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Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Why are you loitering? Damn kids. When I was your age
I knew where I wasn't wanted.
And I thought I said to stay the hell off of my lawn?
The In Your Ass Secret Society
by Alexi92
It really is an ingenius plan. No one ever expects the demure
housewife. Everyone assumes that the slut with a bad attitude can just
walk over the mousey monogamist. So the set up is simple, the execution
brilliant, almost as well crafted as a symphony.
You're confused. Let me explain. See what we do is set up a man
and wife. They're really married by the way, so the chemistry is real.
Once we locate the Vamp we send in the husband. Usually the Vamp is
with another woman, a housewife who fell prey to the Vamp's power. The
husband flirts with the Vamp, making it clear that he has a wife. The
Vamp gets intertested, maybe even makes her housewife fuck the husband.
Soon the Vamp and the husband form a relationship. Sometimes
the Vamp will go so far as to let the huband shoot his load in her own
cunt. Rare, but it happens. Usually though the husband will fuck the
Vamp's girl.
Then the axe falls. The Vamp visits the wife while the husband
is away at work. The Vamp shows the wife photos of the cheating
husband. The wife cries her eyes out, the Vamp offers her shoulder in
support. The Vamp takes the wife out, somewhere innocent, for coffee
probably. This continues, soon the two are the best of friends. Then
the Vamp takes the wife out somewhere more daring, a club of some sort.
The Vamp gets the wife to dance with some of the men in the
club, claiming it to be nothing more than a dance. As the night goes on
the dancing gets more erotic, but the Vamp still insists nothing is
wrong. Finally the Vamp convinces the wife to fuck a guy in revenge
against the cheating husband.
The wife cheats, the Vamp takes pictures. The Vamp blackmails
the wife into becoming one of the Vamp's large number of prostitutes.
The prostitution will all go on behind the husband's back, while he,
blissful in his ignorance, continues to fuck some other man's wife
thinking her to be nothing more than a whore. The wife claims she's in
shock and goes to get a drink of water. She presses the signal button
and bam, we come in.
About five of us storm the house hold the Vamp, guns aimed at
her head. We shove her in the van, take her to a field office where she
is interogated. We find out who's invovled with her operation, and who
and where the girls she's blackmailed are.
The Vamp is put into deprogramming while our agents kill or
cripple the people involved with her little web of deciet. The
blackmailed wives are contacted and told of what has happened. Most are
overjoyed at their freedom, a few disapointed. Then we call the
husbands and tell them that if they ever cheat on their wives again
we'll castrate them.
Like I said, ingenius. More subtle than most of our operations.
The only thing is we don't get any recruits out of it. All the husbands
started the problem themselves, and they're getting regular sex from
other women, so they're not really cuckold. It's one of the few
operations we do that is more to help the women than the men.
See the reason we don't grab the Vamp when we first suspect,
and trust me we could, aim a gun at someone's head and they follow
orders very well, is that we have to make sure she's a Vamp. Be fucked
up if we deprogrammed some woman who just helps women with cheating
husbands.
Okay, you're still confused. By we, I mean the IYA soiety. I
know what you're thinking, the IYA society? Aren't they the terrorists
that shove stuff up women's asses in public? Short answer yes, long
answer no. Some of our agents do that, but it's a front, meant to hide
what we really do. And all the women who get a broom handle or a hammer
cramed into their dark hole cheated on their loved one.
Which is really what the IYA society is about. We try to end
the problem of the cuckold husand. Even if it was their own fault. Take
me for exaple. My name's Myron.
About six years ago I was a normal guy with a above average
looking wife, house in the suburbs, and a pretty good job. My wife,
Linda, was blonde and in great shape, we had married soon after college
and were both in our late twenties.
Don't ask me why, but one night me and my wife ended up in one
of the worst areas of town in a bar. We were both scared out of our
minds and tried to make ourselves as inconspicuous as possible at a
table in the corner. It didn't work, soon a fairly large group of
people were looking at us. There were about thirty men and a few women.
All of them looked tough enough to kill a man without blinking, even
the women. They all had the same tattoo on their right arm, a knife
with wings.
Linda and I were nursing our drinks nervously.
"One of them's coming over here," Linda whispered.
"Don't make any moves, maybe he'll leave us alone."
That wasn't the case. He stopped right next to our table so
that his shadow loomed over us. We both looked at him. The man was
short and stocky, but his arm had to have more muscles than I had ever
seen before. His face was covered in whiskers and his eyes were as cold
as ice. His entire outfit seemed to be made out of denim except for the
ratty t-shirt he wore. Aside from the knife tattoo he had at least six
more of various shapes and sizes. The man looked dangerous.
"Who're you?" he spit out.
"I'm Myron," I said with more confidence than I had.
"Name's Leroy." He nodded to Linda. "That yer woman?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Pretty lady. She's got good tits."
It was true. Linda had some nice tits, C-cups. The blouse she
wore did a pretty good job of covering them up though. Linda wasn't
impressed by the compliment, she bit her lip.
"Thanks," I said uncertainly.
"You want to trade?" Leroy asked. He snapped his fingers and
one of the women walked next to him. Her brunnette hair was a little
ratty and her face seemed like it had expierienced more than it should
have. But she was okay looking, nowhere near as good as Linda, but fair
enough that I would have thought twice about fucking her if I hadn't
been married.
"Er, no thanks." I said it as though I truly regretted the
refusal. There was no way I would trade my beautiful Linda for his
trashy girl, but I didn't want to let him know that. "We're married."
"Yeah, so?"
Linda looked at me, scared.
"See, we, ah, we kind of promised each other we would never
cheat on each other. So wife swapping is kind of..."
Leroy grabed me by the lapels and pulled me out of my seat. I
almost crapped in my pants.
"You don't come into the Dead Knives bar and refuse their
request. Now let me ask you again. Do you want to trade?"
"No," I croaked.
Leroy threw me away. I broke through the chair and hit the
ground. Almost out of nowhere Leroy pulled out a huge knife like the
one on his tattoo. I tried to get up but I blacked out.
What can I say, I was a pussy back then. I got knocked out
after being thrown through a chair. These days that only phases me a
little. I was weak then.
Anyway, when I came to it took me a few minutes to get up and
understand what was going on. Linda's clothes were strewn about on the
ground, most of them violently ripped or cut. I poked my head through
the circle to get a better look.
Linda was in worse shape. She was in the middle of a circle
composed of the Dead Knives, which by now I had guessed were some sort
of gang. She was naked and on all fours. Her body jerked violently as
two gang members, their pants around their ankles, raped her mouth and
cunt.
I could hear her whine as the two men pumped her with their
cocks. The one in her cunt grunted and shot his load in her. He pulled
out, his cock covered in various liquids, his semen dripping out og her
vagina. I was horrified, unprotected sex, what if Linda caught
something or got pregnant. Linda didn't seem to share my horror, and I
soon found out why. Once the guy who had shot his load moved out of the
way someone else took his place, fucking her cunt with his unprotected
cock. Linda had taken on how many men since I had been out, each one
shooting their semen into her body.
The one in her mouth pulled out. His semen burst from his cock
and splattered onto her face. When I got a good look I saw that her
face was covered in semen and tears. A hard cock stood in front of her
and she slipped it between her lucious lips. I almost cried myself,
watching the woman I loved being abused like this.
Her "good tits", as Leroy had called them, were being mauled by
the hands of the crowd. They had a tough time, as Linda's body jerked
violently her tits swung wildly. Hands would grab onto them, pinching
or slapping them, making them sway even more erraticly.
The man in front of me noticed I was up.
"The bastard's up."
"So?" asked Leroy.
The man shrugged and hit me in the nose. The world went black
again. I don't think Linda even noticed I had gotten up.
When I woke up again the bar was deserted. The bartender told
me to go home and that my wife would show up when the gang was done
with her. He didn't have any sympathy for me.
I went home and waited in the living room. Eventually I fell
asleep. I was awoken by the loud sounds of hooting, hollering, and
motorcycles. My first thought was, shit, they know where I live. Then,
what had they done to my wife? Would we ever be safe from their terror?
We might have to move.
The hooting and hollering went away, and the motorcycles faded
into the distance. I looked at a clock, 3 AM. The doorbell rang.
When I opened the door my wife collapsed into my arms. I must
have held her in my arms for twenty minutes, holding her body to mine,
overjoyed to know she was with me again. She was naked and a little
beat up, but otherwise she seemed fine.
I carried her to the bedroom and let her sleep. As she lay
there, unmoving, I got a better look at her and was horrified for the
second time that night. Her nipples had both been pierced and small
silever hoops hung from them. I pulled on them. They stretched her
nipple. Linda moaned. Her nipples were really pierced. I began to
explore the rest of her body.
It wasn't a pretty sight. I found piercings in her tongue,
nose, and clit. Her cunt had been shaved bare. And the tattoo, the same
knife with wings the gang had sported, was on her arm. I couldn't
really tell you how I felt at that moment. Anger, fear, insanity? I'm
not sure.
Anyway, this is the part where I learned that there was
actually a group that used a terrorist organization as their legitimate
front.
-To be continued-
feedback is appreciated. Send comments to
http://alexi92@hotmail.com
Most of my stories are archived at
members.theglobe.com/alexi92
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