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presents
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Psychotic Orthodontists From Hell
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by Gross Genitalia
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Toxic File #37
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Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 HQ of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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There are thousands. And you know them. Those brace-faced geeks that usually
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wear pocket protectors and sit around all day exchanging boogers with one
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another. And there are those normal people, those who usually get the clear
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sapphire braces so they won't look so fucked up and geeky.
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Well I used to be there myself. No not a geek loser schmuck wasteoid lonely
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bater, but my teeth were pretty fucked up. I was told I should get them to
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correct a crossbite I had and to make room for other teeth.
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My orthodontist was a nice man, although I often wondered if he really knew
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what the hell he was doing. It was his assistants however, that made my
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orthodontic experience a living hell.
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They usually came to work all wakked out on PCP, threatening people and
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hallucinating demons and such, ya know, the typical American thing. The
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main orthodontist himself was fairly clean cut. But when he disappeared into
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his office for consultation, hell broke alive.
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It basically started the first visit when I went to get my bands and brackets
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and shit put on. Everything was normal, everything was friendly. The doctor
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came in and placed the brackets in the cement and left. The assistant pulled
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out a blue light that was to quickly dry the cement on my teeth. The light
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instead bent towards my eyes and the whole room became fluorescent blue,
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changing quickly to a violent scarlet red.
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Another assistant came into the room and pulled a demon from her nose and
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threw it at me. I was truly scared shitless. I shit in my pants and the
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first assistant removed them and ate the shit. In fact all the assistants in
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the building came and dined on the succulent shit. Their hair turned fiery
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colors and they began beating each other with the hygienic latex gloves.
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I tried to run but some force, perhaps a spirit, held me fast to my chair
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as these demonic orthodontic assistants paraded around my chair, eating
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shit, chanting, and beating each other with latex gloves.
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It was nightmarish. A previously damned good looking assistant (now with
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green leathery reptilic skin) lifted my long shirt from up over my thighs
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and bent onto the floor. I tried to get away. I was held to the chair. She
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placed her snake-like lips over my hardening cock (hmm I usually don't get
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too fuckin horny looking at snakes and lizards... oh well...) and began
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violently sucking it. Hmm felt pretty damned good but I didn't like the
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idea of a fuckin lizard giving me head. But oh well you can't have everything
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in life.
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She sucked and licked all the while, the other demonic fiends yet parading
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around the chair. She ran her mouth up and down, up and down my rod, forked
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tongue slithering all around my head. Hmm. The colour of the room began to
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subside back to a semi-recognizable white light. Faster and faster she
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went as her skin began to decompose back to her regular silky white flesh.
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Even faster. I felt myself getting harder and hornier with every move she made.
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The other assistants began to disappear. It seemed as though their spirits were
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floating away from the room. I became lightheaded in the confusion and came
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so hard I felt my ears pop. Oh it was the ultimate orgasm anyone could have!
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I looked up, smiling with joy, only to see the assistant standing over me,
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looking at me as if I were some kind of drug-addicted freak. Heh heh and
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SHE should be the one thinking that. I looked down at my Levi's only to find
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them up zipped snapped. What the hell? I noticed I had a very big bulge in
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my pants. The assistant smiled and said you have a nice day! She sprayed
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some kind of shit in my face and I slipped into unconsciousness. Next thing
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I knew I was sitting in the car on the way home. Hmm I couldn't remember
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that visit too well, nothing out of the ordinary.
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Ah ha, but if I was brainwashed of the demonic events, then how do I remember
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them now? It was strange... the thoughts puzzled me for days, I simply could
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not remember anything about that visit. I thought it might have been a case
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of "missing time" so I went to see a well-reknowned hypnotist. We talked for
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awhile about the situation and our beliefs in the paranormal. He put me into a
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hypnotic trance and I began to recount the events. I remember my spirit sensed
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a certain..ah.."arousal" in the hypnotist, and under my hypnotic trance he
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removed my Levi's. He pulled them all the way off and pulled out my hard rod.
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He sucked and caressed it, and as the cum flowed he sucked harder, harder,
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the events presented themselves clearly, frightening. I was pulled from the
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terrorizing thoughts back to consciousness only to find the hypnotist to be
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sitting there, calm. I looked at my jeans. Up zipped snapped. Weird shit.
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Bulge in the pants. The guy smiled. Wait a sec damnit, that's not the
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hypnotist! The dude had transformed into my orthodontist! He smiled and
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laughed maliciously and growled a terrorific PCP-driven growl. He picked
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up a copy of Anal Poetry For Beginners and began reciting to me the horrible
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verses.
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"If you have a stiffy
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Wedged between your anal heart,
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And if it's causing utter pain
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Then blow it with a fart.
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Pick up a piece of plumbing pipe
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And wedge it in your hole,
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Get a pathway to your ass
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And then drop in a mole!
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Let it run around inside
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And take it when you're done,
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Fuck the mole with your butt cheeks
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Beastality's lots of fun!"
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(c)1990 Toxic Shock. All names will be saved from embarrassment.
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