The armed guards would surely stop him if he were to be found toying with a belt or a lengthy piece of rope from which to hang himself. For the first ...ime in a long while he admitted that he hated being alive, that life itself was a torturous construal perpetrated by a vengeful God who wanted to see him suffer.But just when he arrived at his cell, Dawg fast approached two steps behind him. Dawg had followed his entire heated march down the jail hallway, and when he caught up to Charlie, he. Then Tim founded factories that manufacture many kind ‘bdsm’ products that related to his kind of pleasure and sale them world wide. Tim also open up retail stores to display his new products. He also encourages the master to open his kind fetish club, his kind fetish spa and his kind fetish course, all financed by Tim. The course mostly intended to precede his knowledge to the next generation. (to suffocate without killing) The master is so grateful to him and he would do anything to please. Mannater (she never told me her first name) sitting on my bed."How do you feel?" She asked."Great." I squeaked."We'll have to get you up walking immediately to train you, and get you used to your new shape. We've put breast implants in, as all the girls there will have them. Removal will be no problem." And down below?" Doc Keely was superb. She's constructed a vagina by reversing your penis and your testicles are in there too for when you need them again. Nobody but a gynaecologist could tell. I was shoved roughly to the ground and I felt hands searching me. A moment later they were gone. I pushed myself up and fell back against the building. My stomach was on fire. I looked down and saw my hands were covered in blood. "Fuck, I've been stabbed." My ass was starting to feel wet. I looked. "Damn it, I'm sitting in my own piss."I knew I was seriously hurt, how seriously I didn't know. I did know that I couldn't let a doctor see me. I felt an instinctive pull towards my room. I pushed.