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Archive-name: Changes/ericdil4.txt
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Archive-author:
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Archive-title: Eric's Dilemna (part 4)
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Eric felt his vibrators click on. The strap running from the
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front of his corset, back through his legs to buckle in the small
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of his back, made removing them impossible. Feverishly, he rubbed
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his leather clad hands over his bare breasts.
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Hooking his thumbs through his nipple rings, he tugged the fat
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globes up past his shoulders, seemingly to hang himself by his own
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udders. The vibrations were building.
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Dropping the nipple rings over a chromed hook on the wall,
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Eric slipped the ping pong paddles from their holsters on his hips
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and began to spank himself, deliberately, slowly, with increasing
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force.
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Quickly, his jiggling ass reddened. The weight tied to his
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cock ring bounced against his legs, tugging the flaccid organ, and
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threatening to rip away the last relic of his manhood.
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Faster, harder, jumping to put more strain on his tortured
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nipples, Eric tried to beat the inexorable tick of the twin
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vibrators. He was there .. nearly there .. almost, almost ...
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A cruel shock of electricity jolted through his passages. The
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doctors had given him a vagina. It could accommodate practically
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anything; cock, dildo, even a fist! They had, however, left him a
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penis, now a sort of gigantic clitoris. Eric had become a bisexed
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freak. The vicious lances of electrical pain flowed freely from
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rectum to vagina and back, causing Eric to twitch uncontrollably.
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SMACK. SMACK. SMACK., SMACK, SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!
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Mindlessly, Eric kept up the pummeling of his own ass until,
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overwhelmed by sensation, his orgasm came. Roiling waves of
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pleasure, based in terrible pain, blotted out any thought from his
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mind. His hands dropped the paddles and ran up and down his
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corseted torso, the rubber sweat slick under his fingers.
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Seated at his makeup table, Eric repaired the damage. He had
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an hour to be ready for another orgasm. The clock was already
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ticking. There was barely enough time. If his makeup wasn't just
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right, if he wasn't wearing the right clothes, if he didn't have on
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leather gloves to massage his tits, or high heels, or any one of a
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myriad preconditioned things, he couldn't cum. And, if he failed
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to cum, the shocks kept going.
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For how long? He didn't know, but he had no desire to find
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out.
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*********
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"I want to escape."
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Eric hadn't had such a thought in two years. For much of that
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time, he'd forgotten who he was, that is, who he had been.
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"Why had they refreshed all that?"
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Eric knew that he had been Eric Katt, knew that he was now
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trapped in a female body, that in reality he was male.
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"Why tell me this?"
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Eric had tried three times to leave. There were no locks on
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the doors. Each time, he had never made it past the door of his
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room. First, it had been a corset. Next, picking out the right
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dress. Now his makeup was perfect but he just couldn't seem to get
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moving.
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"I'll take it a step at a time."
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Eric stepped into the hallway, just to see what was out there.
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It was easier to do this by small steps. Down the hall to the
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stairwell. Down the steps and out to the next floor. On to the
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elevator, down to the ground floor. It was working, Eric was
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getting away.
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Three men were standing by the front door. They were wearing
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leather. Oh God! Eric could feel himself get wet. His tiny penis
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throbbed. Head down, he tried to walk past. A strong hand turned
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him around and calloused fingers dug his beasts out of his low-cut
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dress.
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"Look what we have here boys, prime milk bags. Looks like
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she's ready to go into heat. What do you say boys? You "Bulls"
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ready to service this here heifer?"
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Eric wanted to resist as they pulled his dress up and put him,
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on hands and knees, on a table. Docilely, he serviced each in
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turn, front and back, the smell of the leather and the bruising of
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their rough play turning him on.
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Cum splattered and disheveled, Eric watched them leave
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laughing. He was Eric Katt inside, dammit he was and she,
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goddammit *HE*, could leave whenever he wanted.
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But not like this. My hair, my face! I must look a wreck.
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I'll just fix myself up and then I'll go.
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Eric tried the next day and every day after that for a month.
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He never got out of the lobby.
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End of Part 4
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