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 ...
