Moonboy
05-07-2007, 1:21 PM
Kind of short but here it is.
SEAT OF REVENGE
CHAPTER 9
By Moonboy
Dr. Wretched Richards felt more wretched than ever. Not only had he been reduced to an armless, legless, voiceless, dickless, hairless object and become more horny and frustrated than any man had ever been, but Tabitha was well on her way to becoming one of the most famous psychological practitioners in history because of him.
“That’s right, my precious toy,” Tabitha taunted, “I’ll be remembered in the same breath with Freud and Jung. But don’t worry, my sweet richiepoo. You’ll be remembered too, in the same breath with Sybil and other patients through whom psychologists and psychiatrists made their great discoveries.”
He was beyond furious. Tabitha had taken everything from him, including his dignity, his identity, parts of his very body including his manhood and she was taunting him about every bit of it. Tabitha just smiled and said, “Well, enough of these deliciously cheerful thoughts. I knew this was going to happen. Here I’m supposed to be doing my work and, instead, I’m talking away to you. It’s all your fault. I should have known you’d draw me into a long conversation with those articulate words of yours.”
“Gffff! Mmph! Gack! Garg!” he moaned furiously.
She was totally mocking him and his condition. She smiled in satisfaction.
“Sorry, honey,” she smirked. “But I just have to get my work done.”
He could do nothing but watch helplessly as Tabitha’s delicious ass lowered and smothered his face. She did all her work as she wiggled comfortably on her man-chair. Finally, she looked down at her hot, sweaty, miserable and desperately horny man-chair and smiled. The look on her face was totally mocking him. He hated her. He hated them all. He knew his opinion was meaningless though. He was a silent object.
Tabitha rarely spoke to him anymore after that. She treated him as the chair he was. Inside, she knew what he was and enjoyed torturing him but no longer gave him even the dignity of speaking to him.
He could not help but try to speak to her though. He cried and begged as he suffered endlessly.
“Pain = desire = frustration. Tabitha = pain= desire= frustration = no- I’m a man- a need to lick, need to lick, I’m do- do- wretch. Tabitha = pain = desire= frustration = Tabitha =”
She spoke to him one last time.
“No need to thank me,” she smiled and petted his head. “Your reaction is all the thanks I need.”
He knew it would never end but at least it could not get any- he caught himself. It always did and always would get worse.
SEAT OF REVENGE
CHAPTER 9
By Moonboy
Dr. Wretched Richards felt more wretched than ever. Not only had he been reduced to an armless, legless, voiceless, dickless, hairless object and become more horny and frustrated than any man had ever been, but Tabitha was well on her way to becoming one of the most famous psychological practitioners in history because of him.
“That’s right, my precious toy,” Tabitha taunted, “I’ll be remembered in the same breath with Freud and Jung. But don’t worry, my sweet richiepoo. You’ll be remembered too, in the same breath with Sybil and other patients through whom psychologists and psychiatrists made their great discoveries.”
He was beyond furious. Tabitha had taken everything from him, including his dignity, his identity, parts of his very body including his manhood and she was taunting him about every bit of it. Tabitha just smiled and said, “Well, enough of these deliciously cheerful thoughts. I knew this was going to happen. Here I’m supposed to be doing my work and, instead, I’m talking away to you. It’s all your fault. I should have known you’d draw me into a long conversation with those articulate words of yours.”
“Gffff! Mmph! Gack! Garg!” he moaned furiously.
She was totally mocking him and his condition. She smiled in satisfaction.
“Sorry, honey,” she smirked. “But I just have to get my work done.”
He could do nothing but watch helplessly as Tabitha’s delicious ass lowered and smothered his face. She did all her work as she wiggled comfortably on her man-chair. Finally, she looked down at her hot, sweaty, miserable and desperately horny man-chair and smiled. The look on her face was totally mocking him. He hated her. He hated them all. He knew his opinion was meaningless though. He was a silent object.
Tabitha rarely spoke to him anymore after that. She treated him as the chair he was. Inside, she knew what he was and enjoyed torturing him but no longer gave him even the dignity of speaking to him.
He could not help but try to speak to her though. He cried and begged as he suffered endlessly.
“Pain = desire = frustration. Tabitha = pain= desire= frustration = no- I’m a man- a need to lick, need to lick, I’m do- do- wretch. Tabitha = pain = desire= frustration = Tabitha =”
She spoke to him one last time.
“No need to thank me,” she smiled and petted his head. “Your reaction is all the thanks I need.”
He knew it would never end but at least it could not get any- he caught himself. It always did and always would get worse.