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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?



Tales of the In Your Ass Society
by Alexi92



Entry 785

	"It is simply unacceptable."

	At the age of thirty Jeannette C. Apple had thrown her hat 
into the world of politics by trying to become a member of the 
city council. Unencumbered by a spouse or children she was fast 
becoming the leading candidate for the position. The speech she 
was giving was to a small gathering of supporters, contributors, 
inquisitive citizens and a smattering of reporters.

	The race for city council wasn't particularly harsh as the 
campaigns for higher office might be. It included a lot of hard 
work but the mudslinging was kept to a minimum. Jeannette's 
picture in Playboy wasn't even touched on by her opponent, a 
former elementary school teacher. Even if it had been it wouldn't 
have mattered, Elm Creek was a very liberal town and the scandal 
would only have boosted interest in her campaign.

	The picture had appeared two years ago as part of a 
pictorial on performance artists. Hers was a small photo in the 
corner of the page, her then brown hair pulled back as she struck 
a sensual pose while emphasizing her naked breasts.

	Now her lavish head of hair was blonde, a few locks draping 
off her shoulders as her words flowed from her red voluptuous 
lips to denounce the educational values of society. 

	Her suit was a mixture of conservatism and daring. A blue 
and white business dress which cut off a hands length above the 
knee. The jacket wasn't so tight as to be indecent but was far 
from loose. It was obvious each time she took a breath.

	Many an attendee was ignoring her speech to concentrate on 
how her beautiful face changed with each syllable, how her chest 
heaved with each breath, and how her tongue licked her drying 
lips.

	"If we hope to regain our footing and prosperity then we 
must start with those who will lead our future."

	Beside her, seated at a table next to the podium, was Gary, 
her campaign manager. He looked just as a campaign manager 
should, professional in every way. Reaching under the table he 
silently pulled his brief case out and laid it onto the table. 
Various eyes in the audience turned to him while the majority 
stayed on Jeannette, either for her words or for her heaving 
bosom.

	Two snaps quietly echoed in the room as Gary opened the 
latches of his briefcase. Jeannette paused momentarily due to the 
unscheduled interruption but quickly returned to her theories of 
child development. Gary continued with the opening of his 
briefcase, lifting the lid and obscuring his face from the 
audience by rooting through the satchel.

	When Gary again emerged from the depths of his carrying 
case he appeared to be holding something. No one could tell what. 
He stood up and all eyes turned to him. Jeannette had stopped her 
speech, simply staring at her campaign manager.

	Gary took a step. Not to walk off the raised stage but 
towards his candidate. With the audience silent Gary walked 
behind Jeannette and pushed her against the podium. Ignoring her 
voiced protests he pulled her skirt off, letting it fall to a 
pile around her ankles. 

	Jeannette screamed for help, but none came. Her face was 
almost pressed against the microphone so that her cries were 
amplified tenfold. Still no help came as Gary pulled the red 
thong underwear from her full round ass. Tugging it down so that 
it was no longer obscuring any of her holes, Gary allowed the 
lacy red thing to hang between her thighs.

	Using one hand to pull the candidate's butt cheeks apart, 
Gary let his other hand raise into the air revealing the 
screwdriver it held, handle down. With a quick downward thrust 
the screwdriver was propelled into Jeannette's asshole. 

	Her scream, louder due to the sound system, was deafening. 
Gary jostled the metal part of the screwdriver around trying to 
further imbed the handle into the tight ass. Once the entire 
handle was no longer visible Gary gave Jeannette's ass a playful 
slap and walked away leaving the woman leaning against the podium 
crying.

	The audience stared at the broken woman with her panties 
around her legs, unable to hear through the ringing in their ears 
Gary's departing words. 

	"I do this task in your ass."

Entry 1038

	ZZZZZT....

	"Oh god help! Anyone who can hear this help us please! This 
is Marilyn Castle warden of Sternfate Correctional Facility. God, 
please help us! There's been a prison break, there's a riot. Oh 
god, you have to help us!"

	ZZT....

	"Sternfate, this is Captain Black. We're on our way to 
help. What the hell happened?"

	"Captain please, the prisoners have got all the guards. 
I've holed myself in my office but I don't know how long that 
will hold. You've got to hurry!"

	"Damn it Castle we're going as fast as we can. I need to 
know as much as I can before my men get there. Now tell me what 
the hell happened?"

	"I don't know, it all happened so fast. Shit! It had to be 
Kowalski. She's new."

	"She, goddamnit, how many women work at that damn prison?"

	"Including me? Three."

	"Shit!"

	"I don't know, it just happened."

	"Do you think they've been raped?"

	"I don't know. No. I don't think so."

	"That is a men's correction facility isn't it."

	"The section that broke out only holds IYA members."

	"..."

	"Captain?! Captain?! Are you there?! Anyone?! Help, we need 
help!"

	"I'm here! I'm here! Damn it. So they've just had their 
assholes violated with inanimate objects?"

	"Yes, I think so."

	"Damn. So they're the only ones that are rioting?

	"Yes!"

	"Now tell me exactly what happened?"

	"I can hear them! They're getting closer!"

	"Marilyn! Marilyn I need your help! You have to tell me 
exactly what happened!"

	"I don't know."

	"Think Marilyn. Think!"

	"Kowalski. She's new, she broke up a fight between to of 
the IYA members. The others just swarmed on her. At least twenty 
of them. Oh god."

	"What happened? They took the keys?"

	"N-no. They just held her down and pulled off her clothes. 
God, every time someone went to help her others would swarm them. 
They had at least three guards incapacitated by the time Kowalski 
was naked. Th-then they turned her over and shoved her own baton 
up her ass. By the time more guards showed up they were all 
chanting."

	"Chanting what?"

	"That thing! That thing the IYA always shouts."

	"I do this task...?"

	"Yes! Yes that! Oh god. They kept chanting that. They 
actually lifted Kowalski over their heads like a trophy."

	"Shit."
	
	"She was screaming! She kept screaming. I think some of the 
rioters were groping her because they held her so her ass was 
shoved in the air. She must have had to look down at them. Oh 
god, they're going to do that to me. You've got to help me! Get 
me out of here! They're going to get me and put it up my ass. 
They're going to grope me and rape me and..." 

	"No they aren't Marilyn. We'll be there before that 
happens."

	"You won't get here in time! They got Linda too! She tried 
to get Kowalski. She tried but they just grabbed her pants and 
tore them to shreds!"

	"They didn't take off all her clothes like Kowalski?"

	"No."

	"Good then maybe they're getting tired."

	"But they got Linda. And they'll come for me! Linda pulled 
away but they had torn away her pants. She stood in front of them 
wearing the guard uniform, except instead of pants she was in 
white panties, her legs bare as Kowalski. She tried to run then 
but it was too late. They pulled her down. They tore away her 
panties. They shoved her baton up her ass too! And they kept 
chanting! Oh god! No! No!"

	"What?!"

	"They're here! I can see them through the window! They're 
carrying Linda just like Kowalski! I can hear the chant!"

	"We're on our way! Try to keep them out!"

	"They don't have anymore batons! They've got a chair! 
They're going to shove a chair up my ass! Help! Where are you?! 
Why aren't you helping?!"

	"You have to stay calm Marilyn! Stall the until we get..."

	"Help me! Help me!"

	CRASH

	"Marilyn?! Marilyn?! Are you there?! Damn it, hurry up and 
drive!"

	"We do this task in your ass. We do this task in your ass."

	"No! Stop! We can talk about this! Please! I'll do 
anything!" 

	"We do this task in your ass. We do this task in your ass."

	"Stop! No! Put down the chair! Help! Help!"

Entry 67

	Photo #1: The setting looks South American. It's hard to 
tell. The picture is set in the jungle. The jungle or the forest. 
There are a lot of trees. There is a bird flying in the distance 
so it is too hard to determine the species. More than likely this 
is a test shot, to make sure the film was loaded in the camera.

	Photo #2: A shot taken from a long distance away. The 
subject in question seems to be a camp of some sort. A few jeeps 
are visible, as are men with guns. This is probably not a forest. 
It looks like a guerilla camp out of a movie.

	Photo #3: The shot is a close up of the guerilla camp. A 
bearded man with no shirt is talking to a man in a makeshift 
uniform. They are in a heated debate of some sort. The man with 
no shirt seems dominant, possibly in charge. Both men look like 
they belong in a South American setting.

	Photo #4: Another shot of the two men. They are saluting 
another older man wearing a professional looking uniform. It is 
cleaner than the shirted saluting man is wearing. This third man 
is probably the leader then. 

	Photo #5: A different shot, it looks like an Asian man. 
What is an Asian man doing in South America? The background looks 
different as well, it's similar to the scenery in the first 
photo. As if the photographer turned around to take this picture, 
her attention pulled away from the guerilla camp.

	Photo #6: The Asian man has a determined look on his face 
and is reaching towards the camera. 

	Photo #7: The picture of the ground.

	Photo #8: A picture of a white woman, dirty and unkempt, as 
if she has spent the last few days in the jungle. It is photo-
journalist Sheryl Shoad. She looks frightened. That she is not 
holing a camera suggests that the Asian man took it from her and 
is taking this picture. 

	Photo #9: A gun is pointing at Sheryl, held from behind the 
camera. Obviously the Asian man is pointing it at her. Sheryl 
looks more frightened than she did in the last photo.

	Photo #10: Sheryl is still frightened. She also looks a 
little angry. The gun is still trained at her but she has her 
hands at the waist of her pants.

	Photo #11: Sheryl, with that weird hate/fear expression, 
has unbuttoned her pants. They are pulled off slightly so that we 
can see the top of her underwear.

	Photo #12: Sheryl is slightly bent over. Her pants are 
pulled down to her knees. It is possible to see underwear, 
sensible white panties.

	Photo #13: Sheryl's pants are around her ankles. Her 
fingers are gripped underneath the elastic of her underwear. The 
gun is still trained on her. She is blushing but still angry. The 
fear is only evident in her eyes.

	Photo #14: Sheryl's underwear is pulled off. The color of 
her pubic hair suggests that Sheryl is not a natural blonde. The 
underwear now lies around her ankles with her pants.

	Photo #15: Sheryl has turned around. Only her back is 
visible. Her arms are raised in the air. She has a small tattoo 
on her left buttock. It appears to be a heart with some writing.

	Photo #16: Sheryl has bent over. Her hands are pulling 
apart her buttocks revealing the entrance to her anal canal 
(asshole to the layman). Also visible is her vagina. The gun is 
slightly lowered.

	Photo #17: The image of Sheryl's bent over body is closer. 
The area covered by the photo suggests that this is because of 
the physical movement of the photographer towards Sheryl.

	Photo # 18: Sheryl's lower region is once again lager in 
the photo. The tattoo on her buttock is indeed a heart, with the 
name "Brian" etched onto it. 

	Photo #19: This photo is an extreme close up of Sheryl's 
opening to the anal canal and vagina. They are the only parts of 
the image which are discernable. They also cover eighty percent 
of the image.

	Photo #20: Sheryl's vagina is no longer visible. Only the 
entry to the anal canal. It looks very large.

	Photo #21: The image is blurry but it looks like the camera 
is only centimeters away from a hole.

	Photo #22: Complete darkness.

	Photo #23: Complete darkness.

	Photo #24: This photo seems to have been taken some time 
later. In it Sheryl is surrounded by various guerrillas, 
including two from earlier photos in this series. She is 
completely naked and being held up by two of the men. A makeshift 
sign is hanging from around her neck with crudely written scrawl 
which roughly translates to "whore of the revolutionaries". She 
does not look happy.

END


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