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 mommie 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 themen 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 togethers, 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 Zabben's 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>


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