Message-ID: <37413asstr$1027012204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Alexi 92" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 18 Jul 2002 12:04:01.0924 (UTC) FILETIME=[34968C40:01C22E53] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 12:04:01 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Real Stories of the IYA Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 13:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates 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. --------------------------- 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 _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+