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Subject: {ASSM} "I'll Do Anything" by Katie McN (Parody of NC, Blackmail,    Hum, Gangbang, Pedo, Inc, Best, bunches more)
Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 15:10:02 -0400
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Forced to Fuck

By Katie McN

Email: katiemcn@cutey.com


Note: I tried to put in as many gross things as I
could think of in this story. I more than likely
hit on just about everyone's main squicks so take
care if you are easily bothered by NC, Blackmail, 
Hum, Pedo, Inc, Best or some of the worse stuff
found in this story.

I would love to hear from people who've read this thing and find out what they think about it. Drop me a line at katiemcn@cutey.com if you have time.

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"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 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 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



Forced to Fuck

Katie McN

Email: katiemcn@cutey.com Write if you have the chance.

Check out the rest of my stories and learn more about me at:

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