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Subject: {ASSM} I'll Do Anything by Katie McN (M+F+m+f+, NC, Gangbangs,  Blackmail, Hum, Pedo, Best, Inc, Etc., RP)
Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 02:10:02 -0400
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I'll Do Anything

By Katie McN

Email: katie@katiemcn.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 katie@katiemcn.com if you have time.

---


"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

Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

I'd love to hear what you think about this very odd
story. My email address is katiemcn@cutey.com
Write if you have the chance.

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

www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katie_McN/www/

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