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Miller Newton in court again abusing children
« on: May 28, 2007, 12:04:02 PM »
Ruth Ann says he admitted using drugs then denied it.
Typical druggie scum.
http://www.rickross.com/reference/strai ... ght62.html
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Miller Newton in court again abusing children
« Reply #1 on: May 30, 2007, 07:09:26 PM »
Miller Newton looked up from the scrotum of the German Shepherd he was sucking off to see that the clock indicated it was time for his next client to come over to the church office and give a rimjob. He cursed after he spit out the dog's penis, hating that he had to quit his favorite pastime in order to make a little cash. "Oh well", he thought, I guess it's business before pleasure", although he knew he would enjoy eating Butch's feces, just not as much as sucking Rover's dick. Soon, the government official had satisfied his perverse yearnings and Miller was in possession of a promise to help expedite his reception of "faith-based" funds for his new rehab program.

Miller called Ruthie on the intercom and told her to come over to his office, as he had a treat for her. Ruthie stopped fingering herself, turned off the "Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS" DVD she was watching, licked her fingers, and proceeded to Miller's office. Miller told her that she could lick his last trick's shit off of his face, which she immediately did. After this was done, she went back to her office to finish masturbating and watching the DVD, while Miller broke out a bottle of Tanqueray with which to toast the coming federal "Faith-based" money. While grabbing the bottle out of his desk drawer, Miller noticed a photo album out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He removed the album from his desk and opened it up, after he had poured himself a tall glass of gin. Looking through the album, he became flush with warm memories---it was full of photographs he had surreptitiously taken of male clients during their strip searches at Straight, Inc. and KIDS. He noticed a once-familiar-but-now-uncommon swelling in his groin, and he slammed down the glass of Tanqueray, quickly pouring himself another, then another, before finally opening up his pants and beginning to furiously flog himself as he continued to look at the strip search photos.

Just as he was nearing orgasm, the door to his office flew open to reveal one of his favorite clients from the old days, William "Rusty" Rollins. "Looking at the good pics from the good old days again, huh, Doc?" said "Rusty" with a knowing grin, "Well, don't let me interrupt".
"Uhhhh...uhhhh....give me a couple of seconds...uhh..uhh..William, I'll uhhh...uhh be done SOON!!!" he said as he ejaculated. "Oh God yes" he sighed, smiling as "Rusty" got down on all fours to lick Miller's spunk-spew off of the office floor.
"You've still got it, Doc" said William between licks.
"Yes, I do, William, yes, I do" said Miller, contentedly drifting off to sleep, where he would dream of abusing children at his new, faith-based, federally funded teen "rehab".
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Miller Newton in court again abusing children
« Reply #2 on: May 30, 2007, 09:04:48 PM »
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« Reply #3 on: June 06, 2007, 03:36:10 AM »
SPYING ON MILLER by IDNB (c.2004, all rights reserved)

My name is Clem Snide. I am a private asshole. A detective, if you will. I am also a survivor of the St. Petersburg, Florida branch of Straight Inc., so you will see why my recent assignment thoroughly intrigued me.

I had been hired by a wealthy developer from south Florida to investigate certain rumors and allegations regarding his son's predilection for unnatural relationships, one he had received "treatment" for at KIDS of New Jersey in the 90s. It seems the old man was getting into politics, nothing major, but even a small-time elected official can use his leverage to affect a lucrative change in his personal finances. The old man didn't want some nancy-boy kid blowing things with the voters, so he wanted someone to keep tabs on the kid and make sure he didn't get too flambouyant with his lifestyle, at least until the election was over.

I trailed the kid for a couple of days, and there didn't seem to be anything the old man should know about. He was the one covering my bill of $800 a day, plus expenses, and my job was to keep tabs on the young man. I didn't care one way or the other the who or what the kid liked to go to bed with, the only thing I was doing was surveillance. I would bet that Daddy had told his boy that there would be no allowance check coming next month if he embarrassed the family before the electorate.

Anyway, about five days into it, I follow the kid's BMW down to Madeira Beach. I'm not too familiar with the area, and the kid actually left me stuck behind a light. A cop was beside me so I couldn't run the light, but eventually I sighted the BMW, idling down the street from what looked like the Christ of the Sea Church. The brake light was on and I saw a figure get into the car from the open passenger side door. The door closed, the brake lights went off, and the BMW drove on, with my grey sedan following at a discrete distance.

The BMW drove a winding path, as if trying to evade pursuit, but I'm pretty much an old pro at this game, and I manged to follow the kid. He pulled into a subdivision and I let him go ahead a couple of blocks before I turned in. I slowly crept through the neighborhood, parking my car a few houses down from where the BMW was parked. I pulled up the For Sale sign in the yard and made my way casually around the house, then through the neighboring yards until I found a good vantage point in a tree behind the fenced back yard where I could get a good glimpse of the goings on at the target house. I broke out my camera and binoculars and made ready to film what I saw. I had heard some splashing around in what I inferred to be a swimming pool, I confirmed this with visual observation.

Sure enough, the kid was getting his homo freak on. There at poolside, he was strutting around naked, with a hard-on, jacking off on another man, an older man, No!...it can't be...it is...it IS...Miller Newton! Miller Newton, bastion of all things moral and decent, getting spunked on by some guy forty years younger than him! I almost broke out in laughter, but I am, after all, a professional, so I began recording the images on my camera and immediately uploaded them to my laptop in the car.

Miller and the kid performed all kinds of depraved acts, many involving his priest costume, many involving the yappy little Jack Russell terrier that kept leaping by the pool, and some involving both.

Eventually, I guess the two kooks got tired of the animal act and decided to go for some rough trade. The kid went inside, then returned to poolside with a suitcase that he placed on top of a glass patio table and opened. I heard him say, "Come here, Slave Bitch" as he grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails and a pair of metal cuffs from the suitcase.
"Yes, Master, I heard Miller reply, as he pulled his naked body out of the pool and knelt beside the kid.
The kid then chained Miller's wrists to the pool ladder, and began flogging him savagely. Then he penetrated Miller anally with a large, black dildo, pissing on Miller's bald head and commanding him to lap up the piss that collected on the patio, an order that was obeyed instantly.

This type of weirdo shit continued for a while, and my camera recorded a good bit of it. However, enough was enough, and I had a pretty good idea of how to handle the situation. I jumped into the back yard, pulling my Ruger and yelling "Hold it right there to the kid, who was just about to give Miller a jalapeno juice enema.

The looks of shock and surprise were truly a Kodak moment. "Listen, kid,I was hired by a certain MR.---------, a man with certain political ambitions. You know the man I'm speaking of, correct?" The kid nodded.

"Then you also know that your financial future could come to a bleak and abrupt end if that gentleman were to find out what was going on here."
He nodded again.

"Then listen up, kid. Get dressed and get the hell out of here. Don't ever mention that you have ever seen me in your life. I spent the last half-hour filming you two, and if I don't periodically enter a code into my computer, the last half-hour will be emailed to the gentleman I mentioned earlier. You understand?"

The kid didn't nod, just grabbed his clothes and put them on, then left out a side gate. Miller looked at me, horrified as I took close-up pictures of him. The kid had put a ballgag on him, so all he could do was whimper as I savagely kicked him in the genitals. This seemed to arouse him, so I stopped. I went over to the open suitcase and found a pair of leg irons and a jar of honey. I slapped the leg irons on Miller, securing his legs to the pool ladder. I poured the honey over his crotch. Then I went into the yard and dug up an ant pile with my gloved hands, carried the ants across the yard, and dropped them on Miller. It took a few trips, and I got bitten a couple of times, but I did it. Then I lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, saying, "Well, Miller, you've certainly got a lot to answer for, and nothing I could do to you would be enough to begin to pay you back for all the pain you have caused. I put the cigarette out on his right nipple to accentuate my speech. I'm just gonna leave you here with the ants for a little while. Then I'm gonna email a couple of those pics, with the kid's face blurred out, of course, to a few interested parties. Remember, asshole, I'll be out there, and so will others, waiting to exact our revenge. Live in fear, shithead" I said as I kicked him in the face.

I left the way I came. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I drove to the office, where a bottle of Scotch waited.
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« Reply #4 on: June 06, 2007, 03:45:58 AM »
Rev. Dr. Dr. V. Miller Fr. Cassian Newton pulled his dick out of the ass of the corpse he had been fucking. He bent over and stuck his nose close to the jizz-filled anus of the dead boy, catching a whiff of putrifying flesh, and smiled. "Such a wonderful way to begin a day" he thought to himself, and began dressing in his priest costume, stopping only to turn on the TV in his office, which was showing a gay porn flick that he had left in the DVD player. After a couple of minutes, he got dressed and called out, "Ruth Ann--I'm ready!", a cry which was heeded by Ruth Ann Newton opening his office door, one hand full of dog shit. She pulled up his robe and began smearing the feces over Virgil's tiny member, then reached up her skirt and smeared her twat lips with the remainder of the canine crap. This was the ritual they used to begin a day at Christ At the Sea Church, a ritual that was not complete until Ruth Ann inserted a straw in the ass of the corpse and began felching Virgil's cum through it.
Miller always liked to watch Ruthie slurping his jizz---it reminded him of the old days, back when he could get a hard-on with her. Nowadays, only animals, corpses, and shit turned him on enough to get it up.
Ruthie finished slurping Miller's jizz out of the dead boy's ass, walked over to Miller and gave him a deep tongue kiss, during which she passed Miller's spunk over to his mouth. Miller felt an inward glow of joy as he tasted his own semen, mixed with the dead boy's rotting anal flavor. He smiled at Ruthie and walked out into the sanctuary. It was time to do the Lord's work.

Miller walked into the sanctuary of his "church" and stood behind the pulpit. He began the Mass by saying a few words to the empty pews that lined the room. He masturbated with his right hand, using the dog shit as a lubricant, and continued to preach about the evils of drugs to the empty room. Ruthie entered from the side vestibule and began to finger herself as Miller poured them each a glass of communion wine. They slammed down glass after glass and began reminiscing about the great times they had abusing children at Straight, Inc. and KIDS of North Jersey. This got Miller aroused, and he began to play with himself again, having just enough dog shit left on his dick to use as a lube.
Ruth Ann Newton knelt down beside the pulpit in time for Miller to give her a facial. She smiled and said "God bless the both of us" before getting up to leave through the vestibule door she had entered through. This left Miller alone for a while, to contemplate the majesty he felt at being one of God's chosen few--- a man selected by the Lord to do the great work of abusing children in the name of saving them from drugs. He wiped himself off and used the last bit of dog feces to make a cross on his forehead, then stripped off his robe and pranced nude through the sanctuary, spinning and dancing as he began to sing "Rainbow Made of Children". He thought of how nice it would be to have a rainbow full of children to abuse to death, after which he would have sex with all of their corpses.
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« Reply #5 on: June 06, 2007, 03:48:21 AM »
Last night I had a dream about a bunch of Straight survivors kidnapping Miller and Ruth Newton and chaining them to blue chairs in a basement. They were shot up with heroin every day until they became addicted, were made to sit in their shit, and were fed dog food that the Survivors had pissed or shit in. Miller was forced to listen to Death Metal 24/7 and had his eyes held open by those things they used in Clockwork Orange so he couldn't avert his gaze when Ruthie was gangraped by a bunch of syphalitic crackheads. Afterward, Ruthie was confronted for being a slut and enjoying it. Then, in my dream, Miller was made to go through withdrawal cold turkey and was repeatedly kicked in the balls and sodomized with a cattle prod. The Survivors showed him news footage of the car wreck that killed his son Marc and daughter Johanna in a fiery crash. Miller was then force fed his own shit, and was then taken to a closet where he had his mouth propped open and placed in front of a glory hole at a gay bar. He was then given a jalepeno juice enema, and taken back to the basement, where he sat in his own shit, chained to a blue chair for months. Eventually, he died of AIDS that he got from either the glory hole or a dirty needle that was used to shoot him up with heroin. Ruthie was given 15,000 micrograms of LSD and turned loose in Ybor City, naked, after being shot up with cocaine. She wandered out into the street and was hit and killed by a garbage truck. Then an angel of God came down to throw the souls of the two shitbags to Hell, after he shook the hands of each of the Straight Survivors who participated, saying "the Man upstairs sends His regards on a job well done." What a beautiful dream! Does anybody else have dreams like that? Share them!
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