Monday, March 31, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Life On The Oil Rig
Rex once again checked the locks. It was more out
of boredom than anything else. He had already checked
them over 27 times today so far, and will probably
check many more times. He knew they weren't unlocked.
He's been chained up here almost 17 months now, and
never once had they been left unlocked. Rex had moved
up here from Mesa to make big money working on the
oil platforms in Alaska's Prudoe Bay. The money was
awesome but the work was hard. Really hard. Darn cold
too. Things had gone well for the first several months
after he came here a couple years ago. That is, until he
and another man were caught in a sort of compromising
situation. When you work with a bunch of macho men
on an oil rig, being gay isn't good. Get caught. Pay.
Rex hadn't seen the other man since then. He heard the
others had tossed him overboard, but he wasn't sure.
For his part, he had been in chains ever since, locked in
a room that was all his. Someone had produced a cock
lock and secured it on him. It hadn't taken him long to
learn his new rules. If he wanted food, all he had to do
was suck cock. Want a cigarette, bend over. Looking
for a DVD to listen to? Suck more cock. Need a shot
of bourbon? Guess what? Early on, Rex had discovered
that resistence was futile. These chains kept him from
going far. Maybe a year ago, someone had come forward
with a box hormones and began injecting Rex weekly.
He didn't want the hormones, but that really didn't make
any difference. What made him the most upset was the
fact he had to beg for the shots--after sucking a few more
cocks. The routine continues week after week. If he is
really good, every so often they will unlock his cage,
but by now the hormones has basically ruined that benefit.
The men have become fascinated with his new breasts
too. Rex has to admit they it feels pretty good when one
of them wants to suck on them. Sometimes he wonders
if they'll ever let him go free. If not, he knows the men
will take good care of their developing sex toy. Without
their sissy, thing on the rig would be a lot less interesting.
Committed
I saved this picture. It comes from one of the worst days in my entire life.
Who is the girl in that picture, you might wonder. Well, the cops and the folks
who run this place will tell that it's me, Lillian Harcourt. And actually it is, and it's
not. So let me tell you my version of the story. There are really two parts of this
story. You see, when my mother and I were cleaning out Aunt Sally's house after
she passed, I was going through her Jewelry boxes. My mom said to go stick
them in the trunk and nobody would be the wiser. Later, at home, in one of
those boxes was a weird coin. I asked my mom what it was, and she told me that
Aunt Sally had some strange ideas, one being that the coin would allow her to
swap bodies with someone. She said stuff like that wasn't even possible Well, I
had my dad drill a hole in it and I put it on a chain to wear around my neck. The
other part of the story involves another girl, Rebecca Adams. She and I never
really hit it off. Actually, we sort of hated each other these days. She accused
me of stealing her boyfriend, which is dumb. He left her because she basically
was a stuck up bitch. Well, I was walking down this road on the way home
from school one day when a car pulled up and stopped. It was Rebecca and
her minions. I could tell that they weren't here to do me any favors. As the
girls started getting out of the car, I began rubbing the coin one the chain.
Two of the girls went around behind me, then came up and grabbed my arms.
As Rebecca moved in, she began to pummel me---once, twice and again. I
got really scared. About then the coin became warm, really warm. As the
next blow was coming at me, I was suddenly airborne, coming down and
entering Rebecca's body. She ended up in mine. Well, they left me, battered,
bruised and in shock right there. After the cops picked me up, I was taken to
the hospital and then taken to the Sunnydale Farm....the local mental place.
At first I tried telling them I was really Rebecca, but the more I tried, they
would put me in one of those straight jackets. One day they even shocked me
really badly. So now I cooperate. Can't do much else. But if I ever get out
of here, I'm coming after my real body.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
here's a sissy chat.....
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014
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