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This story contains a parody of every squick subject I could think of.
If you are not offended by the end of the story I must have screwed up.
Katie McN
I'll Do Anything
By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>
(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN
"How many people are going to be gang banged tonight? Who will
be forced to do humiliating and demeaning acts? Will someone's
life be ruined forever? Ladies and gentlemen, before we find out
the answers to those questions, I have several important
announcements."
The audience was irate. The show was already an hour late and it
looked like more delay. It was hard to believe that the number
one program on world television could be so screwed up.
"The smell is nothing to worry about. All the toilets
overflowed, but the maintenance crew is finally cleaning up the
mess."
The smell was something to worry about. People were choking and
gagging. Several threw up and a number were asking to leave
although no one could find the exits.
"In the meantime, please use the Port-A-Potties the ushers are
now wheeling into the aisles. Also, do not eat any of the free
candy that was passed out earlier. It seems it's a powerful
laxative and not the Goody Munch Bar advertised on the package."
Dozens of people jumped up when the ushers started to wheel the
Port-A-Potties into the building. They must have eaten the
laxative candy and now had serious problems to consider. Even
though two of the toilets were knocked over and several fights
started as people tried to relive themselves, the announcer
seemed unperturbed and moved along with the show. "Ladies and
gentlemen, I'm proud to introduce the Host of 'We're Here to
Help', Jeff Waaaaaalker."
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." The audience went crazy when they saw
Jeff. It was only a matter of time before the fun would begin.
Jeff walked up the main aisle looking for the first contestant.
"Would Marilyn Zabben please raise your hand."
The audience heard the shriek first and then watched as a women
in the fifth row jumped out of her seat with her hand pointed
straight up in the air. Three small children sat in the seats
beside her and they somehow understood how important this moment
could be. The two darling girls and the cute little boy
obviously belonged to Marilyn. It was wonderful. They were going
to be able to watch their mother's triumph.
"Marilyn, tell us what brings you to the show."
"My husband deserted me and the children three months ago and
we're destitute. I have a job cleaning hotel rooms, but I don't
make enough money to cover even half of our expenses. If I don't
raise $4 thousand in the next week, I'm going to be evicted from
my home and lose my children to the State Orphanage. I'm
desperate, Jeff, and I'll do anything to get the money."
"Oooooooh." The audience feigned concern knowing it was just a
matter of time before Marilyn was put to the test. A mother with
her back up against the wall would certainly 'do anything' to
save her children. A silence fell over the crowd as they waited
in anticipation for both shoes to fall.
"Okay, Marilyn, the producers tell me that the Richardson
Foundation is willing to make it possible for you to earn the
whole $4 thousand before the end of the program. What do you
think of that?"
"I've been on my knees every night praying to the lord to bring
me salvation. My prayers have been answered, Jeff. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you."
"Once again we see the power of prayer, ladies and gentlemen.
Okay, Marilyn, before you get a crack at the big money, you have
to overcome hurdle number one. Audience, what's the first thing
Marilyn has to do? "
The crowd screamed out as one person, "TAKE OFF ALL YOUR
CLOTHES."
"That's right, Marilyn, I'm putting 60 seconds on the clock. As
soon as I mention an item of clothing, the clock will start and
keep running until you've taken it off and thrown it to some
lucky audience member. It you run out of time, you'll miss the
chance to make the $4 thousand you need so badly. Any
questions?'
"I don't think I can strip off in front of my children and the
whole audience, Jeff. Do I really have to do it?"
"Yes, and you better get ready to start because I want to see
your dress fly off you body. Start the clock."
Marilyn didn't move at first as the sweep second hand made it's
relentless journey toward one minute. She soon realized there
was no reprieve and the thought of the $4 thousand slipping
through her fingers was more than she could bear. She reached
behind her back and unzipped the dress. This gave her enough
freedom to let it fall to the floor and she just had to step out
of it. She quickly bent over, picked up the dress and threw it
to an audience member. She stood there in a very modest white
bra and matching panties waiting to see what she had to take off
next.
"What do you say, audience, do you want to see some tits?"
"Yaaaaaa." They did, big time.
"Okay, Marilyn, the Richardson Foundation is going to sweeten
the pot. They'll give you $20 for every second left on the clock
after you finish stripping down to your skin. You've got 50
seconds left so you could make enough to buy food for the whole
month. Let's see the tits. Get that bra off now."
When Jeff mentioned getting money to buy food, Marilyn
remembered she had not eaten anything in two days. She no longer
cared if her children watched her humiliate herself or if a
bunch of strangers saw the most personal parts of her body. She
could only think of what she could do with that money. She was
hungry. Her hands quickly went behind her back and the bra was
removed in only a few seconds and thrown to a lucky audience
member.
Her children didn't know what to do. Their mother had just
stripped off her panties and a man was now wearing them as a
hat. Then she threw her shoes into the audience and stood there
completely naked. The crowd went crazy. Dozens of cameras
flashed, recording the moment for posterity. A lot of these
pictures would end up on the Internet and act as a constant
reminder of what happened here today.
"Let's walk to center stage, Marilyn, and see what you'll have
to do to make the big money. Come on kids. You can come along
for good luck."
Marilyn and the children were soon center stage. 400 pair of
eyes were focused on her nudity and she turned crimson knowing
that this was just a minor embarrassment compared to what would
happen next. A hush fell over the crowd as they waited to see
what Jeff had in store for her. One of the little girls clutched
at her mother's naked leg while a tear slowly trickled down the
cheek of the other. The little boy tried to put on a brave front
even though he was only 8 years old.
"Before we tell you what you'll have to do to make the $4
thousand, I want everyone to know just how wonderful the
Richardson Foundation is. Earlier today they sent a bus down to
the ghetto and picked up 40 homeless men and brought them here
to the studio for a meal and an opportunity to make a couple of
bucks."
A side door opened and 40 indigents slowly staggered into the
room. It looked like the Richardson Foundation provided the men
with an unlimited supply of wine in addition to the hearty meal.
Many of the men appeared disoriented and didn't seem to know
where they were. The audience could hardly stand the smell
emanating from the hapless dregs of humanity and watched in
disgust as several of them threw up on the stage.
The man Jeff interviewed didn't seem to be quite as messed up as
some of the other guys. "Well, folks, I've been talking to
Willie here and it seems he is down on his luck and he hasn't
worked in a long time. Let's see if we can help him out."
Willie liked the sound of that and hoped it meant his next meal
wouldn't be coming out of the trash container behind the Wheeler
Bar and Grill. He tried to focus on what Jeff was saying. "Seems
good to me, Jeff. What ya got for me, pal."
"$200, Willie, and all you have to do is sell me your clothes.
What do you say, big guy? Those rags don't look like there worth
a nickel and look at all the wine you can buy with 200 bucks. In
fact we'll buy the clothes from everyone of you guys." Jeff
waved a large stack of money in the air to show his good faith.
It took awhile before the men understood what was going on, but
the clothes started coming off in twos and threes at first, and
finally flew off in an avalanche of poor taste. Some of the men
wanted the money. Others just joined in for the fun. A few
people didn't know what was happening and were helped out of
their clothes by their compatriots.
"Here's where you come in, Marilyn. I want you to go over to the
bed there at the side of the stage and fuck all 40 of these
guys. For everyone you do, we'll give you a $100."
Marilyn was in shock as Jeff eased her over to the side of the
stage. Somehow she found herself laying on the bed where the 40
guys were gathering around. Most of them hadn't been laid in
years so this seemed like a great idea to them.
"Come here kids. You can help your Mom. Take this pad of paper.
Every time one of the guys fucks your Mom, make a mark on the
pad. She'll get a hundred dollars for each mark on the page. Can
you do it?"
The children were all crying by then, but they knew how
important it was for their mother to make some money so they
nodded their heads yes.
Marilyn thought of backing out, but it was too late. One of the
homeless men was already on top of her, forcing his scabby cock
into her pussy. He was done in less than 30 seconds and another
man quickly moved in to take his place. Several of the others
got impatient and rolled the couple over. Soon Marilyn was being
fucked in the ass and the pussy at the same time. She decided
she could get it over faster if she just went with it and soon
was giving another one of the men a blow job.
"What is it, Ruthie?" One of the little girls was trying to get
Jeff's attention as her mother got the attention of the 40 lust
crazed men.
"Does it count if my mommy gets stuck in the poopie by one of
those horrible people."
"It sure does, Ruthie, and it also counts if she sucks on one of
their dicks or plays with their cocks with her hand. So just
mark all of them down."
The little girl quickly made more marks on her pad. Marilyn
realized that she could make even more money if she just worked
a bit harder and soon was given two more guys hand jobs. She
didn't know how long she would last, but hoped she could do each
one of these guys twice before the show was over.
Two naked people walked on stage. It was obvious that they were
upset about being there and yet looked determined to go through
with it.
"Hey everybody, I want you to meet Joe and Linda Finsterwall.
Joe and Linda had a bit of bad luck and if they don't come up
with the $100 thousand they embezzled from their employer,
they'll be heading to the slammer for 5 to 10 years."
The audience knew the Richardson Foundation could come up with
the money. It was just a matter of what the Finsterwalls would
have to do to earn it.
"Linda, you can do this one on your own. All you have to do is
go into the audience and convince the guys to let you give them
blow jobs. For each one you do, you'll get a thousand dollars.
Do you have any problems with this, Joe?"
"Hell no, it's about time she got off her ass and made a couple
of bucks to help out."
Linda seemed concerned and finally said, "I can't give a hundred
guys blow jobs by the end of the program, Jeff. No way can I
make the money we need."
"Not a problem, Linda. We'll give you a thousand for every guy
who fucks you in the ass, too. You can do 'em two at a time that
way."
For a brief moment, Linda thought she could do it, but then
realized it wasn't possible. "I still don't think I can do it,
Jeff. Maybe I could do fifty."
"Well, that's why marriage is a partnership, Linda. Joe get your
ass out in the crowd and start giving it up. I'm sure there's a
lot of guys who'd love to have you suck their dicks and fuck
your fat ass."
"No fucking way, Jeff. I'm no fag and no scum bag is going to
stick it to me."
"Ah, that's too bad." Jeff was the master at looking sincere.
"You probably will like the class of guys that will punk you in
jail a lot better than the guys in our audience."
Joe realized that he would probably be someone's cum slut in
jail for the next ten years and have to get in on with hundreds
of guys in the slammer. He decided he had no choice and
resolutely went to work.
The audience cheered and screamed as they watched Joe and Linda
sucking off any guy who wanted it and taking it up the ass from
anyone who came along. A big cheer went up when Joe begged some
guy to please let him suck him off and Father Murphy finally
relented.
"Jeff, it's that time in the show where we ask one of viewers to
help us with a suggestion. This week we've flown in Victor Adep
who attends AE Neuman Middle School."
A young lad wearing a blue blazer, red bow tie and white bell
bottom pants walked out on the stage and waved at the crowd.
"Jeff, I've looked forward to meeting you ever since I started
watching your program. This is one of the few television
programs that makes sense."
"Well, thanks Vic. We really appreciate recognition for the
services we perform."
Suddenly there was a shriek from center stage. Jeff and Vic
raced over to see what was going on and were surprised to find
Missy Zabben, Marilyn's six year old daughter, naked and giving
one of the homeless men a blow job while another tried to jam
his cock into her tiny pussy.
"What's wrong Marilyn? Vic and I heard you scream and wonder if
we can help?"
As soon as Marilyn opened her mouth to complain. One of the
homeless men pushed his cock into it and grabbed her hair. He
pulled her faced into his crotch and started fucking away. She
felt the dick in her throat and gave up trying to say anything.
"Hey kids, look at your sister helping mom make some money."
Jeff looked at the other two children and they sensed they were
doing something wrong. "You better take your clothes off and
help out. I'll get one of the stage hands to keep track of the
score."
While the other children were trying to decide if they wanted to
join in the fun, several of the winos realized that they
actually liked youngsters better than women. They were soon
chasing the two little tykes around the stage. The audience
cheered when the little boy was finally trapped and two of the
men ripped off his clothes. The youngster soon was helping his
mother raise money front and back.
When the other little girl saw her older brother getting fucked
she gave up and took her clothes off, too. Soon the whole Zabben
family was participating in the smelliest orgy anyone had ever
experienced.
"Hey, what do you think of the Zabben's, Vic? You know what they
say, 'The family that lays together, and some other shit.'"
"Yah, whatever, Jeff. When do we get to my part."
"Right now, Victor. Let's turn on the remote pickup."
A jumbo big screen was lowered from the ceiling giving the
audience a clear picture of a classroom at some boys school. The
twenty plus twelve year old boys were staring at their teacher
and for good reason. Mrs. Insala was the hottest looking babe
any one of them had ever seen. She secretly got off wearing
revealing clothes and sat on the edge of her desk so the boys
could get a good look at her underwear or bare pussy if she
didn't have any panties on. Most of the boys in the class had
hard ons at all times and when one of them happened to cum in
his pants, she made him stand in front of the class for the rest
of the session.
"Hi Mrs. Insala. Jeff Walker here with someone you know. Go
ahead Vic, say hello."
"Hi Mrs. Walker. Victor Adep here. I'm really not sick today. I
gave Jeff some pictures of you and can't wait to see what
happens next."
As soon as the audience heard the word pictures, a large cheer
rose up from the crowd. They new what this meant. Blackmail.
And, they loved watching the victim squirm.
A shabby looking deliver boy entered the classroom and handed
Mrs. Insala a manila envelope stuffed full of pictures. As soon
as she saw the first one tears came to her eyes and she said,
"How did you get these. They're filthy. You can't show anyone."
"Vic and I don't want to show anyone, but that's up to you. If
you do what we say, no problem. If you don't the principle,
police chief, your husband and your mother all will get their
own copies."
"You can't do that. Please don't. I'll do anything you say."
It took Jeff a long time to get the audience under control. The
boys in the classroom were getting quite interested since most
of them watched the program and knew something good was going to
happen.
"Now let me get this right. You said you'd do anything if we
didn't show these pictures to anyone. Is that right?"
"Yes, Jeff." She looked totally defeated and Jeff knew it was
just a matter of letting her know what she had to do.
The boys in the class got right into it when their teacher had
to jump up on her desk and do a strip tease. They'd been getting
peeks at her undies for months, but now they were getting a look
at everything.
A rousing cheer went up when she revealed her enormous breasts
that bounced and jiggled as they popped out of her bra.
The boys were fascinated as their teacher stood naked on her
desk with her legs spread wide apart. Jeff had her masturbate
and play with her tits as the young boys looked on.
She wasn't allowed to stop until she got off hard with a major
orgasm. By then the young men surrounded her desk and all
watched her from only inches away.
Finally Jeff had the boys line up by height and they got to take
turns fucking their teacher. Jeff explained that each boy in the
class was going to have his own set of pictures and so she could
expect to be putting out a lot over the next few years.
"Okay, Mr. Announcer, who's next?" Jeff was ready for the next
contestants and the audience couldn't wait to see what came
next.
"Jeff, let's bring on the Johnson family. Henry, Mildred, little
six year old Sissy and their family dog, Barkie."
The Johnsons were on last week. It seemed that poor Mildred
needed a heart transplant or she would die within four or five
months. She was so low on the donor list that it was unlikely
she would get one. The Johnsons had no money so things looked
pretty grim for Mildred. Fortunately the Richardson Foundation
was willing to help out.
"Okay Johnsons, you know what to do."
The family started to strip down in front of the audience. Sissy
seemed shy about it, but her mother soon had her taking her
clothes off. When the family was through undressing, it was
obvious what Mr. Johnson was thinking about.
Mr. Johnson had a throbbing erection that almost pointed to the
ceiling. Little Sissy was very embarrassed by this and kept
trying to pull it down. This seem to have the opposite effect
and she soon gave up.
"Okay, Mildred. Tell us what you had to do."
"The Richardson Foundation said they would get me a new heart as
soon as we trained Barkie to fuck Sissy on command, Jeff. Well,
he can do it now."
"What do you say, audience."
The audience loved it. This was the kind of thing they lived for
and couldn't wait for the action to start.
"Okay, Johnsons, show us your stuff. You've got five minutes to
do it."
Mildred pushed Sissy down on her hands and knees as Henry pulled
Barkie up on her back. It was obvious that Barkie knew what was
coming next and so did Sissy.
A large red mass forced it's way from between Barkie's legs. The
dog was so excited that he couldn't get it into the young girls
pussy. Mildred grabbed it and guided it into the Sissy's cunt.
As soon as it was there, Barkie started pumping away. It was
obvious that the dog would easily make the time limit.
"Hey, Johnsons. You really got this down to a science. How did
you do it, Mildred."
"I frigged her pussy until Barkie noticed the smell, Jeff. Then
I sucked on his doggie cock until he was hard. Once we had that,
no problem. We had to do it fifteen or twenty times before he
got the hang of it and Sissy didn't cry any more after about the
tenth time."
Jeff decided to extend the show's generosity. "Well Johnsons,
you get the heart, but the operation is going to cost a lot more
than you have. We can help."
The Johnsons didn't realize that the heart was not enough and
thought that maybe all their work had been for nothing.
"Henry, all you have to do is have sloppy seconds after Barkie
and we pay for the operation."
Mildred and Henry looked stunned. The audience felt that they
were not going to do it. It did seem like the ultimate in
disgusting acts after they had to get their dog to fuck their
daughter. Before either of them could answer, Sissy said, "Don't
worry Popsie, we can pretend we're home. I'll close my eyes and
think it's just you sneaking into my room."
When Mildred heard that, she grabbed at her chest and fell to
the floor. Even though she died, the Richardson Foundation
decided to award the family the cash equivalent of a heart and
the transplant operation. Henry and Sissy were very happy to
hear this and left the stage hand in hand.
When Jeff checked back on the Zabbens he found out that Marilyn
and her three children were being carried out of the room. They
made $12,300 before passing out. Even though the homeless men
had gotten off quite a number of times, they still seemed
restless.
"Time's up for the Finsterwalls and I'm sorry to say they only
were able to blow and take it up the ass from 93 people so they
don't make it, Jeff."
"Ah, that's too bad, Mr. Announcer. Tell you what Finsterwalls,
we'll give you a chance to run down the Magic Highway and if you
agree, you get the $100 thousand."
The Finsterwalls had no choice. They either got the $100
thousand or it was jail.
The stage hands got the naked winos lined up in two ragged
lines. Each one was given a cat of nine tails and told to use it
on the Finsterwalls as they tried to run the gauntlet.
As soon as the Finsterwalls made their first steps, the homeless
men rushed forward and started to bring down their whips. In the
crowded area, they seemed to hit each other more than they hit
the Finsterwalls.
A number of the men didn't realize that they were doing
something new and threw the Finsterwalls to the ground. Once
they hit the stage they didn't have an empty orifice and the
whipping never stopped. Even though both of the Finsterwalls
were unconscious when their bodies were dragged off the stage,
the Richardson Foundation still came through with the money.
The audience was puzzled when they saw Jeff and the rest of the
crew slip on gas masks. Their puzzlement turned quickly to
disgust when a large vat was moved on stage. The square was
about five feet high and seemed to be filled with shit and piss.
The aroma was horrible.
The announcer stepped up to the mic and said, "I have an
announcement. All you people who were sent free tickets to the
show should know that it was done as part of a police sting
operation. Right now there are 100 police officers outside the
front doors waiting to arrest you. Your only escape is through
the door at the back of the stage."
A small door was open a few feet above the top of the shit box.
The only way that a person could get through the door would be
to jump into the box. At first no one in the audience moved, but
when the rear doors opened and the hundred police started to
rush into the room, there was a mad dash to the shit box.
Most of the people jumped over the side and slide into the crap
up to their chests. A few foolish people dove in head first and
had a difficult time getting back to the surface. Dozens of
people were fighting and clawing their way to safety, oblivious
to what they were doing.
The police watched as the criminals got away. They didn't seem
too upset about this turn of events and the audience thought
that maybe they were going to arrest Jeff or the representatives
of the Richardson Foundation.
Instead, Chief Marley came up and shook Jeff's hand. "Jeff I
want to thank you for all your help. We have a hundred more
officers out back with search dogs. No way those people will get
away smelling like that. You've done a humanitarian service and
I want to thank you on behalf of policemen everywhere."
The audience applauded this bit of news and watched the police
leave the room in hot pursuit of the crooks.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that's all we have time for this week.
Tune in next week to see what fun and games the Richardson
Foundation will play to help out the unfortunate people of the
world."
The End
Let me know what you think of my story . . .
By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>
Read more of my stories here . . .
www.katie-mcn.com
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