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Archive-name: Bondage/ortific.txt
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Archive-author: Count Alucard
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Archive-title: An Ortificial Story
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A while ago I seem to remember someone proudly saying in a story that
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they used all three orifices. It is probably a flaw in my character that
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I find an element of challenge in certain types of statement.
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Happy Birthday darling. Did you enjoy the meal? Yes, that's right -
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now it is time for that surprise photograph I promised you. How can it
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be a surprise if you know it is going to happen? It will be, I assure you,
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but first you must be made up. Come and squat down over here with your
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back against this pole. Hmm, it _does_ look like a giant penis doesn't it?
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There, put your arms back and let me handcuff them on the other side of it.
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The cuffs arn't comfy? Wait a moment while I put these eight
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cylinders between your fingers and then I'll put some clear plastic glove
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on your hands to pad your wrists. Your feet keep slipping? Ha - I thought
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of that as well. You want to know what the cylinders are for and how I got
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plastic boots that would fit when your toes are slightly spaced out? You
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obviously don't have enough to keep you preoccupied. Let's see if this
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anal vibrator does the job. Ah, much better. You look so cute when you
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writhe like that. You scowl but don't say anything? Sensible, but don't
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expect it to save you from much.
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Some of your hair has flopped forwards and covered one eye. Can't have
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that. I have just the curlers to keep it in place. Now for the saran wrap
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Round and round it goes. That should support you snugly, though your
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chest is getting quite sweaty under there. I'll cut a few holes in it.
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Now lets see: one for between your generous breasts, two for your shaven
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armpits. Yeah, the holes wern't just for ventilation. Did I tweak your
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nipples getting those rings off? I have different pendants for you to
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wear there tonight. See? They match these new ear-rings. Now that's done
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I'll fill those holes, appropriatly of course.
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This double dildo frightens you doesn't it? I can tell by the way
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your eyes widened and you only half stopped that convulsive gulp. I know
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you have strong blocks against showing fear because we discussed how you
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want to get rid of the phantoms in your mind which keep dictating that
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you must always be in control of yourself. We can do it together, I will
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help you. It is OK to be afraid, but open your mouth anyway. There. That
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wasn't so bad was it? You are gagged by more than your pride now, my
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special double dildo only slightly fills your mouth, but you have swallow
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one tube, down to your tightly contracted stomach, and the other passes
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your numbed throat to your air passage.
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You have millions more orifices you know. I'm going to draw a few
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phalluses on your skin in body paint to symbolise filling all those pores,
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follicles and glands with miniture male members. Be glad I havn't worked
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out a way to put stuff under your nails without permanent damage.
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Perhaps I shouldn't mention things like that - you nethermost lips are
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glowingly engorged and their nectar is dripping on the floor. Young
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ladies shouldn't see such things. Open wide, I'm going to put your
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contact lenses in. You can't see? Perhaps I should have mentioned that
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these arn't your normal pair. Instead of a transparent blue tint they each
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have an opaque green vertical stripe large enough to cover a pupil.
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Cats-eye blindfolds I call them but they will do instead of intruding
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upon your tear ducts or gently displacing your eyeballs.
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The smell you are sensing is warm wax. You should be familiar with
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it by now. I have a number of delicate plugs to shape for you. Two
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for your nostrils, a very small one for your urethra and lastly a couple
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for your delicate ears.
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Lastly did I say? You can't hear me now but I can see your expression.
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I have so distracted you that you have forgotten one very importand
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orifice. When I gently endow you with an ice cold crystal dildo fixed
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as an attachment to my professional camera, my internal picture of you
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comes as a complete surprise.
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Happy Birthday, darling.
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1992 (c) Count Alucard
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This is actually a repost. The original post was canceled due to sense
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changing typo. Why is it that however many times you proof-read something
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you always miss at least one error (generally the most critical one)?
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As always, feedback welcome. What narrative style do you prefer? First,
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second or third person? Are you more provoked by the actions going on or
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the mental states of the participants? What effect do stories have on you?
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What effect would you like them to have? Who ( if anyone ) do you find
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yourself identifying with? Why?
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Not that this is any guarantee, but if you bother to reply, you are more
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likely to get the sort of stories you enjoy.
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Count Alucard (who bets nobody can work out the number of different
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types of bodily orifice fit for dildos mentioned in the story).
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