Thursday, 5 December 2013

Story: Decisions, decisions - A story

I promised a story based on the Decisions caption I did the other day. Here's the start. Any feedback would be gratefully received.

Dave banged on the back door of the truck but, no matter how hard he banged or how loud he screamed there was either no-one out there or they were ignoring him. He slumped down against the cab wall in despair. Since he'd been thrown in here a few hours ago, he'd had no contact of any kind. He guessed he'd been kidnapped, but he couldn’t think who by or why. He thought back through the last month. What had he done to cause this? Nothing! Sure, he'd made that stupid female graduate cry the other day, but it wasn't his fault she couldn't accept criticism. How hard can it be to remember the quadratic polynomial in that formula she should have been using? Then there was that girl on call of duty a couple of weeks ago. She’d burst into tears down his headset when he'd blamed her for the loss. Bloody women cry at any excuse! He had to admit though, the new graduate was very easy on the eye. Not that he had time for a relationship. He was on his way up. His plan is to create the next big thing, take it to IPO and then retire off the proceeds. Maybe he'll get himself a trophy wife to clean his house and his cock. Now if only he could figure out why he was in this truck. He was starting to worry.

Suddenly there was a hissing noise from somewhere. "What is that?" he wondered, "are they letting the tyres down?". It was too late before Dave realised they were pumping gas into the back of the van. He tried holding his breath but the gas was already in his lungs. The world went dark as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Dave tried to open his eyes, but the light was so bright, the world was a blur. He knew he was lying down and above him was a lady in a surgical mask, wearing glasses. He couldn’t feel anything and was fighting to focus on anything. After a few seconds the darkness took him again.

Dave could hear voices. One of them sounded angry. He opened his eyes to see the doctor talking to a woman in a suit who said "I want it kept. I want sissy to know, every day where she came from. This is a punishment, not a reward." "Yes mistress" was the doctor’s reply. Dave tried to talk but all that came out was a moan. He was still under the influence of whatever drug he'd been given. The doctor heard the noise and stepped over to his bedside and adjusted a drip. With questions raging through him, where was he? what was happening?, Dave managed to say "wha..." before consciousness left him.

The first thing Dave heard was the birds outside. He could tell, even without opening his eyes that he wasn’t in the hospital any more. There was a slight breeze blowing through the room, it was morning and nicely cool but it was going to be a warm day. He stretched his arms above his head, and stretched in that calm feeling between being asleep and being awake. He frowned, he didn’t feel right. There seemed to be a weight on his chest and his hair seemed to be lying over his pillow when it was normally kept short. How long had he been out?

With increasing dread, Dave opened his eyes to find himself lying on a large bed in a small, wooden building or shack that only had the one room. The window was open letting in the fresh air and sound of bird song. The first thing he noticed was that he had breasts "what the fuck is going on?" he said out loud in shock, then gasped as it wasn't his voice either! He sounded like a girl and his long hair. "What happened to me?" he put his hands on his chest to see if they were real. They were, he could feel his hands touching himself. What he wasn't prepared for though was the feelings of pleasure he received when he touched himself. Those tits were so sensitive! A flash of panic spread through him and he quickly put his hands between his legs. "Thank god that's still there" he thought to himself.

To be continued ... 


  1. I've had writer block for the longest time. Your story has helped move me past it.

    I expect you to finish this before the year ends.

    1. I'm so glad I could help Mistress. That is high praise indeed.

      I have some time off coming so will make finishing this a priority.