Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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? The In Your Ass Secret Society part 3 The Raid LOG # 58744 LOCATION: BEVERLY HILLS TYPE: ENSLAVEMENT-WHOREHOUSE TEAM: 3654 The following materials corresponds to the IYA Raid made upon 4*25*00. COPIES OF THE TWO LETTERS SENT TO LOUIS ALDERMAN FROM JEANINE ASHERTON 1st letter: dated 2/03/00 Dear Louis, Let me start off by saying I never want to see you again. It's nothing that you did personally, but I think we've just grown apart in the last year. It would be best if we made a clean split and didn't see each other again. Please don't try to find me. I've decided to elope with a man I've been seeing the last few months. He's able to provide me with everything you can't. (And I mean EVERYTHING.) You can keep all of my stuff. Sorry, Jeanine. 2nd letter: no date, recieved 2/16/00 HELP ME LOUIS I DIDNT ELOPE I WAS KIDNAPPED THEYRE MAKING ME DO HORRIBLE THINGS I AM RAPED ALL THE TIME BUT I HAVE TO PRETEND I LIKE IT AND I HAVE TO DO SICK THINGS WITH MEN YESTERDAY I HAD TO DRINK ALL OF A MANS PEE AND THEN PUT HIS SHIT IN MY CUNT THEY MAKE ME SAY IM A CUNT AND A WHORE AND A SLUT UNTIL I BELIEVE IT BUT THEN I THINK OF YOU AND I WANT TO GO HOME AND THEN THEY HIT ME UTNIL I SAY IM A WHORE AGAIN AND BEG THEM TO FUCK ME I LOVE YOU PLEASE FUCK SAVE CUM IN HELP ME LOVE WHORE JEANIE ANALYSIS OF THE BROTHEL BY AGENT #35881 From outside the brothel looks like a private bel-air estate. The lawn and outside grounds are immaculate. This is because no one ever steps foot outside the house. No one. A gardner comes by twice a week and is paid through a law firm in Downtown LA. During the week that I staked out the brothel twenty to thirty limos entered the grounds through the main gate per day. The limo would drive up to the front door, a well dressed man would walk from the limo to the door, where he would be greated by what appeared to be an amazon in SWAT fatigues. Each man would leave the house two hours later, jump back in the limo and leave. During the week no man visited twice, and only one was not in a limo. The man, six foot and three inches high, blonde hair, and driving a Volvo, liscense plate: Y7366S2, entered the premises, was stopped at the door. One of the amazons pulled a gun from her hip holster and aimed it at him until he gave her a card from his pocket, whereupon she put the gun down and allowed him to enter. He came out half an hour later, very pleased with himself. His shirt was on backwards. Aside from the Amazons there was no sign of anyone else living in the house, although judging by its size, I would venture that twenty or so people could live within it comfortably. It is possible that multiple wives/girlfriends/women are being held within the brothel. The amazons, appear to be the guards and are well armed. The men appear to be the clients. I recommend sending someone inside to do recon. To do this we should interogate the driver of the Volvo as no limo had a liscense plate. The Volvo driver would be the easiest to locate. REPORT FROM AGENT #2355 TO BLUE LEADER CC:GREEN LEADER I have "befriended" client from agent 35881's report. He claimed to have learned of the brothel from his boss, who he is letting fuck his wife in exchange for a promotion. Man is also letting boss fuck his daughter. He has not fucked his wife in two years and boss gave him address. The card was a referal card, which is the only way a non-member can enter the brothel to fuck one of the girls. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM BLUE LEADER Does this idiot sound like the kind of guy who thinks he can have the same relationship with his wife as before even though she fucks around on him? MEMO TO BLUE LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER Yes. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM BLUE LEADER Shit. Recommendations? MEMO TO BLUE LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER Send attack team #46775 to capture family and boss mentioned. Find references to brothel in boss's belongings. He probably keeps "Records" of his conquests. Also, see if any permanant damage has been done to children, brainwash if has. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM BLUE LEADER Suggest smack upside to head to previously mentioned husband, follow up with session with Miss. G. MEMO TO BLUE LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER Agreed. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM BLUE LEADER Did you catch that PBS documentary on terrorist organizations last week? It mentioned the IYA but didn't even theorize our true cause. MEMO TO BLUE LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER Yes. Why are we discussing this on memos? MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM BLUE LEADER My telephone/fax machine is broken. RESULTS OF RAID ON THE HOME OF MR. LIONEL DIBIASE Lionel Dibiase was knocked unconcious. He is currently in a coma, doctors predict a slow recovery. The following relevant materials were found: Palm Pilot electronic orgainzer, safe containg pictures and video tapes, 3 dildos various sizes, ball gag, penis gag, 7 sets of bondage cuffs, 2 slave collars, 3 issues of Penthouse, 4 pairs of used panties, 7 bras of various sizes, 2 pairs of torn or ripped panties, wedding ring, 2 referal cards for Madame Folari's Brothel, another wedding ring, french maid's uniform, 200 feet of rope, 3 padlocks, woman's chastity belt, and a reciept from Mel's house of tattoos and piercings. All pictures were of various women in bondage, submissive poses, or sexual acts. Louis Alderman was able to recognize the girl in picture #3a as his girlfriend. Distraught by seeing a picture of his girlfriend with a tattoo on her cheek saying "Cock Goes Here" pointing to her mouth, Louis hit Mr. Dibiase with the butt of his rifle. Following pictures of Alderman's girlfriend sucking on dicks while crying enraged Alderman and resulted in the aforementioned coma. We were unable to gain any information from Mr. Dibiase before that. The phone rang at 1730. Agent #4552 answered it, claiming to be Mr. Dibiase's new "assistant". The phoning party was from Folari's Brothel calling to confirm Mr. Dibiase's Thursday appointment. Agent #4552 was able to schedule a replacement, to be accompanied by one of Mr. Dibiase's referal cards, to take his place. During this ruse Agent #4552 found it was nescescary to pretend Mr. Dibiase was fucking her in the ass. Her acting caused two agents to gain errections, whereupon Agent #4552 told them to get laid. Agent #62339 called Agent #4552 a "fucking dyke tease" and attempted to rape her. Agent #62339 was subdued and placed under arrest. INFILTRATION REPORT BY AGENT #44444 Upon entering gate noticed that there were no other limos in the driveway. Use of the X-ray goggles confirmed that there were no levels of testosterone that matched the levels of men. Only women were at the brothel. I got out of the limo and rang the doorbell. After a minute the door opened quickly and one of the amazon guards had a gun pointed at my head. I was tempted to break her arm but controlled myself. "What do you want?" she asked. I pretended to be afraid. "M-mr. Dibiase told me to come here." "For what?" "He said to make up for fucking my wife I should come here." "Did he give you anything?" "H-he gave me a card." "Let's see it." She didn't take the gun away from my head as I pulled the referal card out of my pocket. She snatched it out of my hand and examined it closely. From the way her eyes moved I assume she was looking for a watermark and two hidden pictures or signs. When she found them she put away her gun and allowed me to enter. Inside things looked like something out of Gone With the Wind, you know how everyone expects Southern Whorehouses to look like. Lot's of satin and lace, lot's of fluffy velvet furniture, lot's of perfumey shit. Very few women. (See enclosed diagram of house interior.) In fact, aside from two amazon guards there was only one woman in the room. In her early forties, black hair that went a little beyond her shoulders, she was dressed in a dark red buisness dress. She was the first to speak. "Hello Mr..." "Timmons," I offered. "Mr. Timmons. I understand you are a guest of Mr. Dibiase. Well I assume that means he's fucking your wife." "Yes." "Well never you mind that. We're here to fulfil your dreams. I assume Mr. Dibiase informed you about the nature of my establishment." "He said it was a whore house." She laughed. "That and so much more. My girls will do anything you want, anything that doesn't end up with them dead or missing a body part." "Anything?" "Anything." "Would they be willing to lick my cum off the floor?" "Mr. Timmons, that is tame compared to what they are willing to do." "But why are they so perverted?" "They like it Mr. Timmons. My girls have sick minds. I offer them a home where they can partake in the deranged fantasies that they have harbored for so long. They come to be wanting to be whores, slaves to cock, able to take on millions of strange cocks and not be persecuted for it. I let them focus that desire. So what kind of woman do you want?" "What?" "Blonde, brunette, redhead, asian, latino, black?" "Oh, um, blonde I guess." "Good choice. Take Mr. Timmons to room 18." I was escorted up the stairs to room 18 by one of the two guards. The door was unlocked by the guard. She kept the keys attached to her belt. The door was opened. "Knock on the door when you're ready to leave," the guard said. Then she locked the door behind me. The room was small, barely bigger than a prison cell and just as well decorated. In the corner a small blonde girl was huddled in a ball. "Excuse me?" I ventured. The girl suddenly came to life. She scrambled to stand up. "Hello there. I see the Mistress has sent me a new customer," she said in an incredibly seductive voice. "What's going on," I asked feigning shock. "This room is tiny!" "Don't worry about that honey," she breathed lustily. "When I get done with you you won't remember the zipcode." "No, I mean Mr. Dibiase told me the rooms were plusher." "That's for regulars hon. For referals like you it's second class accomodations. But don't worry, I'm a first class slut. I can't wait to feel your cock in me. Are you ready to fill me with your cum?" I was, but I remembered that she was probably someone's wife. She looked young, but you never knew. My wife was twenty when she got kidnapped. "Er, not right away. I want to know a little about you first. Like, what's your name?" She looked at me funny. As if I was one of those... "Kylie." "Kylie, that's a nice name." "Um, thanks." "How'd you come to be here?" "I..." She was trembling. "What does your family think about this?" "..." "She was kidnapped 'Mr. Tilson'." "That's Timmons." Damn. The guard from the door was behind me. "So what are you Timmons, FBI? LAPD?" "Disgruntled husband." "Ah. Yes. Well I don't think you'll ever see your wife again. She's a whore now, you might as well accept it. But to show you we're not all bad, we'll leave you here with Kylie. She never really adapted to the training. You can fuck her or do whatever. Neither of you will ever leave this room again." And the door shut behind me again. So I'm sending this, along with the schematics of the house I was able to see. Also, the computer the madame uses is hooked up to a network so I'm also sending various files from her computer, which you should be able to use to decipher the rest of the house's layout. And tell the attack team that I'm in room #18 so don't shoot at me. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM RED LEADER Fuck, it's obvious some bad shit is going down. Can we attack now? MEMO TO RED LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER Schedule attack for Tuesday. Will have reports on area and defenses by Friday. Plan of attack to be delivered on Sunday. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM RED LEADER Can we do it Thursday? My kid has little league on Saturday so it'll take my team a while to learn the plans. MEMO TO RED LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER What if we let team 3654 handle it? That's Purple Leader. MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM RED LEADER Yeah, okay, that'll work. FROM THE JOURNAL OF MYRON BRAINRIDGE "Has everyone read the plans?" Everyone nodded. Our captain was holding onto the guard rail as the modified limo weaved through traffic on the freeway. The driver was an ex-race car driver whose black wife had been kidnapped by the local Klan when she attended a race in Georgia. The IYA burned the entire town to the ground. The team I was placed on was #3654. You may wonder why there were over four thousand attack teams, but the obvious answer is quantity. Over ten years the IYA had grown by leaps and bounds. Tens of thousands of wives cheating on their husbands (or wives in some cases) created a lot of angry husbands, and once an organization came into being that could offer vengance, well... Since this results in a large number of members that are often at odds due to uncommon backgrounds and motivations the IYA heads expects that the IYA will split some time in the next ten years into various splinter groups. Until then members are recruited, trained, and then sent out on missions. There are really only two missions. One is the well publicized one. That's where a member goes out and shoves something in a woman's ass, usually in a public place. That is the side everyone knows about, that's why the IYA is known as a group of anal terrorists. Of course that's all tied into the secret purpose as well, all the victims of the anal rape have cheated on their significant other. A few of them are even the wives of IYA members. (That's how we learned about that one mayor in Rhode Island. If I remember right, she got a stethascope shoved into her ass while she was dedicating a new hospital.) The other type of mission is the raid. Which is what we were doing in the limo. It was headed to a brothel hidden in Beverly Hills. The IYA had been informed about it by a recruit two months ago. His girlfriend had been snatched while walking home from work. A week later he recieved a note from her saying she never wanted to see him again. The following week another letter was delivered begging for help. She had been kidnapped and forced to work in a brothel that catered to wealthy buisness men with disturbing fetishes they wanted to keep secret. She was never let out of the brothel and was under constant surveilance. Somehow she got a letter out. It had taken time to find the place, infiltrate it, and plan a workable strategey that wouldn't alert the authorities. When all that had been finished my team was called in to help. REPORT ON RAID OF 4*25*00 Agent Archan knocked on the door. When the guard opened the door Agent Archan disarmed her and pulled her out of the doorway. The guard was then pushed to the ground where Agent Archan placed a gun to her head, ending the guard's struggling. The rest of the team stormed through the door. Agent Buchanon placed a pistol against the side of the Madame's head and she surrendered instantly. A second guard rushed into the front room to determine the cause of the panic. She would not put her gun down and was shot twice, once in the arm, and another in the shoulder. Procedure was followed as the rest of the team, excluding Archan and Buchanon, went to every door in the house in teams of three and escorted the occupants to the main room at gunpoint. Five other guards were found. One fired at agent's Sandavall, Schiveli, and Locke and was killed when the agents returned fire. The other guards surrendered without incident when faced with the superior fire power of the agents. Twenty different "whores" were found in locked rooms. Each was in a various state of undress, although most were naked. Two had to be removed from bondage, one from a harness that suspended her off the ground and the other from an intricate series of knots. They did not resist when ordered into the front room. While they seemed confused they followed orders seemingly on instinct. Agent Simmons was found in room #18 making love to one of the "whores". He asked for some privacy and was granted it. He emerged fully clothed, followed by the "whore". She did not seem willing to leave him and often hid closely behind him, despite being given his jacket to cover her nakedness. In the search of the house that followed the raid documents and correspondences regarding customer, suppliers, and finances were found. The documents have been forwarded to the appropriate departments. JOURNAL OF LOUIS ALDERMAN As Thomas, Jake, and I escorted the last of the kidnap victims to the front room we passed three agents standing outside room eighteen. They were listening to a man and woman squealing in pleasure. At first I thought they had caught a customer but once the noises stopped agent Simmons walked out holding the hand of one of the victims. At the time I thought Agent Simmons took advantage of the situation, but I have since learned that the woman, named Kaylie or something like that, has moved into Agent Simmon's quarters. In the front room the other agents were intermixed with the rescued victims, who had all been given clothing, old orange prison jumpsuits, to wear and guards. There were six guards, including the one agent Archan had subdued at the door. Each guard had a bevy of agents surrounding her and the madame was similarly held. The captain was trying to make sure everyone was accounted for. I looked around the room trying to find Jean. I was a little excited so it was hard concentrating on faces long enough to tell one from another. I finally spotted her on the other side of the room. I made my way around the crowd until I was right behind her. She seemed to be looking from agent to agent, a starving look in her eyes. I wasn't really looking forward to finding out what kind of conditioning the madame had placed into her, but I would be there for her. Especially during the deprogramming. I tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped. Literally jumped about a half foot. She turned, utter terror showing on her face. Then her face broke out into a big smile and she started crying. She leapt at me and embraced me with almost crushing force. It was like she was holding on to me for dear life. "Louie?!" she exclaimed "Yeah Hon. It's me," I said, holding back my own tears. "Oh Louie, thank god. I thought I'd never see you again!" she shouted. "I'm sorry it took me so long," I apologized. "It's okay. I'm just so happy to see you," she said. Her head burried itself in my chest for a second and she continued to cry. I thought things were going to be all better when she said, " I can't wait until your big cock shoots cum in my whore cunt." "Alderman!" the captain shouted. "Take your girlfriend out into the bus. Buchanon, Schiveli, Locke, take the rest of the victims. Ladies, we're just going to escort you back to our headquarters before we contact your loved ones and return you home." I untangled Jeanie's arms from my body and picked her up. The crotch of her jumpsuit was completely soaked. We were definately spending some time in the deprogramming department. FROM THE JOURNAL OF MYRON BRAINRIDGE Once all the whores were escorted out to the bus, the captain turned to the madame. "Ma'am, you're under arrest." The madame laughed. "I don't think so. My lawyers will have me out on a technicality. As for you, have you ever heard of police brutality." "Yes I have," the captain said. "And if we were police officers I would be afraid." "FBI, right? I knew that guy was FBI." "No," said the captain. "IYA." The guards stiffened. "You're not going to shove something up our asses are you," one of them ventured. The captain turned. "That depends one what you did to Alderman's young lady. We're the part of the IYA that gains revenge for it's members." The madame snorted. "We have given her the sexual pleasure he never could." The captain shook his head. "The IYA happens to believe that marriage is founded on things more profound than sex. You know money, love, that kind of thing." "Ha," laughed one of the bodyguards. She looked more hardened than the other's. "You mean that the IYA is just a bunch of new age sensitive guys?" The shotgun of agent Sandavall fired and the bodyguard's brains splattered against the wall behind her. "She's right," said the agent, "that gave me a warm fuzzy feeling." The remaining two bodyguards were visibly shaken. So were some of the agents. "Sandavall!" the captain hollered. "Who the hell gave you permision to fire on an unarmed prisoner?" "She was mocking us," Sandavall protested. "So you're so insecure that you killed her? Until further notice you are hereby suspended from active duty." "What?!" "You heard me! Hand your guns over to Agent Buchanon." Sandavall did so, reluctantly. The rest of the mission went off without incident. The clean up team arrived to take care of the bodies and the van came to escort the remaining guards and the madame to the Dark Complex, where they would be brainwashed and used to help in Alderman's girlfriend's deprogramming, and then distributed amongst the complex as sex toys or something. After the mission was over and I got back to my quarters I learned that my case was slated for action. TO BE CONCLUDED....... AUTHOR'S NOTES: A strange thing happened while I was writing part three of this story. I had Red leader plan the raid for Tuesday. I had forgotten that I had already, at the very start, stated that the raid took place on April 25, 2000. As it turns out April 25, 2000 was a Tuesday. Now maybe my subconcious remembered all that, or maybe I was just fated to get it right, or maybe it was dumb luck. Part Four, the conclusion of this story, will take a while as I'd like to finish Part one of Wolf's Bane, the last Clara and Peter story, before I finish this story. After I finish Wolf's Bane I'll start on a couple of other IYA stories I've got planned, as well as some of the more popular anal rape scenarios the IYA is associated with. I'm still not doing any proofreading, and I'm loving it! feedback is appreciated. Send comments to... aaalexi92@yahoo.com Most of my stories are archived at /~alexi92