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Veggies Revenge! is the 9th episode of Season 1 of Scooby-Doo! And The Crew
Premise Edit
The crew revisits thier friend Billy Bob Joseph, but when they get there he has been kidnapped by a group of mutant vegetables! Its up to the crew to solve this leafy mystery.
Sypnosis Edit
The crew is in there clubhouse and get a call from Billy Bob Joeseph. He says his farm is haunted once again, but this time it is haunted by mutant vegetables. The gang drives to Billy's farm, and sees Bertha crying on thier doorstep. Daphne asks whats wrong, and Bertha shows the crew a ransom note that says they have to give the vegetables 1,000,000 dollars for the return of Billy. All of a sudden, a giant mutant broccoli jumps out from behind the house. It growls and chases the crew and Bertha to the barn. They hide in the cow pen. Scooby accidentally sniffs some hay and sneezes. A mutant carrot and mushroom barge in and attack. Bertha and the crew run to the house and to the basement. Bertha locks the door. Fred says that they should spit up. Shaggy and Scooby go to the barn while Fred, Daphne, and Velma investigate the vegetable garden. In the barn Shaggy and Scooby find a robotic joint. Then a mutant red beet attacks and chases the two out of the barn, but on the outside a mutant cauliflower roars at Shaggy and Scooby. They run to the vegetable garden as fast as they can. Meanwhile, Fred and the girls find a wooden door leading underground, but it's locked. Shaggy and Scooby trip over a rock and goes right through the door. Fred, Daphne, and Velma follow them down. They find an underground labratory for building robots. They find Billy and let him free out of his rope. And they also find a mutant asparagus. The crew and Billy run out of the lab. They run past the rock, but the asparagus trips on the rock. They unmask it as a robot being controlled by Sam Hille. He was mad that he wasn't making enough money so he held Billy for ransom hoping he could get the money and quit his job. At the end of the episode the gang has a ham dinner with the Bob Josephs.
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-The Crew's Clubhouse
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Grey DeLisle as Daphne Blake
Matthew Lillard as Norville"Shaggy"Rogers and Billy Bob Joseph
Frank Welker as Fred Jones, Scooby-Doo, and Sam Hille
Mindy Cohn as Velma Dinkley
Dolly Parton as Bertha Bob Joseph
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Scott Clair hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superior. Whiteness was his disease, magnified by a Napoleonic complex of huge proportions given his height of 5'1'. He suffered from narcissism extraordinaire. In his delusional mind, the universe owed him an apology for his height and he compensated for it by singing 'Woe is me,' every chance he got-- the 12' extended, remix, house music version. Lying was his first nature, he could construct a tale of deceit without so much as the blink of an eye, all to make himself seem more important or to perpetuate an image of his false sense of superiority. He treated people as objects to use and didn't give a damn who was hurt, used, or annoyed in the process. He felt he was the sun, the chosen son, around whom all the world had an obligation to rotate.
He began feeling uncomfortable with his identity, with his whiteness, with the advent of interracial porn. Initially, he was outraged and angered by Black men and their enormous cocks fucking white women. He would watch in disgust at the videos of men endowed with equipment that made his tiny penis look infantile in comparison and seethe in anger, proclaiming how he hated Black men for being lazy, ignorant, criminal, and nothing more than savages. Of course, all that internal dialogue was drowned out while he was masturbating furiously for hours on end to image after image of white women screaming in pleasure and pain while having the sex of their lives with Black men. He would go to Black blogs and forums and protest that size didn't matter and Black men did not, in fact, have bigger cocks, that it was all just a myth. He took pleasure in his anonymous rants of degrading Black men for being bad fathers, for all being illiterate rappers, and he always seemed to find a way to espouse racist, hateful beliefs that made white men seem inherently and naturally superior. Immediately after taunting anyone and everyone who expressed even the slightest outrage, disbelief, or anger at his psychotic rants, he would log on to one of the numerous pay sites he subscribed to and download videos of white women being fucked by Black men in every orifice so he could jerk off.
In phase two of his awakening, he had a grand epiphany whereby he decided he was sensitive to the Black race. He became a self-proclaimed, liberal, reformed racist who insisted that he was atoning for the sins of all white men, past and present, and righting the wrongs of slavery by being submissive to Black women. His motives might have been pure except for the fact that he wasn't even capable of seeing Black women as human beings but merely things to satisfy his perversions. He watched BET, he listened to Black talk radio, and he rented every Black movie ever made so he could claim expertise on Blackness. In his submission, he would get off on the idea of black women using him, making fun of his small appendage, slapping him around, maybe even fucking him with a strapon and going home to his white world where he never interacted with another Black person. His sexuality was compartmentalized. For a few hours a month, if he was lucky, a few hours a week, he could take off his white privilege, leave it at the door, and role-play to his heart's content that he was a slave to a Black woman. When it was over, he could go home and feel absolved of his white guilt and assured that he was free of all inklings of white supremacy and racist beliefs.
In reality, he used Black women like life-like toys. He used the threat of giving them money to fuck with them. He would promise them large amounts of money and then, for no reason whatsoever, he would rescind the offer with the hopes that the women would be irate and that they would in turn then beg and plead for the money in order for him to feel powerful and in control of their lives. He would demand that they fulfill his fantasies, in exactly the way he saw fit; he thought nothing of calling on them at obscene hours of the day or night whenever he wanted to live out his submissive fantasies, stalking them, completely disrespecting their time and lives. The fact that he erroneously viewed his fetish as being submissive is what allowed him to believe that he was pardoned of his responsibility of being a total and complete asshole who wanted what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted, without regard, respect, or reverence to anyone else.
His fascination with the Black female body was colored by his hatred of the Black male one. The more a woman looked like a man, the more he was obsessed with being the 'victim' of her abuse. If she was pumped up on steroids and bulging with muscles everywhere, if her facial features were masculine, if she wore her hair short and natural or if she was transgendered and sporting a big ole, juicy, fat cock, he would make that woman the center of his lust to the extent it would become a maniacal obsession. He would spend endless hours, furiously masturbating, thinking about being pulverized by these she-men, beaten to a bloody pulp, raped against his will, and had no reason to associate his desires with his hatred of the Black male.
It was, in fact, his hatred of the Black male, his odious and undeniable jealousy at his strength, power, and unquestionable masculinity, all things Scott dangerously lacked, which motivated his fantasies. He wanted to destroy the Black man, to castrate him, but short of being able to do that, he could covet these women who were essentially men and feel secure in knowing that he was dominating them passively with his threats of giving and withholding money. In truth, he was worshipping the black male, just minus the penis. Many a night, he would sit at his computer, nipple clamps in place, a black butt plug firmly in place stretching his anus, stroking his small cock with his thumb and forefinger, fantasizing about taking on Mike Tyson, Kimbo Slice, or some other black boxing champion and veritably kicking their ass. He was too stupid to even acknowledge or realize that his fantasies were sexual in nature, that he was jerking off to these images because they aroused him; he could only focus on the adrenaline he felt when he imagined himself victorious over these bastions of Black masculinity. His warped, delusional mind could only comprehend that he viewed the Black male body, the muscular black male body, as his enemy.
Simultaneously, he dreamt of being a Black man. Being transformed to a Black male body, in his warped mind, would mean women, both white and black, would throw themselves at his feet, that he could fuck whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Never, not once did he consider that being a Black man carried more burdens and responsibilities than just standing around on the basketball court waiting for some white woman to get lost in the hood. In his mind, being a Black man was about athleticism, sexuality, and masculinity.
It was indeed a Black man who masterminded phase three of his evolution. Having 'graduated' from serving masculine Black women, and compelled by his deviant urges and conflicted emotions, Scott moved on to the worship of the mythical big black cock. He became obsessed with it, all the power it represented and he CRAVED to be degraded and humiliated by Black men with nothing less than 8 inches or more of man meat. His need to be submissive to Black men became obsessive, traveling to adult book stores, bath houses, and gay bars in search of the biggest, blackest cock he could find. The men the cocks were attached to were inconsequential; it was the penis that was his object of desire. He became the proverbial slut for black cock. That was, until he responded to a particular ad on craigslist.
The ad was simple enough. 'Professional Black male seeks same for LTR.' It outlined the specifics of who the guy was and what he was looking for: complexion, similar interests, education, height, and age-all the average things in a personal ad. The photo section included several pictures of a tall, very attractive, dark-skinned guy with a nice house, a nice car, and a package that was so big UPS would have refused to deliver it.
Had the ad not included the picture of the cock, Scott probably would have moved on, clicking on another ad to find someone who was looking for a quick, anonymous suck or fuck in the immediate future. It was the perfect cock: uncut, heavily veined, thick, Black, and what had to be 10 inches . . . soft. Scott's mouth watered and his asspussy throbbed at the thought of feeling that huge monster invading him, pounding him, stretching him to beyond capacity, ripping him, filling him with load after load of scalding hot cum. He had to have it.
He fired off a response, quickly detailing what a fuck slut he was and how he had a hot, wet mouth perfect for sucking and a tight, hot, hole ideal for fucking. He attached a picture he found on the net of a beautiful young twink who could have been a perfect Calvin Klein model. It really didn't matter to him that he looked NOTHING like the picture, nothing mattered to him other than getting what he wanted. He waited for a response. And he waited. After two days, he figured he would send another response, this time being more explicit.
'Dear, Sir. I sent you an email the other day but it must have ended up in your spam folder or something. I'm a white, 30-something male,' he lied, 'who would love to drain your big cock. I'm expert at sucking cock, I have a hot white hole just ready for pounding all night long, and you can do whatever you want to me, treat me like shit, and I can take it all and then some. I especially enjoy race play and get off on being treated rough and you can even beat the crap out of me if you want. I'll kneel at your feet and worship your superior, Black cock. Anxiously awaiting your response. Submissively, Scott.'
The response came quickly this time, within a few minutes. 'Thanks you for your interest. I'm not looking for a sub or anything of the sort, but rather I'm looking for a long-term relationship EXACTLY like I described in my ad.'
For most people, that would have been sufficient. Perhaps a few would have sent a response saying, 'Fine, you don't know what you're missing,' and left it at that. Scott, however, was not satisfied with that response. He became belligerent and typically arrogant. His response came in the form of an essay, describing how he was informed on Black issues, how liberal he was socially and how he supported Barack Obama. He wrote of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade and the history of racism. He went on and on with statistics about Black men in the U.S. He ridiculed the man for his lack of knowledge of Black issues, not even knowing the man's position on anything. The whole objective of the correspondence was to piss this guy off. Scott was adept at being irritating, it was his weapon of choice and being rejected was not in his agenda.
No response.
He didn't even wait a full 24 hours for a response. He fired off another email, this time longer, this time more abrasive.
No response.
Outraged, Scott sat at his computer, looking at that picture of that gorgeous cock, jerking off incessantly, and figuring out ways to get under this guy's skin. That's all he wanted at this point. He wanted to annoy him, anger him, to make him frustrated and pissed off. He got a thrill from the attention, the fact that he knew he was an irritant; that was almost more arousing to him than getting fucked.
Still no response, he constructed yet another email, this time, taunting him by reverting back to his tried and true nature of being racially belligerent, claiming that the picture of the cock wasn't even real, that he probably had a tiny cock and was trying to compensate for not being a 'real' black man. That would surely get a response.
And this time it did . . . instantaneously. Failure Notice. Remote host said: 554 delivery error. The mail recipient, [email protected] is not accepting emails from your account.
'How dare that black piece of shit ignore me,' Scott fumed. 'I'll fix him,' as he sent all three of his emails again, this time, each one from one of his many other email accounts. The drama was arousing to Scott and he fisted his tiny cock in anticipation of a response. This time, he was sure to get some sort of rise out of this guy. It wasn't even about the sex anymore; it was a game of power. Scott needed to prove that he could not and would not be dismissed. He needed to put this Black guy in his place and teach him a lesson. Scott's true racist nature had surfaced again, victim of his own delusions of supremacy.
He got a real response this time, simply stating, 'Okay, you win. If you want to be dominated, I'll do it. Be at my house, Friday evening, and be prepared to be pushed past your limits. In fact, you better not have any limits.' He gave an address and signed the email, 'Your Black Dom Daddy'.
Scott masturbated endlessly, for days on end, reading those few lines like they held the key to the universe. He fantasized about what it would be like to be the plaything of a strong, Black man who towered over his diminutive size. He didn't do as he was instructed of course. That would have been anti-climactic. He wasn't going to go through with it after everything he had written, he just wanted to get off on the idea of being a white fuck slut with no limits being tortured and used by a strong, Black Daddy. So he placated himself by pulling and stroking his tiny penis, imagining unspeakable, disgusting things.
Barely a week went by when Scott's curiosity got the best of him. He sent another email and not surprisingly, it was returned as blocked. He had no less than 25 email addressed created for just such a reason so he quickly resent it from another account and this time, he apologized profusely for his abhorrent behavior. He humbled himself, 'Dear, Sir, what can I do to have you forgive me? I've been arrogant and I realize that now. I'll never do it again, I promise. I want to be your boy. I want you to own me.' He didn't mean a word of what he said, it was all a part of his twisted pathology.
The response was more detailed this time. 'I knew your faggot ass couldn't resist. The rules are simple. For an entire weekend I'll use you in ways that you've never thought of before. You'll be my complete bitch. Bring food and beverages to fix me breakfast, lunch, and dinner the entire time you're here. You'll be dressed in slutty heels and lingerie all weekend. You'll keep your holes ready for me to use . . . in any way I see fit. If I bring my friends over, you'll service them any way they want. If I go out on a date, you'll suck my cock clean when I come home. You'll serve as my maid and make sure my place is immaculate and you'll be my footstool, ashtray, toilet, and cum dump. You'll be anything I tell you to be and you'll like it and beg for more.'
Anger boiled up within Scott's soul, anger and pure, unadulterated lust. He'd never really given up his fallacy of white supremacy, he'd never really reconciled his hatred for Black men and their larger endowments, he was just going through the motions in an effort to satiate his lust for being degraded and abused. His desires to be raped, used, and beaten until unrecognizable were symptoms of a greater evil. Scott wanted to use Black sexuality to satisfy his perverse desires; he never had any intentions of being used to satisfy the desires of a Black person.
His compulsion to be used outweighed reason as he drove around impatiently in his car for 7:00 pm exactly. Being nosey, he opened the mailbox and saw that the name on the Car and Driver Magazine was Todd Harcourt. At least he had a name to put with the description of the supposed mortgage broker, sports enthusiast, and openly gay black man he was about to meet. Scott had purchased enough food for a week, all frozen dinners and semi-prepared deli foods and the like; he wasn't a great cook and didn't want to piss this guy off by trying to be creative in the kitchen when he knew good and god damn well that anything he fixed himself would taste like crap. He wanted to leave, to turn around and go home, but he knew that if he did, he would regret it. He'd packed an overnight bag with all the lingerie and high heels he'd stolen from previous girlfriends. With such a big cock pounding him, he knew there was going to be potential for issues so he'd given himself a series of intense and painful enemas to make sure his colon was free from any shit so there wouldn't be any accidents or mess. All lubed up with a butt plug shoved in to stretch his hole, he knocked on the door.
'Yes, how can I help you?' The guy looked confused more than anything, like he wasn't expecting anyone to show up.
'I'm . . . from the internet . . . you know . . . your boy. You told me to be here for you to . . .' Scott paused mid sentence, afraid someone had played a joke on him. The guy standing before him was the guy from the pictures in the ad, but he wasn't sure exactly what was going on so he remained quiet, gripping his bags in his hands tighter and ready to make a run for it.
'Oh DAMN, I knew the picture you sent was fake but GOD DAMN. Could you have found a picture more opposite of what you look like? Shit! Oh well, get in here.' The guy looked like he wanted to throw up he was so disgusted. Scott stepped inside the foyer as the door closed behind him. It was his nature to be so arrogant, so pathological in his need to misrepresent himself, that he didn't care that he sent pictures that looked nothing like his 40 something, unattractive self.
One thing was for certain, the guy hadn't lied one bit in his ad. He wasn't a millimeter shy of 6'4', he had a muscular, athletic build, bald head, dark chocolate skin and he was VERY attractive. Scott could see the picture of his fantastic cock in his mind and his tiny prick pulsed in anticipation. With the difference in height, Scott did in fact feel like a boy next to a strong Daddy. 'Take off your clothes,' were his only instructions.
Scott put his bags down and started to slowly undress. 'Hurry up, shithead,' the man bellowed and Scott began to pick up the pace. He took off his shoes and socks and pulled down his pants, standing there with nothing but a pair of tighty whities on and pitching a tent, a pup tent, but his erection was sticking out as far as possible.
'I thought I told you that you were to be dressed in women's lingerie the entire time you were in my presence, bitch.'
'Yeah, but I didn't know exactly what was expected of me so I figured I would . . .' His words were cut off by a backhand that sent him flying into the wall. Real tears formed in his eyes as he felt the sting of the slap radiating on his cheek. The taste of warm blood trickled in his mouth from his cheek and he swallowed. He tried to steady himself to stand but he was disoriented and scared.
'You will be humble in my presence at all times. You will answer only when spoken to and if your answer isn't preceded by Yes, Master, or Yes, Daddy, you can be sure I'm going to discipline you much worse than that little tap. I really don't give a damn what you think, I only expect you to conform to my desires and that's it. Got it?'
A knot formed in Scott's throat. It felt like someone was choking him, no, stabbing him with a knife in his vocal chords. The words were stuck and he swallowed hard and responded, 'Yes, Daddy.'
Scott was already broken.
Extending his hand in what seemed to be a gesture of kindness, this exquisite male specimen helped Scott to his feet. Scott's hands were small; his fingers were stubby and short. In contrast, Todd's hands were large, not too large, but with long, graceful fingers. With his hand placed inside the much larger one, he instinctively knew what it was to be a little boy with a strong, protective parent. With tears in his eyes, Scott removed his underpants and stood covering his small penis, profoundly ashamed by its inferior size. 'Move your fucking hands, let me see what you've got' were his only instructions and he instinctively covered his nipples like a teenage girl whose top had been pulled down at the neighborhood swimming pool.
Loud, uproarious laughter reverberated in the tiny alcove and Scott's heart sank at the same ratio that his cock rose. No matter how much he knew on a visceral level, no matter how much he intellectualized and articulated that his penis was small, extraordinarily small in fact, when he heard others say it, especially Black men, he felt anger, shame, and arousal at the same time. He was aroused by the humiliation but he just couldn't let go of that nasty 'white male thing' that caused him to look at Black men with nothing but contempt and disgust. It was a part of his DNA, it was wired into his brain that he was inherently superior so while his rage bubbled beneath the surface, his lust dictated his need to give up that false sense of superiority and become what he knew he was deep, deep inside: a perverse, disgusting, depraved white pain, cum slut. He needed to be set free of his imprisonment of lies to be released so he could experience his true nature as something lower than a human.
'Suck my cock, bitch.' The pressure of the hand on Scott's shoulder forced him to his knees. He knelt submissively before the fully clothed man before him. His hands trembled as he reached out to undo his jeans and pull down the zipper. Placing his hand inside his pants, he felt for the first time what was possibly the biggest cock he'd ever felt in his life. He could barely get his fingers around the girth. Fishing it out, he was struck with the strong aroma of unwashed masculinity. It was an intoxicating elixir of sweat, piss, and pure, manly funk. Scott inhaled the scent and it made him light headed; it made his cock leak precum.
Peeling back the foreskin, Scott looked up into the deep, dark eyes of his new owner. A foul, raunchy-smelling layer of head cheese coated the enormous crown of the beautiful, brown cock. 'You like? I made it just for you. Eat up.'
Rather than hesitating, Scott made a real show of cleaning that nasty smegma. He devoured it like he was starving, proud to show off his cocksucking skills and the devotion he had for the monstrous piece of meat that was before him. The thick paste filled his taste buds and Scott worked first to clean it and then to worship it. Barely able to get his mouth around it, barely able to get even a third of its enormous length into his mouth, Scott licked and kissed it passionately. If a man could form a relationship with a cock, this was the ideal mate for Scott. In his heart, he fell in love with that meat, feeling his chest expand and tighten like a schoolboy with his first crush. He tried to make love to it with his mouth, planting soft and tender kisses along its length to show his reverence.
'What the fuck is this kissing shit? Bitch, I told you to suck my mother fucking cock. NOW SUCK!' With that, he grabbed Scott's head and fucked his mouth savagely. Scott tried to push away, bracing himself against the firm, muscular thighs of his tormentor, trying to catch his breath as that cock ravaged his throat. He gagged and choked, feeling his esophagus being raped. He was being skull fucked; he was nothing more than a hole being abused. The steady pounding of that cock, its full length wanted to make him cry out in pain but he couldn't; he could barely gasp for air. The rhythm was fast and furious, his jaw was numb, and his gag reflect was abating after what had to be more than 10 minutes of the most hard core blow job he'd ever given . . . sort of. There was no mistaking that he wasn't 'giving' anything, his throat was being fucked and it hurt in a way that couldn't be described. Hot, salty tears stained his cheeks as he prayed for the torture to end, and simultaneously, never to end.
The reward at the end of his torture would come soon enough. His master, tormentor, and dream lover shoved the full length of his hardness deep in Scott's throat. His nose deeply embedded in the thick patch of wiry pubic hairs, Scott felt the expansive cock actually grow and lengthen in his mouth and could detect the peristaltic motion that brought the scalding white, hot, cum from his nuts, through his impressive tube of manliness, out and down Scott's throat, without even getting the benefit of tasting the scummy spunk he craved so desperately.
Scott collapsed to the floor, exhausted and broken, his face inches away from the feet of his skillful dominator. He wanted to cleave unto those feet, wrap his arms around those legs for protection and comfort and say, 'Daddy, I'm sorry I was a bad boy. Please, forgive me.' He couldn't say anything however because his throat was so sore he'd temporarily lost the ability to speak. It felt as if his vocal chords had been scraped with sandpaper.
'Before I forget, give me your keys and your wallet. I want some assurances you won't be leaving before I give you permission.' The last thing in the world Scott wanted was to leave. He wanted to stay forever. He wanted to give up his measly life and be the boi of this ominous stranger. His identity was sacred however and he had spent years protecting it, lying, deceiving, and hiding his real life from those whom he used sexually. This time, he reluctantly handed over the requested items and felt a sense of relief. If he was going to be blackmailed, outed, and exposed to the world, now was the time, he'd let his perversions drive him too far. He wanted this man to know his true identity, to have control of his life and his destiny. It was his freedom.
'I expect you to change your clothes, fix me dinner and bring it to me in the den, and be prepared to service me in whatever way I desire.' He pushed Scott away with his foot and went about his business like Scott wasn't even there.
Unsure of the layout of the house, Scott stumbled around until he found a powder room to change into his female attire. He was an ugly male to begin with which made him repulsive as a woman but he felt sexy in his red see-through baby doll nightie, his high-heel, patent leather, stiletto, Payless Pumps and black butt plug, framed perfectly by his crotchless panties. His tiny penis strained against the silky material and felt good. He rubbed it for as long as he thought he might be able to get away with it without being found out and emerged to fix dinner.
Cooking in someone else's house is a task. He struggled to find the right pots, the right plates, the tools he needed to pull off his linguine and shrimp, all pre-cooked of course. Salad was in a bag and all he had to do was find an opener for the beer. He wobbled and teetered in his heels that were giving him a blister but he ignored the pain in anticipation of more humiliation and degradation to come. That was his finish line, his raison d'etre. He overheard his new Master talking on the phone, conversing with a friend. 'Nah man, I ain't never done no shit like this before. I figure he'll be begging to leave after a few hours. I ain't even going to tell you the shit I have planned for him . . . Word. That's what I'm saying. Yeah man, I'll holla at you later, we'll hang out on Sunday morning or something. I'm out.'
Scott fumed. He felt cheated. He wanted someone experienced in BDSM to control him, not some fucking amateur. His arrogance button was flicked on and he had half a mind to call the whole thing off and leave. He brought the plates out to the den and placed them on the coffee table with silverware and paper towels for napkins. He went back to the kitchen and got two beers and returned, sitting on the other end of the sofa. 'I hope you like it, Sir. I can't take real credit . . .'
Before he knew what was happening, he felt a stinging kick to his side and he flew off the end of the sofa and landed flat on his ass. 'Bitch, I told you I didn't want you speak to me unless spoken to. That's not a hard rule to follow, is it?'
Shaking his head, Scott mumbled, 'No, Master,' and apologized for being a dumbass.
'And while we're at it, who the fuck told you that you could eat with me?'
Before he could make the same mistake again, he fought the urge to give his opinion and state the obvious that he had to have some sort of sustenance to keep up his strength throughout the weekend.
'I'll take this beer and let me have that plate so I can fix it for you.' Holding his finger aside one nostril, Todd hacked up phlegm from deep in his chest that sounded like he had walking pneumonia and blew it from his nose on Scott's plate of food. Repeating the procedure several times, there was a coating of green, brown, yellowish snot coating the Scampi. Scott's stomach turned and his cock leapt. Placing the plate on the floor, Scott was told to eat without the benefit of utensils or hands and eat it all.
With his ass high in the air, he lowered his face to the plate of food. 'Oh, and if you throw up anything I give you to eat, you can be sure I'll make you eat it again. Understand?' Those instructions were clear and Scott felt nauseated as he began to eat the mucous covered dinner. It wasn't as bad as he imagined it was going to be after he got down the first few bites with thick, salty boogers, and before he knew it, he was proud to show that he could be such a nasty pig, eating snot like a pig eats slop from a trough.
Before he was done, his Master said, 'Thirsty, bitch? Come here.' Scott crawled between his Master's dark, brown thighs and looked up lovingly. 'Drink my piss, and don't you dare spill a drop.'
Scott had known all along that this was coming. It was the right of every Black Dominant to use his white submissive as a urinal and Scott wanted the opportunity to prove his rightful place as piss pig. He placed the mammoth cock in his mouth and knew to wait for his drink. It came hard and fast; it was rank, hot, yellow and thick, not at all like the watered down beer piss he was expecting but coming from the Black Master of his dreams, Scott swallowed like it was the sweetest wine he'd ever had.
'Oh fuck yeah, bitch, drink my rank, hot piss you fucking nasty toilet whore. Fucking white scum bag.' Those words were music to Scott's ears. 'Don't swallow it all, I want to see your mouth full of my piss. Hold some in your faggot mouth.'
Before the stream stopped, Scott did as he was told and he held a huge mouthful of urine in his mouth. He sat back and opened his mouth with pride to show what a good job he'd done. He beamed with pride. A few drops escaped the corners of his mouth but surely that was to be forgiven because he had such a huge amount of piss and had shown his talent for being a toilet.
'Good boy. Nice job.' With that, his Master tussled his hair and Scott felt an overwhelming sensation of love that made tears well up in his eyes. His Daddy was proud of him. That was all he ever wanted, for his Daddy to say, 'Good job, son.' But that's not exactly what he said. He completed his compliment by saying, 'Lay down on the floor, under my feet, and hold that piss in your mouth and don't you dare fucking swallow it until I tell you to. If you swallow it, spill it, or throw up, I PROMISE you'll regret it.'
Steeled with determination, Scott maneuvered himself to lie between the sofa and the coffee table with his open mouth of golden nectar. He stared at the ceiling and decided to get into a space where he was going to breath through his nostrils and ignore the overwhelming pain of his jaw. In a zone, he smelled the evidence of smoke and momentarily panicked. It was cigar smoke, and his owner had lit up to enjoy a night of watching TV and a good smoke.
The sound of the ashes being extinguished in the piss he held so lovingly in his mouth made Scott angered and alarmed all over again. He'd never anticipated this, and a foot was brought down on his chest to prevent him from moving. He wanted to scream but he couldn't, he thought he was going to drown for a second, and the taste of the ashes, magnified by the piss, made his body involuntarily heave.
'Easy there boy, I told you that anything I give you that you throw up, I'm going to make you eat again. And if you spill any piss or ashes on my carpet, I'm going to beat your ass so bad you won't sit for a week.'
A Buddhist monk didn't have more mind control than Scott did in that moment. Tears streamed steadily down his face but he remained focused on a small, imaginary spot on the ceiling. For the next 20 minutes, he was a receptacle for ashes as he held the now cold piss in his mouth. Piss overflowed his mouth as the ashes displaced the pee and he smelled like the men's room at The Port Authority bus station.
'Swallow!' Those were Todd's only instructions. 'Swallow, it all, NOW!'
Scott rationalized for a moment and turned his head and spit out the foul contents of his mouth all over his Master's cream carpet. That's what this game was all about, punishment and reward. He wanted some more punishment. He wanted to get to the fun part where he got fucked and spanked and fucked some more. Over and over, he spit out the nasty remnants of cigar ashes and pee until he could only taste a hint of the disgusting mixture and waited for the slap, the punch, or the severe verbal tongue-lashing.
The pause seemed like an eternity, the silence, deafening. 'Okay, okay.' 'If you don't want to play by my rules, get out. Get your shit and get out.' Standing, he stepped over Scott and went to his laundry room to get supplies to clean his carpet.
Scott was outdone. He didn't want to go, he wanted to stay and get fucked. He wanted to stay and be humiliated some more. The man returned with a bucket of water and cleaning supplies, threw Scott's keys and wallet on the floor at his feet, and ignored him as he went about scrubbing the stains on the carpet.
Scott had never felt more defeated. His arrogance had maneuvered him out of his dream situation AGAIN. He'd fucked up big time and there was nothing he could say. Apologies would be empty because he obviously did what he did on purpose. He hated himself for getting himself into this situation, he wanted to say something but the image of this beautiful Black man, on his knees, cleaning the mess that he'd made, silenced him.
'Here, let me clean it. I'm sorry.' The words sounded empty even to himself and he waited for some sort of acknowledgement.
'Get out.' The command was soft-spoken, without emotion.
Scott started sobbing uncontrollably. He had disappointed his Daddy. He had been a very bad boy. He had disrespected the man whom he wanted to own his very being. As experienced as Scott was in the lifestyle, this novice, this guy who had never dominated anyone else in his life, was controlling him in ways he'd never imagined. Scott became hysterical: crying, pleading, and throwing a temper tantrum the likes of which couldn't be paralleled by even the most monstrous two-year-old. He wasn't even making sense, he was just babbling about not wanting to leave and about how sorry he was. He got on his knees and tried to suck Todd's cock again. He offered him money, $1000 in fact, if he could be allowed to stay. Sex and power were all Scott understood so he was offering all he knew how. The fact that he was being ignored caused him greater pain than he'd ever felt before.
'Stop crying bitch. Damn, shut the fuck up. I told you to get out. You obviously don't want to play by my rules. You obviously think you can dictate and control some shit up in my mother-fucking house so it's time for your ass to go. I will not be manipulated by some moronic little asswipe like you. Get the fuck out.'
Scott's body was trembling. He wanted to do what he had been told, to follow orders and leave, but he wanted to stay more. He was having a mental breakdown. Before he knew what was going on, he had been pulled down across Todd's lap and he was getting spanked soundly. Actually, spanked seems like such a benign term. He was being beaten. Blow after torturous blow rained down on his pale, flat ass, thighs, and even back. His Master seemed to be in some sort of trance of his own. 'You fucking white boys are all the same. Thinking you can control shit. I'll fucking show you. Dumb ass. You want me to be your Daddy, I'll fucking make you wish you were never born.' The pain was excruciating but comforting at the same time.
With his hard cock sandwiched between those strong thighs and his ass being abused, Scott was screaming and crying like a little bitch. He was incoherent. 'Yes, Daddy, beat me for being white. I'm so sorry, Daddy, I've been such a bad boy. I'm just a stupid, little-cocked, white boi who deserves to be punished. Take out your frustrations on me, Master. I promise I'll do anything you say.'
Those words would prove to be the wrong thing to say.
Grabbing Scott forcefully by the arm, practically dislocating his shoulder from the socket, this overwhelming Dominant pillar of masculinity pulled him towards the Master Bedroom. Scott felt a ray of hope. Things were about to get down to business. Scampering along, practically on tiptoe, scurrying to keep up with the long strides of his Master, Scott was flung to the floor. He looked up to see a look of pure, unadulterated hatred on Todd's face. This look wasn't one of lust; his eyes were distant and glassy, filled with rage, reminding Scott of a rebel slave who had staged an insurrection against an evil slaveholder and who was about to behead the person who had taken his life, liberty, and manhood from him.
Scott watched as his Master undressed completely, muttering under his breath something incoherent and disjointed. Scott was genuinely scared. He thought maybe this guy was having some sort of slavery flashback, some sort of psychotic homicidal break and would go too far. Just that thought alone aroused Scott's sick libido. This was it. His fantasy come true. For all of his posturing, for all his arrogance and bravado, Scott knew he was about to feel the true wrath of the mighty Black man. This was an entirely different situation than pissing off Black women. Black women would get angry, they would threaten blackmail and revenge, they would curse him out and try to make him pay with their strapons but they were ultimately just victims of Scott's manipulative ploys, not capable of pulverizing Scott to within inches of his life. This man could crush Scott's skull without breaking a sweat. Clearly, he'd pushed too far; clearly, he'd underestimated his ability to piss this man off. He cowered in terror, unable to run, held fast to the bedroom floor as he furiously jerked his cock and waited for the savage beating of his perverted dreams.
Before Scott could say, 'Treat me like the filthy, white slut I am,' he was being tossed face down on the massive California King sized bed. As his hips were pulled up, he grabbed the pillow and buried his face in it. The butt plug was pulled unceremoniously from his ass and he was instructed to suck it. Lubricant and ass slime coated the foul toy and Scott turned his head in defiance.
'Oh, you want to play fucking games, bitch? You better suck that fucking butt plug or . . .' There was no reason to finish the ultimatum because within a fraction of a second, Scott was grabbed so hard by the back of his neck he saw stars. The plug was forced in his mouth and he sucked it like a perverse black pacifier. Scott couldn't decide which tasted worse; the smegma, the ashes, or the funky ass mixture but he was sure that being forced to perform such lewd acts was liberating, freedom from enslavement to his false sense of manhood.
While Scott was wildly aroused, Todd was not. He didn't find Scott attractive or the situation stimulating. He looked at Scott with utter contempt and disgust. This whole thing had gone past role-playing to something sick and twisted. He grabbed his dick and stroked it, willing it to hardness. He grabbed the remote and flicked on a vid that was in his DVD player. With his flat screen filled with images of hot, sweaty black men, he was able to get hard enough for the task at hand.
Fully erect, Todd was at least twelve inches. This wasn't exaggerated, Internet inches, when guys claim they are a foot long and they are really only about two inches over average. This was the real deal. Scott felt like he was in the presence of a true god for surely anyone endowed with such a huge cock was more than a mere man. A flash of fear came over Scott as he realized he'd never had anything quite that large in his ass before. He was a small guy and his mind raced with images of where all that meat would actually go forced in his colon. Fear and pain were aphrodisiacs for Scott, so with his tiny cock leaking a steady stream of precum, he dove for that humongous piece of meat with his mouth again, with the hopes that he could get it wet enough to compensate for a lack of lube.
This time, the blowjob he gave was sloppy and wet and dripping with spit. He used his hands to work the copious saliva up and down the shaft. When he felt himself heaving, rather than hold back, he let go with disgusting amounts of slimy fluids from somewhere deep within him.
If that weren't degrading enough, his tormentor and master was punctuating the scene with a serenade of degrading taunts. 'Yeah you fucking white piece of trash. That's is, suck that big fucking black dick! You love that, don't you? Fagging out on my big, black knob. Take it you sissy fucking bitch. You know I'm going to ram that big fucker so deep in you that you are going to shit my cum for a week.' In the background, Scott could hear the sounds of primal fucking on the DVD which aroused him even more. The only thing he could see was the muscled abdomen of his master and the wiry pubic hairs that framed the glorious cock that was deep in his throat.
Scott was crying, literally streaming tears of joy down his face. Before he knew what was happening, he was flipped over on his stomach and his ass was pulled in the air. His crotchless, red panties and his flimsy, red nightie were ripped from his body and tossed on the floor. Without a whole lot of ceremony, Scott felt the head of that gigantic dick being pushed in his boycunt. He grimaced a little and took it with relative ease as he felt his prostate being massaged. He started moaning like a cheap whore; his own tiny cock producing a steady stream of dick snot that flowed freely. He worked his ass like the true faggot bitch he was and luxuriated in the sensations of the strong, masculine hands that held his hips and the gigantic dick embedded in his ass making him feel like something sick and perverted and feminine all at the same time.
While it seemed like an eternity, it was really only a few minutes before Scott was filled to capacity. He reached back to feel about four, incredibly thick inches of cock that hadn't been able to fully penetrate him. He pumped his ass like the white women he had seen in pornos and he tightened his ass muscles like he'd been taught by his experiences with men. While Scott was satisfied with that, proud of himself for being able to take a full 8 inches like the insatiable ass slut he was, his Black Dom Daddy was not.
'You think that's all you're going to take? Oh, hell no. Bitch, you are going to take every fucking millimeter of my dick and you are going to love it, do you hear me?' With that, he pushed further and Scott tried to scramble away. He moved up higher on the bed and tried to resume wiggling his ass, fucking back on that cock, confident that he was giving his Black Daddy pleasure.
Not satisfied, Todd grabbed Scott by the shoulders and pushed harder, forcing at least another two inches incredibly thick cock deeper in Scott than he'd ever had before. Scott screamed out in pain. He did his best to pull away, fighting and struggling, but his efforts were nothing compared to the strength of the man fucking him. The pain permeated every fiber of his being, racing from his asshole to his nuts that were pulled tightly against his body to his hardened nipples and then all the way to the back of his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he whimpered, 'Please, I can't take anymore. It hurts.' Surely, his pleas would be understood. He was only 5'1'. There was only so much space for all that meat to go. It wasn't because of lack of desire; it was logistics. He fought back, trying to save himself from serious internal damage.
'Oh is that so? It hurts, huh? You want me to stop? Do you? Do you want me to stop? Answer me, bitch! I'll stop, all you have to do is say the word. DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP?' None of this was new to Todd. He'd met lots of guys who couldn't take his entire dick before. But the power, the control, the domination was making him high. His became relentless, slapping Scott's ass, spanking him, causing him further pain that only registered as pleasure for both of them.
All Scott had to do was say yes. All he had to do was respond that he wanted things to stop. He didn't want to be raped; he wanted to be dominated, that was entirely different. He fantasized about being raped but the reality of it was something different. He reached back to feel the last two inches of dick that remained outside his body. They felt like two feet, the heat from that dick seemingly scorching his hand. He didn't answer. He let his silence speak for itself. He wanted the pain. He wanted to be fucked unconscious and if he ended up in the hospital in the process, then so be it. He lowered his face to the pillow, braced his arms against the headboard, and waited.
On thing Scott had failed to realize, even after all this time, was that he wasn't in control of things. He was grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled up like a rag doll. Instantly, he felt that dick being pulled completely out of his asshole and he cried out, only this time the pain was emotional. He felt empty and alone and worthless.
'You dirty cunt, clean my prick.' The instructions were not at all ambiguous. Ass fucking was meant to be primal and dirty, so he knew that his responsibility was to taste the ass slime that coated his master's dick. Not surprisingly, brown streaks coated the dick. It could have been a lot worse had he not prepared himself but the evidence of shit was still apparent. He deeply inhaled the scent, making his dick leak more and his taste buds filled with the musky flavors of his ass as he licked and sucked it clean. It wasn't enough to make him sick but he reeled at all the disgusting things he'd ingested over the past few hours: dick cheese, snot, piss, and now butt sludge. Just the mere thought of that alone almost made him shoot his load. The only thing that kept him from cumming was the depraved thought that he might be pushed to do even more disgusting things and he wanted to be totally horned up for that possibility.
'Ride my dick bitch,' as the pair repositioned themselves so that his Daddy was on his back, reclining in relaxation, as Scott prepared to mount him and fuck himself silly. Again, as before, the first eight inches went in with relative ease. His asslips sucked and nursed at the huge cock in him as she bounced up and down. Ashamed and aroused, he farted as the air was pushed up in his ass and he rode that cock for all he was worth. Still, he couldn't get that entire dick up his ass. He squirmed his ass down harder, trying his best to take more but he couldn't. Frustrated, his Daddy grabbed him around his hips and pulled Scott down even further. This time, as before, Scott screamed out in pain, but this time, he loved it. Pain was his pacifier. Scott was warped, twisted, and distorted, and he knew that only a disgusting white worm like himself could be aroused by pain, humiliation, and degradation.
Being tired of the cat and mouse games, Todd flipped Scott on his back and pushed his thighs back to his chest. He gripped the base of his dick and aimed it up with Scott's hole. He pushed forward, hearing Scott's cries in a distant fog. Encountering resistance, he pushed harder, working up a sweat. Determined, he pushed deeper, driving every inch of his dick deep in Scott's bowels. Giving him a full minute, he waited until he saw a look of acknowledgement on Scott's face and he began pumping, pounding, pushing and fucking. 'Take that, bitch. Take all my big fucking Daddy dick you little twat. You white fucking faggot, I own you. I own your body and your soul.' As if in a trance, he hammered his dick deeper and harder than he'd ever done before, grunting like an animal and turned on by the idea of using a white boy so completely. 'I'm going breed your faggot pussy with a gallon of my cum. Do you want my baby, bitch? You want to be pregnant with your Black Daddy's baby? Say it!'
Scott couldn't form words. As the last of that massive dick invaded his intestines, he could only moan and scream in ecstasy. The sweat from his master's body dripped into Scott's mouth and eyes, the smell of man fucking permeated the air. He grabbed his cock and stroked it in time with the dick that punished his butthole. Glancing down, he could actually see the outline of that gigantic dick pushing against his stomach and he shot his load all over his stomach.
In pornos, that would be the signal for his lover to cum also, to finish in a blaze of glory in unison. In reality, Scott's Dominant Black Daddy was nowhere near the finish line. He kept pumping Scott's hole raw. Scott's legs were cramped, pushed uncomfortably back and his insides felt like they were being dragged out with each extraction of that black stick that fucked him. The pain was excruciating but it was comforting in a way. He felt absolved of his guilt, his arrogance, of his pretense of being bigger and better, at last he was absolved of the wretched stigma of being white. In that moment, he was a filthy fuck pig to be used and abused. He relished in the sensation of his asshole being pumped full of scalding, white, hot cum.
He passed out. Drifting in and out of consciousness, he awoke to being fucked and used time and time again. Night turned to day and he found himself being fucked in various ways, of serving his Black Master in unspeakable ways. Before he knew what was happening, it was Sunday night and he was packing to leave. He sobbed and bawled uncontrollably. Falling to the floor, he begged and pleaded with Todd to retain control of him.
From that day on, Scott Clair lived for the weekends. Mondays through Fridays were lived in a state of suspended animation for him, nothing seemed real; everything sort of floated by in grainy images of black and white. Friday evenings were when life was lived in full HD Technicolor. It was on the weekends when he could assume his true role and shed the pretenses of his average existence. Every weekend, Scott Clair became the possession, toy, and sexual playing of a Black Dom Daddy who inflicted the most horrendous and sadistic tortures on his pale, white flesh. For slightly more than 48 hours, Scott willingly put himself in a position to be degraded, humiliated, and used beyond most people's comprehension and he'd never been happier or more satisfied in his life.


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- 1 whole chicken
- 2 tbsp vegetable oil
- 2 tbsp salt
- 1 tsp black pepper
- 3 tbsp of dry rub (try different kinds! Sometimes I use montreal chicken that comes pre-made, sometimes I make my own concoction. )
- 1 can beer (get something good)
First, since we're having some fun, open beer can and pour yourself half of the can. Set aside the other half in the can in a baking pan.
Next, remove neck and giblets from chicken and discard. Then rinse the chicken inside and out, and pat dry. Afterwards, rub chicken with vegetable oil, and then rub the chicken inside and out with salt, pepper and dry rub.
After the seasoning has been rubbed on, put the chicken over the beer can such that the beer can slides into the bird cavity. The beer can usually can balance and hold the chicken up, but sometimes you may need to use the legs to help balance the chicken upright.
Oven Instructions
Now, preheat the oven to 350F.
Put the chicken in the center of the oven, this will usually mean you need to lower the rack one down. Bake for about 45 mins, check to make sure the chicken is cooking nicely, then continue baking for about 30 mins or until the internal temperature registers 165F in the breast area and 180F in the thigh, or until the thigh juice runs clear when stabbed with a sharp knife. Let rest for 10 minutes before carving.
Grill Instructions
Now, cook the chicken over medium-high indirect heat, which mean not directly on top of the coal (best way to do this is to have the coals be on either side of the chicken but not directly under), with the grill cover on, for about 1 1/4 hours or until the internal temperature is 165F in the breast area and 180F in the thigh, or until the thigh juice runs clear when stabbed with a sharp knife.
Lastly, let rest for 10 minutes before carving!
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My Review, Long overdue since i have had my laptop over 18 months. Compaq presario F700 with windows vista operating system. i use it for everything. downloading movies music. streaming movies and...Read complete review
My Review, Long overdue since i have had my laptop over 18 months. Compaq presario F700 with windows vista operating system. i use it for everything. downloading movies music. streaming movies and music. i have only ever had one problem that hp didnt even attempt to help me with and that is that i got a defective battery. It runs smoothly and operates cleanly. its almost maintence free for you do have to manully defragment and run disk clean up now and then depending on how much you download and upload. stream etc.. They are easy to get around once you take the time to familarize your self with they system. Great functionality and use of short cut keys. Repair tools included if you ever need to wipe it like new or just system restore it back to a precious date to get rid of unwated or incompatible software.search bar built in to they start meny. they are energy star rated and dont heat up more than ment for operation. It has safty features that if it ever over heats or someone or something tires to hack into it it shuts down to protect data and system security. The bad side. apart from having to buy extended warranties and a defective beattery that i got(which is not common( It was a great buy and well worth my money.
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the F700 is horrible, run far, far away from this computer!
This Presario F700 laptop is HORRIBLE! I've owned it for a year as of this month, and the screen has gone out 4 times, the AC adapter had broken off once and become...Read complete review
This Presario F700 laptop is HORRIBLE! I've owned it for a year as of this month, and the screen has gone out 4 times, the AC adapter had broken off once and become loose twice. They tried telling me the adapter was from physical damage despite me never taking it off my laptop stand. Finally, after having to call 3 times yelling and screaming that the screen has gone out again, (after 2 trips to HP technicians and them claiming they recreated the problem and have fixed it) and telling them my computer is making me fall behind in my online classes, they are FINALLY sending me a new computer. This thing is a piece of crap. I cannot run anything on it at the same time as I run photoshop, so the ram is not nearly enough even for one demanding program at a time, the touch pad periodically will not let me use the scroll function and sometimes won't work for days. and the biggest problem with all of this?? the first time my screen went out I only had the computer for 5 months. save up another few hundred more and get a better one. i wouldn't wish this laptop on my worst enemy. if you ignore all this, please do 2 things: buy an s-video cable so when the screen goes out, you can use your tv as your monitor, and also, make sure you have flash drives and cd's to back up everything you don't want to lose when you send it in multiple times! worst laptop i've ever encountered. stay away if you haven't already.
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- Fast
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- Heavy
- Short Battery Life
Best Uses
- gaming
- Graphics
- Video
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generlly it is a cool lap
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The Compaq Presario F700 Laptop is a good computer for me and others who want a basic, easy to use computer. I like to take my computer with me when we travel and watch a occasional movie, check and answer emails. This is a great computer for that.
Ease of Use
The screen is a little over fifteen inches and jI like the clear bright picture. . I'm still learning how to use it but it seems to be similar to the old HP it is replacing. I would consider this a entry level machine and would not recommend it for heavy downloading or playing lots of games.
Battery Life
I haven't ever ran down the battery but I had it on about four hours one day and it was still going.
Support & Service
I had decided to get something other than a HP this time around. So imagine my surprise when I discovered that my new computer , Compaq is a generic of HP. It is a good, dependable unit and I would not hesitate to recommend it to others that just want a simple, basic computer.
This machine might not have all of the the bells and whistles it does what I need. The graphic are clean and crisp and it's great movie watching.
The keyboard is a little different than the HP but that's not a biggie for me.It is flatter and fits down in the travel case better and it feels lighter which will be a lot better for traveling. The port connections fit tight and are placed so that they are easy to connect in a tight fit;
I'm giving this a nine based on previous laptops. I see no reason why it won't last me a few years and I can replace it at that time.
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I use this laptop for almost everything.Such as doing homework, research on the Goolge , surfing the internet and play PC games . Lately, it's been lagging a bit but I figure that may have to do with all the programs and plugins I've installed It's compatible with wireless mice which is a huge plus for me since using the little mouse in the center became a real pain in the wrist. The only thing I don't like is that it doesn't have a web camera. I may update to a better laptop and get myself one with a web cam. Anyways, I would recommend this to others. It's a decent laptop and would be especially useful to my firends .
They are easy to get around once you take the time to familarize your self with they system. Great functionality and use of short cut keys. Repair tools included if you ever need to wipe it like new or just system restore it back to a precious date to get rid of unwated or incompatible software.search bar built in to they start meny. they are energy star rated and dont heat up more than ment for operation. It has safty features that if it ever over heats or someone or something tires to hack into it it shuts down to protect data and system security.
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I loved this laptop. It was easy to use and download things. The setup was simple and everything was located in a easy way and setting up the whole system when we purchased it was a breeze. I also like this computer because it works great and easily for my kids and I can set the controls easily to my likings for them to use it with limited contents in some areas.
Ease of Use
This laptop was one of the easiest setups and the easiest to use for many things. It booted up quick and downloaded things easily and was organized in a way where it was easy to find what I was looking for or needed to do.
Battery Life
The battery on this laptop lasted forever it rarely needed to be recharged but our computer habits didn't keep us on it for over a hour. The battery went after 2 years and we were easily able to find a replacement battery online for a reasonable price.
Support & Service
Things are easy to find and simple to understand in just a few clicks I was able to get to where I needed to go to help me with any problems.
the laptop really booted up quick and even updated downloaded quickly
a easy simple design makes this laptop a breeze to use
this is a good laptop for familys
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I love this laptop. It wasn't my first choice because I was looking for just a regular pc with screen, keyboard, and hard drive, but staples was out computer sets so I decided to try a laptop. This was the only laptop that was inexpensive and convenient for me. The keys work real well, love the 17 inch screen, and is easy to move around. Have no problem launching the Internet browser on this. Comes some free trial software like Cyberlink. Have no problems making videos on this laptop.I mostly use this laptop for Internet searches, fb, and going to websites. Also use it to store photos and for making documents. Also use it for listening to music on the Internet. It's real easy to move around.
Ease of Use
Real easy to type on keyboard and easy to move.
Battery Life
Don't use the battery because it is always connected to a power source. But at times when there was no power it was handy.
Very good.
Real light
Very durable
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I've had this computer for awhile now, and have had no problems. I use it for everyday processes: internet, email, etc.
Ease of Use
Great straightforward and easy to use machine. i'm not super tech savvy, but had no issues.
Battery Life
Started great, but started to wane a bit as computer got older. Still overall good, however.
Support & Service
I never have had to utilize support services for this machine.
No complaints. Seems like a fast enough machine for everyday use.
Plain laptop. Nothing fancy, but just fine. I can't imagine a laptop being too terribly different in design than this one.
Has been knocked around a few times by my small children and is no worse for wear. Seems not too fragile, which I appreciate very much.
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When our last laptop went on the fritz, we needed something that was not too expensive but would last more than a couple of years - so far, so good. This laptop feels durable, seems to run fairly fast, and what is great for us is the battery life - enough to watch a movie and not worry about running out of juice.
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i had this computer for only 1 year and every thing stopped working. 1st my computer wouldnt identify any wireless internet without me repeatingly cutting it on and off. Then me WLAN light (blue light) wont turn blue it just stays orange. Then so I just used it to play video games and not it telling me that Runtime ++C wont do anything.
It will work perfectly fine until you get on it. It moves slow as heck especially when your battery it plugged it. Speaking of battery a fully charged battery for a year old Compaq only lasts 30 minutes or less. I wont my money back if you want a good and cheap computer get a Dell.
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The Compaq Presario F700 has been nothing but a big headache since we have gotten it. It had to be returned to Compaq twice for repairs for defects and now that my warranty is expired, my wireless network driver disappeared. Also, I can't even get my HP Wireless Assistant to activate when clicked on.
Piece of junk
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"This Compaq Pressario F700 laptop is extremely heavy, especially when you're flying and dragging this thing through the airport."
Fom the time I first started using this laptop it had little quirks that you had to get used to. First of all, the keyboard is large but it is quite hard to get used to because typing on it you can't help but touch the large built-in mouse pad which sends it all over and sometines espapes to another world and you lose what you were doing.
It came with the Windows Vista and that was another aggrivation. I wish they would work out all the bugs before they force you to use it when you buy a new computer. The Windows Vista is continually updating its software to make it compatible with everything that has been used for the last 7 years.
After 2 yrs of use, I have to crash it about every third time I start it up. After 6 months of this and cleaning it up I still can't figure out whether it's the Computer or the Vista causing this.
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|Zoro #: G1140081 Mfr #: 66253160401
|Abrasive Grit: 46
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|Item: Straight Grinding Wheel
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