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This choice: Be a victim on the orc planet • Go Back... The past month has been a whirlwind of confusion, toxic smells, and mind-numbing torture. Around a month ago you were looking for a job and found a listing for “Research Volunteer.” For a place called Drake Labs.
Not only did it boast a large sum of payment and benefits (to be paid in full at the end of the research) but it also guaranteed living and food expenses to be covered throughout the entire research process. And the requirements were nonexistent.
Naturally, you filled out an application (which consisted of some odd questions like “On a scale of 1 to 10 how sensitive are you to tickling.” As well as “What’s is the smelliest odor you can handle.”) and within the hour your apartment was filled with women in black suits wearing sunglasses. They had you fill out a ton of paperwork without even giving you any chance to read it before whisking you away.
You were taken to a concrete bunker in the middle of nowhere, nowhere being a hot desert. There you were put through what was called “Processing and Job Experience Training.” For about a month.
The processing bit lasted only a few hours. Strapped to a chair you were injected with what they called “Immortality and Invulnerability serum.” Along with a handful of other needles in order to “Ensure constant efficiency during high-stress situations.” And then afterwards your vitals and measurements were taken before the beginning of the worst month of your life (so far).
20 hours a day for 30 long days you were put through a grueling amount of torture.
8 hours a day split between smelling and tasting the most putrid excretions from feet. Your nose wedged between cheesy toes, your tongue forced to lick a seemingly endless number of socks and soles clean. Starting with a pair of feet that hadn’t been washed in a month, with the number and intensity of the feet doubling with each passing day.
Another 8 hours split between orgasm training and tickle training. Your body brought to mind-bending orgasm after orgasm all while socks from the previous training feet were shoved into your face. This was soon followed by numerous amounts of tickle machines that ranged from feathers to long slimy tentacles that slid over your most sensitive spots which seemed to be 10 times as ticklish now thanks to the injections.
The training days ended with 4 hours of all four previous events combined and afterwards you were given four hours of sleep in a cramped room filled with smelly boots before the days started all over again. No normal person could have made it through all of it but with all the injections you’d had been given you were there for it all.
After the 30th day of training you were given a rest period where for over the next few hours you were given a shower, clean water, and real food. To “Reset your palette.” You would’ve asked questions or begged to be let go but you were too caught up in the bliss of relief to do so. Eventually you were brought to a large machine that reminded you of every portal machine in any generic sci fi movie ever where a glasses wearing woman in a lab coat stood tapping her foot impatiently.
“Finally. Listen up this is your briefing and I’m only going to say it once. You’re being transported to Uxhaul there’s a lot of data we need collected on their culture and way of life so you’re going to be spending a lifetime there. Normal human lifespan is usually 80 plus years so we rounded it out to a nice easy 100 years. While you’re there you’re expected to take extensive notes on your experiences. They need to record every hour of every day in detail, if you fail to do this you’ll have to go again and again until you get it right. You received your notepad yes?”
Empty handed you can only say “Huh?”
“Excellent. Throw them in.”
You’re given a swift kick to the rear and are thrown into the portal. After falling for about a minute you jerk as you feel yourself fall into a stiff metal chair. Looking around you find yourself in a cramped small office but before you can take in anything else, the smell hits you.
It was as if a whole teams worth of track runners’ socks had been shoved into a tight locker metal and left to ferment in the hot sun. It was as bad as the worst of what you endured at the “hands” of several unwashed pairs of feet during the training.
Through tear filled eyes you look to where the source of the smell is expecting to see a pile of ruined socks and foot wear but instead you are greeted by the sight of a single green skinned woman with flowing blond hair. She wore a well fitted business and was quite attractive if it were for the heavy size 13 bare feet that was leaking sweat and wafting visible fumes of foot stank into the air and towards you.
“Ah wonderful, you’ve arrived.” She says with an unnervingly eager smile wiggling her toes causing sweat and debris fall onto the already large puddle that had formed on her desk. “Excellent, we just need to fill out some paper work and you can get started on your wonderful Research-Vacation here on Uxhaul. We have tons of attractions and plenty of life time experiences for you to enjoy here during your 100 year stay with us. Now please bury your face into my soles so we can start your paperwork.”
You’re given no chance to respond as the orc woman hooks one of her feet around your neck and pulls you deep into her sweaty sole. A sickening squelching noise fills the air as your nose is squished up against the soaking foot flesh. All five of your senses are assaulted viciously and you can experience nothing but foot.
“There we are nice and comfy, so then let’s get to work on your papers.” You can hear a heavy thud as a large stack of papers are placed on the desk. “I’m going to need you to answer some questions here. No need to talk, wouldn’t be able to hear you through my lovely foot anyway. To answer just follow my instructions. Are you a boy or a girl? Lick for male or kiss for female.”
(Yeah a pretty long winded way to get to a gender question but I want to write male and I’m sure there will be this who want to write female. So hopefully this was a good way to get to that.)  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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