"The sissy was chained to his bed as usual when his mother came in tomake sure he was awake and thinking about getting ready for hisappointment at the...Sissyboy Boutique. He was dressed in his pink babydoll nightie and, of course, he was in nappies and plastic panties toprevent the mattress in his cot from getting wet. As usual he wassoaked through because he had to drink a large bottle of juice eachnight after being put to bed, and he had even occasionally soiled hisnappies when he was released. " I'll bet they did," another guy offered and the friend at his side elbowed him quiet.I glanced around the room. Another dozen guys had their eyes on her. Several at the bar could see her in the mirror. The men on either side of her leaned in with questions and Cherrie mumbled short answers and a quick smile. The band started up again loud and fast. They took her empty drink out of her hand and two of them led her to the floor. The music appeared to spark Cherrie and she danced with renewed. My capture had turned out wonderfully, but that didn't mean I was one bit grateful. I didn't have any idea how many innocent people had died on that experiment as they called it, but I was going to find out. Normally I was as much against torture as the next guy, but I wasn't anal about it. The ones that had looked on while helpless innocents had been abused and killed were going to find that out.Not only the aliens either. Earth men who'd been basically savages were going to find out they'd. Was it possible? Could it be? Was John the King, himself? No, things like that don’t happen to me, not to Myrna the simple village slave girl.“It wouldn’t be dear cousin Albert that requires my attention, would it?” John asked.“Majesty, there will be panic in the financial district if your cousin declares war over your not being married and therefore unfit to rule,” the second noble said.“Lord Emerson, have no fear. There will be no panic, and no declaration of war,” he told them just before he.