While undergoing this fate, you fail to notice that there's a number flashing away somewhere, the number "265000," signifying that the BE AddVenture has arrived at another 1000 episode milestone. You probably would have noticed had it been a 10,000 episode milestone, because people think those are important, but they don't seem to care about measily 1000s. Which is a pity, because if not for this one your continuation would probably never even have gotten written, and you'd be stuck filling Ashley's holes forever, you pitiful little prick!
But who expects gratitude? Anyway, there's work to do -- the work of writing you out of you eternal but uninteresting fate. Here we go.
Yes, you did spend the rest of your days being put in her ass, tits, and every hole in her body. Fortunately, your nights were another story, because even dominating, horny teenage girls get tired occasionally. At night she put you in the hamster cage she had kept when her pet hamster had died the year before. Sometimes she even remembered to give you hamster pellets, replenish your water, and change the cedar shavings. So you managed to survive, barely. You even managed to get some exercise in that little wheel.
It wasn't much of a life, and you spent most of your waking hours desperately trying to figure out how to escape. The cage door, that would have kept in any hamster, should have been no impediment to you. But Ashley wasn't stupid. She had thought of that and put a lock on it. In your miniaturized state you couldn't have lifted the key to unlock it, even had it been in reach. Bummer.
At last you had an idea. Even though you were constrained by the final words of the previous episode to spend the rest of your days as Ashley's playing, I wasn't. And neither was he.
Do you get what I'm saying, here? All you had to do to beat the story's stranglehold on your fate was to change the pronoun refering to yourself.
Over time, you managed to stop thinking of yourself as you and start thinking of yourself as me. You could equally well have chosen he, but that seemed too weird. You weren't Julius Caesar writing commentaries, after all.
Okay, you could have used we, too, but that was too plural, and you were neither an editor nor a king, so you couldn't justify it to yourself.
Anyway, finally you got the knack. I'll let you take it from here.
You mean me.
Sorry. Whatever I meant, go ahead.
Thanks. All right, after I broke the pronoun curse and changed my story from second person, present tense (trapped) to first person, past tense (free), things started happening. I occupied my nights tugging at the wires of one small portion of my cage, until finally they snapped and parted. Then the portion adjacent, until I had a hole big enough to squeeze out through. Meanwhile, during the days, I bent the wires back in place so that Ashley wouldn't realize what I was doing. Then one night, at long last, the hole was big enough.
I squeezed out, bent the wires back to conceal what I had done, and got the hell out of there, swiping some clothing from Ashley's "Ken" doll on the way.
YEAH!
Wed Jul 30 13:00:37 2003