The I.R.S. Audit 
by Weakling Male


  As everyone knows, each year income taxes must be filed and paid, if
and when the government requires it.  I always figure out my own taxes,
filling out the forms, etc. and usually get a refund each year.  Some of
the lines on the forms are related to itemizing your deductions, so you
can maximize your return.  I really like to utilize the area of
deductions, for expenses when part of your home is for business.  For
example, you can count the expenses of equipment, electricity, supplies,
office furniture, computer related items, technical books, magazines,
etc.  Its a very good way to regain some of the money you've spent
during the year.  Based on the tax charts, then you'll get about a third
of your costs back.  I'm happy for that.
  This year, I did the tax forms as I always do, but then, about a week
later I received a letter from the I.R.S. stating that I was to be
audited.  I got kind of nervous and read on. (Sometimes audits are just
at random, everyone gets at least one, sometime in their life).  The
next sentences said, We would like to make arrangements to meet with you
at your home within the next two weeks.  Please have all of your
information available and contact us as to when a good time to meet with
you would be.  We will especially want to see the items that you have
listed as home business expense deductions.  Thank you.  Sincerely,
Auditor Division, I.R.S.
  Oh dear, it's not just a random audit.  They're actually going to
question exact things, targeting my expense deductions.  I have quite a
bit in that category.  It had never brought up a red flag to the I.R.S.
any other years.  I guess I'll just have to play it by ear when they are
here.  So I wrote a letter back to them, saying when it would be a good
date for them to come.  I made it in the time frame that they said it
should be within.  You don't want to be too bold with the I.R.S. and
make them wait until a much later date.
  About three days after I mailed the letter to them, I received a
message on my answering machine that said they agreed with the date and
time to meet me at my house.  It is going to be on the day after
tomorrow.  My throat gulps in another moment of nervousness and anxiety.
It's really going to happen.  They're coming here!  Oh no!  I panic and
wonder and worry about what I'll say and what I'll do, and what to wear,
and I have to get the house all nice and clean, to impress them.  Yes, a
good first impression should help me.  So, I proceed to make my plans
for their visit, and I begin to clean up all around.  Then I start going
through my paperwork and get to the home business deductions area.  I
better check my addition and subtraction first.  It takes quite awhile.
Its getting rather late at night, so I think I better get some rest and
do more work on it tomorrow night.
  The next day I go to work as usual and work on a lot of good projects,
having a pretty good day.  Near the end of the day, I start thinking
about my taxes again, and figure that I better get home at a good hour,
so I have enough time to finish what I have to line up yet for the
I.R.S. appointment the next day.
  When I get home, I dug right into that paperwork of taxes and found
every little thing that I thought I'll need to show them.  Nothing that
I added up seemed to have any mistakes.  I felt pretty confident that I
was ready for this audit.  I ate some supper, cleaned up a little more,
got ready for bed, went to sleep calmly, and got my eight hours of good
rest.
  The next morning I arose and felt really good.  I ate breakfast,
showered and shaved, dressed nicely, and waited for my appointment.
  In a few minutes I heard the clomp of footsteps walking up my front
porch stairs.  Then the doorbell rang.  My hands were moist with
nervousness and my stomach stirred.  I went to the front door, unlocked
the inside latch and opened it.  Hello, I said.  It was a very pretty,
tall, and well dressed, business-like woman with intelligent looking
glasses and a firm look upon her.  Good morning, sir.  I am from the
I.R.S. Auditor's Office.  Are you the man on this list? she says.  She
hands me her clipboard and I acknowledge that this is the correct
address and that I am the man she is looking for.  She says, Good.  Then
lets get started.  May I come in?  And she steps into my house, as if I
cannot refuse.  As she steps up into my house she breezes by me and
heads straight to my dining room table.  She's looks to be a couple
inches taller than me.  She's wearing high heels, which make her seem
even taller.  She says in a polite, matter-of-fact tone, Is this
alright?  We will meet at that dining room table?.  I said, Sure, no
problem.  And she continues to walk to it.  After several steps I notice
her legs, especially her calves just below the hemline of her business
skirt.  They're very ample and have a definite and defined flex to them,
bulging very wide and shapely, and FIRM looking.  To tell you the truth,
her hips are also very well filled out in her skirt.  She is a very
alluring women.  Her intelligent and sexy demeanour appears to move and
take command.  She's actually a pretty big lady.  I better not mess with
her.  I decide that I'll listen and try to keep her happy.  She's with
the I.R.S., and I know you don't want to piss off anyone that works for
them.  They're very serious about what they do.
  We get to the dining room and sit at the table across from each other.
She politely says to me, I like your home.  Thanks, I reply.  Now, let's
get right down to business, shall we? she says.  As you know from our
letter, we have made the decision to audit you this year.  According to
our records, you have never been audited before.  Is that correct?  I
answer, Yes.  She goes on, We have noticed that you take quite high
amounts of deductions for expenses of business in your home.  I'll want
you to show me your office in a few minutes.  Many of the deductions are
charted very well on the forms that you filed to us.  One of the lines
does not spell out very well, what items fall within it.  This is where
we typically find the most discrepancies.  Therefore, all I need you to
do for me today, is to pull out the items that you have counted in your
deductions with the newspaper and magazine subscriptions category.  I
thought, Oh good, I know I checked my adding of that category and it
came out fine last night.  I feel a sense of relief.  
  She says, So lets go and see your office and you can show me what
newspapers, magazines, etc. you have listed as deductions.  We get up
from the table and I lead her to the office.  As we walk, she comments
again on how she likes my house.  You have good taste, she says.
Thanks.  Then I give her the courteous hand gesture to enter the room
ahead of me and she walks forward.  I get another quick look at the back
of her calves as she goes in my office.  Her calves are Really nice,
flexing and big.  She must exercise a lot, I think to myself.  I stay at
the doorway, and she says, I love your office.  She sees where I have my
newspapers and magazines stacked, and asks, Is this the group I need to
look through?  Its a real big pile.  I moved in and said, Yes, those are
the ones.  I really have a lot of them.  I wanted to impress her, to
show that the high dollar amount of deductions I took seems more
legitimate.  Its actually been a long time since I even looked through
the pile and I couldn't really remember what all is in the big pile.
There was probably over 10 years of magazines and quite a few
newspapers.  She says, You don't mind if I check through this pile, do
you?  I answer, Of course not, go ahead.  (I know she has the authority
to look through what she wants.)  She goes on, First of all I want to be
sure that the year on these things is of the proper year you filed them
with your tax forms. 
  She starts going through them one by one.  So far, so good.  I
patiently wait and watch.  Of course I look at her nice legs and gaze
more up to her back, shoulders, and arms too.  She is very shapely,
quite awesome looking actually.  I'm actually even kind of turned on by
her looks and movements.  She is working away quite fast, and says,
It's getting warm in here.  I think I'll take off my business jacket.
You don't mind, do you?  Go ahead, I reply. Do whatever you need to do.
She turns her shoulders and looks over her glasses at me with a
knowledgeable and business-like look.  She proceeds to pull her suit
jacket off and sets it over my desk chair.  She has just revealed a pair
of the most sexy and strong looking femuscle arms I have ever seen.  I
look at them in awe.  She continues her hunt into the pile.  She says,
Ah, that's much more comfortable and she stretches her arms up and back
like an athlete getting ready for an event.  Her triceps come back in
bulges of big, hard, raw strength and power.  I gulp at the sheer
amazing size and apparent strength that this woman must have.  I have
now witnessed her immense calves and awesome arms displaying great
musculature.  Now I really know that I better listen and do whatever she
wants..
  She keeps pulling magazine after magazine from the pile and quickly
browses each one.  Suddenly, she turns around with a magazine in her
hand and says, What is this, sir?  It has a date that does not fall
within the tax year you have claimed.  Her bicep bulges out real big as
she holds the magazine wrapped into a rolled up shape and flops it at me
like a disciplining teacher would do.  I said, I don't really know what
it is.  I try to evade the question.  She says, Well, I know what it is,
and you have a number of them like it.  They most Definitely do Not
qualify for a legitimate expense deduction!  She is very stern sounding
with me.  She opens one of the magazines that she's talking about, walks
right up to me with it and says, This is what I'm talking about!  Oh,
shit!  It's one of my female muscle magazines.  I must have forgotten
that some of them were in this pile.  She yells at me, These are not for
your business!  She opens it and looks at the pictures inside, eagerly
turning the pages and going, hmmppffff!!!  You need to explain this,
sir.  I forgot they were here, I'm sorry. Sorry!  You aren't sorry to
the I.R.S.!  You have used a whole bunch of these female muscle
magazines as deductions!  Haven't you?!  I thought it was alright,
because I've deducted these kind of magazines for several years.  I
thought it qualifies for entertainment expenses of having a business.
Sorry, buster!  It doesn't!  She keeps going through the piles.
  She says, Mister, we apparently have something serious that we have to
solve right here and now, today!  Look at this disgusting magazine!  It
is a much more hard core one.  This picture is showing a sexy muscle
women pinning a man in a wrestling hold.  His legs are spread out wide
in a grapevine hold and she has his arms pulled up over his head, with
all her arm and leg muscles flexing hugely.  The man looks like a skinny
wimp under her massive powerfully built body.  The I.R.S. woman turns
the magazine page, And says, Look at this one!  Its of a muscle woman
clenching her male victim around his head, neck, and shoulders under her
big, strong thighs and between her calves in a kneeling position, as she
flexes her solid and huge biceps up in the air, apparently in victory.
  The I.R.S woman says to me, You Obviously have a female muscle fetish.
Then she turns to another page in the magazine.  Its a full color page
of a picture, showing a big, tall, strong, sexy, blond, muscle woman
lifting a naked man over her head.  He is face up and her arms are
outstretched, high into the air.  She has one strong gripping hand
around his skinny neck and one around his penis.  She stands with her
legs in a wide open stance, flexing her quads and calf muscles as she is
on her tip-toes.  It is an awesome display of female dominance over a
man.  The I.R.S. woman says to me, Does this seem like what I thnk it
is?  Do you like powerful, sexy woman to use their muscles on you, like
they are showing in your magazines?
  I think we're going to be able to make some arrangements regarding
your tax payments from here on.  Since you have so many magazines lke
this, that should not have been put on your deductions, you would never
be able to pay off the fines I should impose on you right now!  So
here's the deal I have for you!  I will set this up like a payment
schedule, more so than a fine or penalty.  I have lots of male clients
paying their debts with this method.  I know that you can tell that I am
a very strong looking woman myself.  As she continues to talk about her
plan, she gradually takes off every piece of her outfit, down to her bra
and thong underwear.  She stands in front of me and flexes all of her
muscles, and says, Now get down on your knees, weak man, and bow to the
power of the I.R.S.  I will do things to you that will make you worship
me.  I'll look through your sexy muscle magazines to re-enact the
pictures on You.  You'll be sorry that you tried to cheat on your
deductions.
  She grabs me by my shirt collar and pulls me to her chest and looks me
straight in the eye and says,  I will come here once a month to collect
on you.  I will beat the heck out of you each time.  You must have a
check written to the I.R.S. for $100.00 each time.  I will fill out the
forms so that everything shows up clean and simple, as taxes overdue,
and no penalties or fines, which I could have given you for cheating.  I
think this is very fair, and we'll both benefit greatly.  You get off
much cheaper, you get to feel my sexy muscles to observe your femuscle
fetish, and get to crush you with my muscles.  What fun!
  Then our first payment installment began.  She thrashed me to within
an inch of passing out and literally squeezed the wind and strength out
of me for a couple hours.  Every one of her muscles could knock me out.
Soon she had me stark naked.  I was in pain and completely in muscle
lust.  She had me pawing at her muscles as she flexed them around me,
and I begged her to decide what to do with me.  I kept yelping out every
once in awhile, What are you going to do to me now?  What are you doing
to me!?  
 She would wrap her muscular arms and biceps aroud my throat and neck
and nearly choke me to death and then release just in time.  She would
drag me around my my scrawny neck.  She would abuse me verbally many
different times.  How does it feel to be a weakling male, with a sexy
muscle woman beating you up?! 
  So many holds were put on me, I forgot most of them, but there sure
were lots.  
This is the description of the final hold that made me somewhat forget
about so much of what she did to me that taxing day.  She had easily
wrestled me to the carpet, then got me into a crushing position with my
neck between her 28" huge muscled thighs and squeezed the tears out of
my eyes.  I weakly grabbed at her mighty legs with my hands and felt the
awesome anaconda power in her.  I was choking and gagging, when I felt
her strong hand grab ahold of my erect penis.  Of course, her
muscle-sex-handling had me so excited!  As she would rest and lean onto
her left hand and arm to support herself forward, she would jerk me off
wickedly and so hard, that I thought she would rip it right off!  She
squeezed me and jacked me off so hard, that she made me cum in less than
a minute!  It shot all over as she drained me dry!
  That was my first payment.  Then she unwrapped her powerful squeezing
legs from around me and I just lay there completely spent and drained.
My eyes were cross-eyed and I was so stiff and my cock was a mess.
  She picked me up and dragged me to my desk chair and held me in it so
I wouldn't fall off and said, Get your checkbook out sir, and make it
out for your first $100.00 payment.  I wrote it out slowly, with a foggy
head.  She tears the check out with its serations and smiles.  Thank
you, weakling taxpayer.  The I.R.S. always gets what is owed to them.
  Now, next time you better have that $100.00 payment check written out
before I get here, and have it in a sealed envelope.  I will be here in
one more month.  I will call you the day before, and you better be
ready, or the payment goes up higher.
  Then she gets dressed except for her suit jacket.  She flexes her
awesome, sexy arms in a double bicep flex, and says, Kiss them, Wimp!  I
do what I'm told and I kiss them.  Then she walks my naked body to the
front door, grabbing my cock with her strong left hand and arm.  I
follow like a puppy dog, in love with his master muscle woman.  I hold
onto her flexing left tricep with my left hand and I feel her bulging
right bicep with my right hand.  She has me in her complete power and
submission.  When she gets to the front door, she says goodbye wimp, and
squeezes my cock and balls so hard I drop to the floor and she lets go.
She leaves the door open and prances off to her vehicle and yells out
toward me, Thanks for the Payment!  She gets in and drives off, waving
goodbye.  Thanks again, sir!  Bye!  See you next month.  I'll call You! 
  I just lay in my doorway in pain and wonderment and awe of the I.R.S.
lady.  I close the door and weakly get myself to the lazy boy chair and
pass out.....              I dream of next month.... ... ..    .. .