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From: "Georgie Porgie" <georgieporgie@fastmail.fm>
Subject: {ASSM} New Angel {Georgie Porgie} (???/g7g6g? blasphemy pedo bond tort rape anal)
Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 23:10:06 -0400
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged.
2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged.
3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. The web site links ONLY to: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
   rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
   that would otherwise be required.
or
1. The web site provides FREE access to the story without restriction
   (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee),
2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and
   description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
   is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

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                                New Angel

This fantasy is an extremely sacriligious and blasphemous description
of bondage, torture, rape, and (a very rare exception in my stories and
barely described here) anal rape, of three girls age 7, 6, and unknown
but around 7, by... well, you'll just have to see, if you dare.

I'm not into gore and grossness, so the only bodily fluid you'll find
in the following is tears, and there is no physical injury described.
(If you want that sort of thing, you'll have to imagine it yourself.)
If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would enjoy, then either don't
read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing anyone to read this fantasy.

This story is not real, has never happened, cannot possibly happen, and
any resemblance to any real or imaginary person or place is purely an
unintentional coincidence.  If you believe that, you probably believe
in the imaginary persons and imaginary places, too.

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                                New Angel

                            by Georgie Porgie
                              25 March 1995


"Hi, I'm Mary.  What's your name?  Christa?  Christa Rose?  As in 'Christ
arose'?  Hee hee.  I'm sure He'll get a rise out of that one.  Maybe not
the
kind of rise you want though.  So, you're new here, right?  I'll show you
around."

"Hee hee.  Everybody does that right away.  No, there's nothing under
your
robe.  God likes it like that."

"No, your wings don't work.  No, mine don't either.  They're just for
show,
because angels are prettier with pretty wings."

"Don't get too close to the edge of the clouds.  If you fall off, you
know what will happen?  Well, you remember seeing falling stars on Earth
don't you?  Those weren't stars.  If you fall off, you'll fall all the
way down into Hell, and you'll never come back.  They tell me it's not a
nice place to live."

"No, I'm not that Mary.  I've never even met her.  She was too old to
come
here when she died, so she went to Hell."

"I was seven years old when I died, and I look just the same now as I did
then.  You won't grow any older here, so you'll look like you're six
years
old forever."

"Oh, I don't remember how long.  You sorta lose track of time up here. 
I've
been here a long long time though."

"Yea, I still act like I'm seven years old, too.  That's part of not
growing
any older.  Hee hee."

"Oh, I saw an angel fall off a cloud once.  I heard her screaming for a
long
time as she fell.  I didn't look, but God leaned over and watched her
fall.
He laughed and laughed about it.  I think maybe He had something to do
with
it."

"Never step on yellow clouds.  That's where God, uh, you know... 'went'.
They're slippery and not very solid there, and you might slip off and
fall
down into Hell.  I think He does it just hoping one of us will fall, so
He
can watch.  That gets Jesus real mad.  He doesn't want any of us to
fall."

"Ha hah ha.  Fat chance.  No, He just wants us all for Himself, and hates
to
lose one."

"No, all the angels are girls, like us.  No babies, no boys, no big
people
except God and Jesus.  And the Other One.  That's why They call it
Heaven."

"Oh, there's Jesus over there, see Him, with the other angel?  Let's
sneak
up and watch them from behind that cloud bank."

"It's a cross?  We call it something else up here.  He brought the idea
back with Him when He came back from Earth.  He said something like 'You
want to go back to Earth?  Let Me show you what's it's like down there!'
That was right after He came back that the 'cross' thing started up
here."

"Oh, sure.  Hee hee.  I've been here a long time, like I said."

"Of course I've been on it.  Just like He's doing with her right now. 
And
I'm sure it'll be your turn before long."

"Oh don't worry, your hands and feet go back to normal before the next
time.
See?  You don't see any marks on my hands and feet do you?  They're
perfect
just like they were when I came here, just like yours."

"Oh, I don't know.  Like I said, you lose track of time here."

"Twenty!??  Hahahahah aha ha!  Hee hee.  Twenty!?  Twenty hundred zillion
times is closer.  Well, maybe only a million."

"Are you a dummy or what?  Of course He isn't going to let her keep her
robe.  That's the whole point.  Watch what He does next!  Hee hee, that's
the 'rise' I told you about before."

"So you never knew what your name really meant, did you, Christa Rose?"

"Hee hee.  He said stabbing in the side wasn't nearly as much fun, that's
why He stabs in the front instead.  And lower down."

"Usually He uses that spear handle.  It's a soov.. uh, hee hee, I don't
know the word.  Sometimes He uses other things, sometimes just Himself."

"Of course she's crying, you dummy.  It hurts like, uh, you know."

"Don't look now, but I think there's Somebody behind us.  And that's the
place He really likes to be."

"Wow, He found you already!  And you've only been here a little while! 
He
sure is quick.  No, don't try to hold it down, that won't do you any
good.
See?  He's a lot stronger than you think.  Come on, don't be a bawlbaby,
just be glad it's a cloud, not a hard rock floor, like on Earth, that way
your face doesn't hurt too.  Hang on, He'll be done pretty soon and
you'll
be back to normal again before the next time.  Gee, He sure is taking His
time with you, I guess because it's your first time.  Just be glad this
is
Heaven.  They don't have clouds in Hell.  There, He's finished, now He'll
go away."

"Hey!  No!  Not me, not now, I'm busmph aghh unh owww oh stop no! Oww oh
mpmmf! Ahhn unh unhhh!  Awwwwooowww mmmwmmaammmaaaaa!  Aaawwwiiiee!  Oh!
Ohhh!  Oh please stop pleaaaaase!  Uhhh unhhh hunh oaawiiee!  Oh no, no,
NO!
Please don't turn me over, no, don't oomf oawaawwwiie!  Unnngg!  Mmmgmff!
Mmmnaaaiiee!  Oh mommmmiie!  Umh unmh uoonh.  Uoannm."

"I'm fine, I guess.  No, of course you didn't see Him!  He's a Spirit,
you
dummy!  But you sure felt Him, didn't you?  I really wish He wouldn't
stuff
the hem of my robe in my mouth, it gets it all wet and wrinkled."

"Of course, it'll dry out and smooth out before the next time.  See? 
Yours
is almost dry already.  And your bummy will be back to normal too. 
That's
why They call it Heaven."

"Why do WE call it Heaven?  Because They do, I guess."

"Guess what, Christa?  Jesus is done with the other angel, and He's
coming
our way.  And I don't think He's looking at me, either."

"Hee hee.  I'd tell you to act your age, but that's exactly what you're
doing already.  That's why They call this Heaven.  Hee hee.  I'm leaving
now.  I don't want to be the one after you.  Have a nice time, Christa!"

Hee hee.  They always try to outrun Him the first time.  Look at her
silly
wings fluttering, like a trapped butterfly.  Hee hee.  I wish mine
worked.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
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