"Natasha's Last Stand by L-exander909, Apr 19, 2014, 1:17:54" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/QAz6qbJ2 Created on: Wednesday 31st of May 2017 10:13:58 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:20:40 AM UTC Natasha's Last Stand by L-exander909, Apr 19, 2014, 1:17:54 AM Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories She is beautiful, she is gorgeous. Natasha is her name – nudist extraordinaire, a free artist hell-bent on letting the world know the crimeless nature of the human body, especially of that a female’s. No cold streets and dark alleyways of Lindwick were left untouched by her warm, bright presence, as Natasha braves every known corner of Lindwick in the quest of spreading her beauty across this small land. However, just as Natasha is as naked as the day she is born, she is just as invisible as the air itself – no matter how hard people hunted to capture this unusual woman, all attempts would inevitably fail as Natasha seems to possess an uncanny ability to remain undetected, earning her the nickname ‘The Fairy of Lindwick’. The only moment people could gaze upon her fully visible form is during the time where Natasha herself occasionally uploads a recorded video of her playfully streaking and posing in a secluded place of her choice – it has been one of Lindwick’sbiggest source of entertainment and fury for years. It is a sunny Saturday morning, and the citizens of Lindwick have already received yet another video of a nude Natasha playing with the mayor’s statue located in the middle of the small city… “The nerve!” A teacher from Lindwick High School bellowed as soon as she saw Natasha lustfully kissing the statue in the video. She too, like most of the people in Lindwick, subscribed to Natasha’s personal video blog to receive updates – each person had various reasons to do so… hers was out of a compelled necessity to ensure that her hatred towards this Natasha person remains true. “Does she have any idea how cold it was last night!?” “Who, what, is it that Natasha girl again?”The nearby staff heard of the teacher’s displeasure. Soon enough everyone hushed over to her side to have a look at the video as well. A shameless scene to say…well, for Nadia at least. People can get worked up so easily over small matters like a naked person running around a street, the words they say to reaffirm their righteous status as a Lindwick citizen, the things they do just to reassure the fact that they are nothing better than hypocrites disguised as loyal servants to this impoverished country. While Nadia is still in her own personal thoughts, she unintentionally bumped into some of the school’s senior students, causing the books she is carrying to fall down onto the floor. “Watch it, loser!” The offended senior shouted at Nadia before leaving, not bothering to help her with the books she dropped.Nadia on the other hand, didn’t really mind; the young, sophomore girl is already used to this kind of an unforgiving environment in Lindwick. What she could have done to explain that the incident a minute ago was entirely an accident caused by her inattentive walking? After all, a nerdy looking girl like Nadia would have no place of say in Lindwick’scold, cold society. After hastily gathering her books, Nadia silently returned to her home. Setting down her books on her bed, Nadia turned her attention to the computer on her desk and nudged the mouse a little, causing the screen to jump back to life from idle mode. Logging onto Natasha’s website, she opened the latest video and checked the viewing records… two-hundred thousand views currently, with hate comments and perverted remarks strewn all over the video blog’s discussion boards. A small, satisfying grin formed on Nadia’s face.Seconds later, an urgent message came to Nadia from her contractor working for A.S.F.R. “Alternative. Sexual.Fetish.Revolution.” The girl calmly keyed in the password needed for the message to open itself. After the decryption for the message is complete, the green Eye of Beholder’s logo appeared along with the letters ‘ASFR’ boldly outlined in front of it.Underneath the large logo is the content of the message: “ FOR NATASHA 17TH NOVEMBER 2013 TIMSON’S MANNEQUIN FACTORY 0700 HOURS BEHOLDER IS AWAKE AND WAITING“ ==================== By 6 O’ clock tomorrow morning, Nadia arrived to the mannequin factory as instructed. Patiently waiting in front of the deserted outer gate is a hooded person – a blond male somewhere around his 30s. To Nadia, he is her guardian, the ‘beholder’. “Are you ready?” The man spoke to Nadia, revealing a camera from his thick coat. Nadia only replied with a silent nod, and unequipped the ring that kept her hair in a tight bun. She then proceeded to skilfully apply makeup on her face with great speed, beautifying herself by quickly covering up her ‘nerdy’ features. As soon as she finished, she places the makeup kit back into the bag she brought along and started taking off her clothes one by one. From the moment she removed the last piece of fabric off her body, Nadia immediately became Natasha – the Fairy of Lindwick has reappeared. Nodding at Natasha’s official appearance, the man took out a key to unlock the heavy metal door to the factory. Natasha gladly cat-walked in, swaying her hips in the process as the ‘Beholder’ keeps the camera pointed at her, recording the process of her ‘play time’ in this factory. The mannequin factory was not without its products; as Natasha and her beholder entered the loading bay, a large amount of leftover mannequins can be found standing here, all of them which are made to resemble female humans. Immediately Natasha approached one of the mannequins and grabbed it by its cheek, pulling herself closer to it and stared at its painted eyes face to face, challenging it directly. Dominantly, she pushed the mannequin away from her and watched it fall to the ground; the sound of plastic crashing onto the ground echoing into the empty factory clearly announced her victory over the lifeless body.This is the signature theme of today’s video, just as Natasha understands it… but the show does not end here, there are still many things to do here. With the mannequins decorating this large room like a thick jungle, Natasha gracefully prowled through the forest of plastic bodies while the beholder recorded every single moment of this session. From time to time, Natasha would strike a pose and then pause perfectly for a minute or so, mimicking the mannequin’s behaviour inside the room. Of course, given her status as a human, Natasha could never fully be like the mannequins, forever young and beautiful and free to express these qualities to the world… however, like the mannequins, Natasha is just one of her kind that is constantly being used by the hypocrites of the world, to be objectified as an idol of perversity that shall be endlessly worshipped for as long as she exists… “How different is she from a mannequin then?” Natasha thought. And just then, she decided to take off the mask from the nearest mannequin and uses it to cover her own face, while using both of her hands to carry the fallen limbs of these plastic mannequins to cover her breasts and her pussy. But alas, such dramatic cover-ups are ultimately futile – Natasha could feel the cold, solid hands touching her sensitive areas, sending pulses of pleasure up her body as her punishment, causing her thirst for bodily pleasure to rise. Unable to resist the temptation of her own lustful needs, she carelessly threw away the mannequin parts she was carrying and proceeded to pleasure herself using a randomly chosen mannequin, all while she is being recorded. Shamelessly, Natasha likes the idea of masturbating with a mannequin very much; she enjoys watching them being used, her thought openly admitted as she slid her wet vagina over the smooth thigh of a mannequin. The Fairy of Lindwick desires to be seen like this, just as the mannequins are made to display fashionable clothes in boutique stores. Maybe this was why this ‘Nadia’ person decided to become involved with ASFR and this underground work; maybe this is why the Natasha persona existed, this is why she ‘likes’ doing senseless, naughty things like this, to prove to the world that just about anybody could be beautiful as well regardless of their heritage and appearance when they are freed from the empty husks that bound them within… But alas, this made Natasha felt inferior to the mannequins – why would Nadia need the Natasha persona to prove that she too, can be a beautiful woman waiting to be exposed to the world? The more she compared herself to these mannequins, the more furiously Natasha indulged herself in the sexual fantasy of becoming a living mannequin. Just as she reached an explosive climax, Natasha still couldn’t find the answer to Nadia’s problem and eventually collapsed onto the floor exhausted. Feeling more lowly than ever, Natasha could feel the mannequins gazing down upon her pitiful state – what more can Natasha attempt to do to make Nadia feel more in place? Will she reveal her true nature to the world? Will she, as Nadia, allow every living person on this planet discover the fact that underneath the empty shell called ‘Nadia’, lies a person called ‘Natasha’ who is nothing more than a nymphomaniac that is no better than a typical hypocrite? But how, Natasha thought. How did she manage to become one of them without her noticing it? As the light of the morning sun entered the factory, the loading bay brightened up considerably, allowing Natasha and the beholder to see more properly. When Natasha slowly got back up, she curiously looked around her again and found nothing but dozens of mannequins left standing around. With her isolated in the middle of these pretentious females, Natasha could feel her sense of superiority restored – again, she resumed exploring each and every single mannequin inside the factory, comparing the perfectness of their body with hers by copying their poses and staying still next to them. Pointless as it may seem, to Natasha, this is like a grand banquet and every mannequin is her dance partner… As the highlight of the video approached, she positioned a mannequin of her choice next to her and correctly copied her pose before freezing herself to remain as still as possible. With the beholder standing in front of Natasha, he raises the recorder and takes the snapshot of this scene. As soon as Natasha saw the flash, the sexual desire lingering inside her intensified as the warmth of her body rapidly faded away. The silence of the mannequin factory’s loading bay is broken by a series of discreet cracking coming from Natasha’s body. The cold wave steadily spread across Natasha’s slender body as it solidified every part of her flesh into plastic, causing her lustful urges to flare upuncontrollably. Natasha knew that she found the correct answer for the question presented to her by the ASFR – by comparing her beauty with the mannequins, she realizes that in all actuality she, as a human of her kind is retrospectively no different than a mannequin, thus sparking the desire of becoming one of them so that she too can freely express her beauty like them just as the how the mannequins are made by the humans to resemble their perfect image… Like the mannequins, Natasha believes that she too, is perfect like them. Upon noticing her resolve, the beholder grants Natasha’s wish by performing the transformation on Natasha using the specially made video recorder he is carrying – recording the process of Natasha’s transformation into a perfect human mannequin, the wave of plastic slowly travelled across her beautiful skin, freezing her living body into an inorganic being, rendering Natasha incapable of movement. Natasha felt every bit of this process too; her heartbeat coming to a complete halt, her breath ceasing, her skin becoming unusually dry and smooth… just like the transformation she experienced last month in the middle of the snowstorm where she become an ice sculpture, Natasha could feel her body going into a standstill as her vision is locking into place. Eventually, her eyes too become a pair of painted balls made using plastic as the transformation wave reached over her head. Amazingly, the transformation never affected the way she thinks even though she believed that her brain was also magically turned solid even though the transformation oddly left her hair unaffected, where it remain firmly attached to her head. In fact, it somehow eliminated her compulsive need to breath, eat, drink and sleep during her lifeless state. Natasha isn’t exactly ‘dead’ either – like how a mannequin lives, she is now effectively a ‘thing’ that does not live, yet it simply exists. With the transformation complete, the cracking noise faded away and the transformed Natasha’s nude, glossy body proudly declares that she, like the mannequins in this abandoned factory, has officially becomes a resident of this place, reflecting the warm sunlight off her shiny plastic body as a normal mannequin should. Nodding at the completion of Natasha’s transformation, the beholder approached the mannequin and naughtily slid his finger over Natasha’s plastic pussy, causing a sharp jolt of pleasure to shoot up into her mind. “Well done.” The beholder said as he turned off the video camera’s recording mode. Using his other hand, the beholder gently patted her cheeks to congratulate Natasha’s new form before turning around and leave the factory. After the beholder left, Nadia, a.k.a. Natasha, the Fairy of Lindwick, is now free to live out her fantasy in this factory with her newly made ‘friends’ for the rest of her days… ==================== “Tch, damn… we’re too late.” A female police officer cursed silently at herself as she entered Natasha’s bedroom. As empty as it appears, the room contained only a bed, a desk, and a functioning computer… a room that looked just like the last one Natasha used to live in last month. Just as she expected, the virus injected into the computer rendered the hard drive useless, leaving it only capable of displaying ASFR’s logo on the screen – another dead end for the law enforcers. Looking at her PDA, the video the Fairy of Lindwich dancing gracefully in the snowstorm is still playing, with recorded views breaking five-hundred thousand. A difficult IP trace allowed them to track the uploading source back to this room, but it seems that once again, Natasha is one step ahead of them. “I’ll get you one day, you lewd bitch…” The female officer swore under her breath as the rest of the investigators began collecting evidence in the room.As for where Natasha really went after last Sunday, nobody really knows. The only thing that the world knows that the next video Natasha uploads is her final video which would make her become a local legend for decades to come… =============== “ FOR ASFR 19TH NOVEMBER 2013 NATASHA SUCCESSFULLY PRESERVED SCENARIO COMPLETE BEHOLDER IS TO HIBERNATE AGAIN “