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Subject: {ASSM} Real Stories of the IYA
Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 13:10:04 -0400
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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?





Real Stories of the In Your Ass Society
by
Alexi92

Entry 592

	"Listen, Mr. Olliver..."

	"Olivier! My name is Olivier!"

	"I'm sorry, Mr. Olivier. Listen we've all got problems. That doesn't mean 
they're worth killing yourself over."

	The skittish man shuffled away from the psychiatrist. "Stay away from me! 
You try anything and I'm going to jump! I swear!"

	"Mr. Olivier! I am not going to try anything. I just want you to realize 
that your life has value. Whatever's wrong I want to help."

	"You can't help me!"

	Charlene sighed, but made sure not to show any external signs of her 
distress. She had just started volunteering her services recently, but 
already she was starting to tire of it. The desperation and futility in 
these people's lives, they were either so desperate for attention that they 
were willing to put their lives on the line or else they genuinely believed 
that their only solution to the pain they felt was to end it all. Charlene 
wasn't sure which was scarier. If she didn't have Donald to turn to she 
would have gone crazy by now.

	"Let me try," Charlene said with a false sincerity that had been honed over 
years of counseling others. "Just tell me what's wrong."

	"You married?" Olivier asked.

	"So am I. Of course my wife is a cheating whore!"

	Ah one of those. This was precisely the reason Charlene took special care 
to hide her affair with Donald from Roger. No doubt Oliver's wife was 
seeking some sort of escape from whatever trap he had created for her. 
Christ, if his response was to try and throw himself off the top of a 
building then he couldn't have been the most stable of husbands to begin 
with.

	"Even so, Mr Olivier, that's no reason to take things to this extreme."

	"Lying bitch. She fucked him in my house!"

	"And this is how you want to punish her?"

	"Ha! No! I want to make her hurt!"

	"You can't do that from here Mr. Olivier. Why don't you come in here?"

	"You think I'm stupid. Nope. I'm staying right here." He shuffled off, 
further away from the window she was leaning out of. "You want to help me, 
you come out here."

	A fireman tapped Charlene on the shoulder. "What?" she hissed.

	"If you can get him to move another two feet down the ledge we can grab him 
out of the next window down."

	"And how do you propose I do that?"

	"I dunno, you're the psych."

	Charlene sighed to herself again. When this was over she was going to call 
Donald and make him fuck her raw. She could already feel his large sweaty 
hands groping her body as she rode his stiff cock, riding his body with wild 
abandon as both their hips bucked with such force that she had to slam 
herself down on his manhood just to keep up. Then she would take a shower, 
letting Donald carress every inch of her still supple thirty-five year-old 
body while her own soapy hands played with his still rock hard cock. Finally 
she would go home, kiss Roger on the cheek and go to sleep.

	"Can you hook me up to a harness or something?" She asked the firefighter.

	"What are you nuts? You want to go out there?"

	"He retreats from me. If I get out there he should move far enough that you 
can grab him."

	"I guess."

	"Good." Then calling out to Olivier she shouted, "Mr. Olivier. Give me a 
second, I'm coming out!"

	"Don't you dare!" Olivier shouted, scooting towards the target window 
another foot.

	It was almost over, Charlene decided as the firefighters began to fit her 
up with a harness. It covered her chest like a life jacket, with straps that 
wrapped around the very tops of her thighs, just beneath her buttocks.

	"Watch it," she snarled, certain that someone had just copped a feel. It 
was a good thing she hadn't worn a skirt or they would have realized she 
wasn't wearing any underwear.

	"You're ready," one of the firemen said.

	"About time," Charlene muttered. She took off her heels and approached the 
window. Bracing herself she climbed out onto the ledge. She reminded herself 
not to look down and looked up at Mr. Olivier. He seemed strangely calm now 
as he watched her slowly gain her balance and stand up.

	"Okay, Mr Olivier, I'm here," she said, slowly inching forward.

	"Yes you are," Olivier acknowledged with a nod of his head. "And it's about 
time too."

	"Let me help you," Charlene said. She moved forard again, her confidence in 
the harness increasing. But something was wrong, Olivier wasn't retreating. 
He just stood there.

	"Come, help me," Olivier agreed.

	Charlene wanted to go back inside, everything was different now. This 
Olivier was obviously nuts. But this had been her idea and she wasn't going 
to admit defeat so easily. Taking a final try she moved towards him again, 
this time coming almost to arms length.

	"You don't want to kill youself, do you Mr. Olivier?"

	"No."

	"Then go inside and we can all go home."

	"I have a better idea."

	Olivier lurched forward and grabbed Charlene by the arm. She tried to jerk 
away but that only caused her to lose her balance. She almost screamed as 
gravity prepared to pull her down twenty-four stories when she was roughly 
pulled back into Olivier. He held his arm around her neck, so close to his 
body that she could feel his breath across her face. She tried to break 
free, but not very hard because the wrong movement could send them both off 
the side of the building and she wasn't certain the harness would save her.

	"Don't move!" Olivier shouted to the firemen.

	"Give it up!" someone shouted.

	"Anyone else tries anything then we both go off the side of this building. 
That Harness able to hold two people?"

	"Yes."

	"Right, then I'll just stab her then."

	And suddenly a knife was produced. Charlene stopped breating. Oliver held 
the knife against her face, the cold blade just pusing into her skin enough 
that the slightest movement would draw blood. Charlene wanted to whimper but 
dared not even do that.

	"Let her go Olivier!"

	"Fuck off! Everyone steps away from the windows and maybe I consider it."

	"Where you going to go then?"

	"Then I jump. Whether or not I kill her first is up to you! What do you 
think doc?"

	"Get away!" Charlene shouted. "For God sakes get away! Please!"

	"Right! Be a damn shame if I were to cut this harness off her and took her 
with me!"

	There was much commotion as people began to move away from the windows. 
Charlene finally allowed herself to begin trembling. She closed her eyes, 
promising to never volunteer again. Don't let me die, she prayed. Please 
don't let me die.

	She felt the knife move away from her face and Olivier began whispering to 
her. "Don't worry doc, I won't kill you. But there's something you should 
know. My wife she did cheat on me, like you cheat on your husband. But I'm 
getting help and this is my initiation."

	His arm came away from her neck and she felt a grip tighten on the waist of 
her pants. At first she was afraid Olivier was going to cut her harness but 
soon she realized with horror that he had other planst. He began to cut the 
material of her pants, tearing them roughly and exposing her bare ass to the 
air. She gasped and tried to get away, but he pushed her forward and she 
instinctively grabbed at the ledge. Olivier pushed her down, her chest 
slammed into the cement. Charlene began to struggle to get back up but 
that's when she felt it, something being pressed against her asshole.

	"No!" she shouted, but Olivier pressed on, trying to push something into 
her ass. She clenched up, trying to save herself from anal rape.

	"Stop it!" Olivier shouted. And just to prove his point he swiped the blade 
of the knife across one of her buttocks. The sharp cutting pain caused her 
to shriek and for a slight moment she unclenched. Olivier used the 
oppurtunity to invade, and within seconds Charlene felt the intruder push 
into her body, filling her with it's unwelcome presence. She tried to expell 
it but to no avail.

	"One last thing," Olivier shouted. "I do this task in your ass!"

	And with that he jumped.

Entry 833


	"Chet, it's been a great day for show jumping here in New England, hasn't 
it?"

	"Indeed it has, Roger. All the participants have performed marvelously."

	"And the most anticipated riders are still to come."

	"Yes, but none more anticipated than our next rider, Shirley Fenton from 
Massachusettes."

	"Chet? Are you reading the right..."

	"Now Shirley, as you are no doubt aware Roger, is the attractive young 
socialite that has been married for little under a year now. Of course that 
hasn't stopped her from being the most flirtatious young tease in the elite 
society of Boston's upper class social circles. In fact it's rumored, and 
has been recently confirmed that she has had a number of extra-marital 
affairs. This young twenty-year-old blonde bombshell has been giving up her 
tight young twat to men more than twice her age all the while maintaining a 
superior demeanor when addressing others. One needs only imagine her small 
lithe body covered in the sweat and drying semen of her lovers to realize 
that Shirley Fenton is a vicious slut."

	"That may be Chet, but it's not our place to make those kind of..."

	"In fact Roger, I'll have you know that only hours before this competition 
Miss Fenton had the cock of one Mr. R.J. Rockman in her mouth after denying 
her husband William that pleasure for the entire term of their relationship. 
Unwilling to leave any physical signs of her misdeeds, Shirley sucked 
Rockman's cock until he came in her mouth, whereapon she swallowed his 
entire load of cum."

	"Really?"

	"Really Roger. Whereupon she fixed her make-up and hair and then went to 
attend to her horse. Meanwhile if our camera's can do a close-up onto R.J. 
Rockman you should see a huge grin on his face."

	"Indeed there is a grin there Chet. But what does this have to do with show 
jumping?"

	"Actually Roger I've just been informed that these rather unfortunate turn 
of events has lead to a slight change in the next rider."

	"Shirley Fenton won't be riding?"

	"She'll be riding, but not as we're accustomed to, Roger. In fact here she 
comes now."

	"Holy shit!"

	"That's right Roger, as you can see Shirley Fenton has been stripped naked 
with her arms tied behind her back. Her breasts, made to seem all that much 
the larger on her small frame, are bouncing in time to the horse's trot. 
It's also clear, that yes, Shirley is a natural blonde."

	"Chet, she seem's to be in the incorrect position on her saddle."

	"That's true Roger, you shee she's been positioned so that her saddle's 
horn happens to be in her ass."

	"In her ass?"

	"That's right, Roger. The entire length of the horn is penetrating her ass. 
I imagine she's in much pain."

	"No doubt, Chet, as anyone who has ridden a horse can tell you, the 
constant motion can be quite sore on your rear, no doubt doubly so if 
something is pushing into it at the time."

	"Yes, Shriley's getting reemed by that horn."

	"Which would account for her rather painful grimace."

	"Yes. Now I see that security has already begun to help her, but it looks 
like they're ignorant of the current position of the horn so, yes, yes, 
they're actually forcing the horn to push deeper into her body. Ouch. Sooner 
or later they're going to realize that first they need to dislodge that horn 
from her ass hole. Well that's my cue to leave so until next time, I do this 
task in your ass!"

Entry 711

	The Photographs of Member #4546403

	An animal rights protestor, her boots still on her feet, is strapped to the 
hood of a car like a hunting prize. Her pants are gone but her sheer, 
see-through, white underwear provides only a flimsy covering for her exposed 
sex. She still has a flannel shirt, but it has been torn open to reveal her 
large bare breasts. Her hair is black, shoulder length, and we see much of 
it because she sits, slumped, defeated, trying to bury her head in her chest 
to hide.

	A cheerleader atop a human pyramid, wearing only her sweater. From the 
waist below she is naked, her skirt having long ago been discarded on her 
way up the pyramid. Her cheeks are red as she tries to maintain her balance 
atop the structure of human building blocks. From behind her naked rear 
sticks out, it's round perfection a gleaming signal to all who see it. And 
inserted into the cheerleader's asshole is a pom-pom, its handle shoved deep 
into rear orifice, yet the weight of the pom-pom forces it to slowly slide 
diagonally from the puckered anal opening.

	A mechanic, laying on her back, is working under a car so that her entire 
body above her waist is obscured by the metal monster. Yet from the waist 
below much is exposed because her entire jump suit has been bunched around 
her ankles. Her panties have been pulled down to her knees and her inner 
thighs are smudged by multiple grease stained hand prints. A socket wrench 
has been shoved, socket first, into the mechanic's unshaven cunt.


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It's been a while. Maybe It'll take me over a year to write my next story. 
For those still interested I've promised a sequel to Face of Perfection, 
another fantasy story, and another LSH story.

feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...

alexi92@hotmail.com

Most of my stories are archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alexi92/www



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