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Sexual Material, 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 and didn't see each other
again. Please don't try to find me. I've decided to elope with a 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 YESTERDAY I HAD TO DRINK ALL OF A MANS AND THEN PUT HIS
SHIT IN MY
THEY MAKE ME SAY IM A 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 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 would walk from the limo to the door,
where he would be greated by what appeared to be an amazon in SWAT
fatigues. Each would leave the house two hours later, jump back in the
limo and leave. During the week no visited twice, and only one was not
in a limo.
The man, six foot and three inches high, 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 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 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
in exchange for a promotion. is also letting boss fuck his daughter.
He has not fucked his 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 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 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 in #3a
as his girlfriend. Distraught by seeing a 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 was huddled in a ball.
"Excuse me?" I ventured.
The 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 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 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 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 LEADER
Fuck, it's obvious some bad shit is going down. Can we attack now?
MEMO TO 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 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 LEADER FROM GREEN LEADER What if we let team 3654 handle it?
That's Purple Leader.
MEMO TO GREEN LEADER FROM 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 shoots 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
lady. We're the part of the IYA that gains 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 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 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!
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