Is So Unfair Cycle 12 – Fairness Strikes!

After 40 days walking deeper into the desert Elliot was sure he had evaded criminal culpability for the revenge against James, and so it was that half a mile from the Arizona border Elliot was stopped by a cloaked figure. Suddenly Elliot was transported to the Old Rectory. Before Elliot stood Lord Voldemort, the faithful servant of Queen Elizabeth and her consort Philip who had long been charged with ridding Britain of Ingsoc.

"Elliot, you are a supreme specimen of British excellence descended from the aristocracy and whom has survived in the face of great horrors. I request you help in saving Mother Britain from the scourge of her own people."

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

Voldemort brought the wand in his hand to Elliot's forehead and after a too quick search of the thoughts in Elliot's head placed his other hand on the wand in his pants. "For you Elliot, I am a girl."

There was a great shaking tremor which struck the entirety of Britain as Voldemort died. Voldemort observed many things of Elliot before approaching him, but didn't realize Elliot only dealt in the portion of language as Nouns. All context was missing and because Voldemort was magical there was a resonance with Elliot's will.

Voldemort was dead, Harry, Hermoine, Hagrid, George Soros, and all of magical Britain was dead. Unwittingly Voldemort finally succeded in creating the necessary space for Ingsoc to die. Without elitist fucking hippies and their magical ways socialism naturally dies. Sure, Britain still had some filthy hippies, but the survivors lacked the necessary magic powers to even keep pretending Ingsoc worked. HashtagBrexitBitches!

Elliot had no idea. He had no idea of Voldemort's noble yet accidental sacrifice. He had no idea magical Britain which he had just extinguished was a thing. Elliot was self will run riot.

Seeing little else to do Elliot checked his bag to make sure the money he hadn't spent was still there and resumed his walk to Arizona. Despondent that after almost reaching Arizona to buy his PowerMegaBall lottery ticket another pervert transported him to fucking England and likely wanted to sodomize him again, Elliot stopped at the corner store and bought a handle of cheap Vodka. There were a lot of corner stores between Britain and Arizona.

Twenty-Five years later Elliot happened to pass out on a Samsung container vessel headed to the port of San Diego. Elliot suffered nearly a month of continuous sobriety for Elliot had too much will to surrender. Surrounded by filthy refugees who had already been enrolled in Obamacare, no one cared to check his papers on arrival. They just handed him a voter registration card since as one Border Patrol counsellor decided, "This fellow looks Asian enough."

Finally back in California Elliot once again frequented a corner store to relieve himself of sobriety and continued walking. Being adventurous he got a handle of Thunderbird wine instead of cheap vodka. The price was right and soon he would have his PowerMegaball lottery ticket.

Being older, bloated from hobo wine, and with less sense of direction than ever Elliot's will finally delivered him to an Arizona convenience store. The wheels and transmission attached to the will were failing, but they had just enough in them.

"Hey Chief what can I do you for today."

"I am a distinguished descendant of the British Aristocracy, and I'd like a handle of Thunderbird and three hundred dollars1 on the PowerMegaBall Lotto."

"Sure thing Chief."

Elliot had arrived on the reservation. It was a happy life for Elliot. Though not being Indian himself he blended right in. Every day he'd suck just enough dicks to get his wine and his lotto, until one day the tribe made him Chief. He'd constantly reassert with his drunken slurs that he was actually British, but the tribe and the tourists frequenting the reservation's many Casinos found it endearing.

In his 17th year as Chief, Elliot's Barret's esophagus developed a bleed. Elliot died. Fin

  1. By this time, inflation being what it is, a hundred dollars was the minimum price of a single entry. The wine was three times as much as a lotto pick as it has always been. Two decades walking through Asia on foot gave Elliot a lot of practice sucking dick to support his vice.  

Is So Unfair Cycle 11

Lord Voldemort's spirit lingered in the room as police detectives attempted to make sense of the Hell that James' apartment had become.1 It was clear to the police that the Invalid Elliot was a high risk missing person who had been kidnapped. But fuck this shit what the kidnappers did to James. Chicom organ harvesters were a myth and they never did this. Which of James perverted Craigslist boyfriends did this seemed to be dominating the detective discussion. Voldemort knew something else was afoot.

A creature of pure will descended of the English Aristocracy had ascended. Perhaps this Elliot was the final piece he needed to finally defeat Ingsoc and save Britain from its own people! Every one of Voldemort's previous plans to save Britain failed when the British people demonstrated themselves unworthy of saving.

Elliot had been walking for a week maintaining strict silence around other people, and other times mumbling to himself in an attempt at self delivered speech therapy. Previous tastes be damned Elliot's current clothes were purchased at Dollar General. Every morning when Elliot passed a convenience store he'd pick up a newspaper and follow the police's unrelenting lack of progress in his missing person's case, and then at night he would use the paper as a blanket as he let sleep take him on the street.

Irony of Ironies, girls would smile at Elliot who had now become a muscled and somewhat dashing if silent creature of the street. Where Elliot once declared himself involuntarily celibate, the experience of having all of that sex forced upon his broken body led him to choose voluntary celibacy. At least until he made it to Arizona.

  1. Elliot would have surely called the Hell, the Hell.  

Is So Unfair Cycle 9

There were still three months before his 23rd birthday when the next happening happened. Elliot had been continuing his Charles Atlas physical therapy program as James continued to increase the frequency of his torture.

It was another evening and another crop of men invited by James to have their way with each other and with Elliot. Something was off with one of these men however. When her pants came off Elliot notice some things were missing… Then it dawned on Elliot that this is what a girl looked like. Elliot kept his gaze passive and got only fleeting glimpses of this thing he wanted for so long. Elliot feared that if he let his eyes move James and the others might suspect he was active on the inside. And so Elliot lacking details for the impression of a single slit spanning the female undercarriage.

When James realized that a girl pretending to be a man befouled his Palace of Penis he shut the party down and chased everyone out. James pulled a chair up to Elliot's bed and began apologizing for befouling their marital home with a foul woman. Elliot listened, maintaining appearances the whole time. Then James turned the chair around. Elliot knew what would happen next. James was going to suck his dick in order to comfort Elliot. James never could look at Elliot's face while he did this.

Crack! Elliot delivered a punch straight to the back on James' head and James was out cold.

Is So Unfair Cycle 8

As Elliot began putting on muscle tone, James began to become very hopeful for Elliot's recovery. James greatly increased the frequency with which he electrically milked Elliot's prostate because while Elliot showed no sign yet of still being inside his body, his body was strengthening. James could see no other possible cause for the healing happening in front of him. For James there was hope on every rope of semen he managed to extract from Elliot. James desperately wanted to recapture that fleeting happiness he shared with his Elliot before the tragedy that James was certain Elliot would have called the tragedy.

Is So Unfair Cycle 7

Not one of the horny fuckers even noticed that Elliot closed his own eyes. It was only for a fraction of a second and they were to busy penetrating invalid little Elliot, but for Elliot this was hope. Hope that he could carry out a new plan.

In an earlier more innocent time Elliot imagined he could have revenge against girls for cruelly rejecting him. Now Elliot had to have revenge against James for his prolonged cruelty against Elliot. James began going out more and when he came home he brought more men to fuck Elliot. The novelty of having his own half Asian Angel Baby wore thin and the guardianship agreement was only letting James spend so much of Elliot's money.  Baby had to earn his keep.

Elliot heard many men's names but only that of James, his ultimate tormentor was burned into his mind.

When James left Elliot would begin his preparation sessions. Still an invalid Elliot would Will until he could tense a new muscle. James could never know Elliot decided. No matter how much James reeked of Gin and Astroglide when he returned home Elliot could not let James know he was slowly becoming less invalid.

The seasons come, and seasons go. Time passes by, as the weeks become the months become the years.

By Elliot's twenty-second birthday he could wiggle his fingertips and his toes. Elliot could tense his entire upper body. Three months later Elliot was finally able to tense his calves, those were the last muscles. Elliot continued to remain absolutely still. His will held even as James' taste in men fell ever downward.

Elliot knew what he was doing was isometric exercises from a Charles Atlas booklet he ordered from an advertisement in the back of a gaming magazine. He'd ordered it in yet another effort to become attractive to girls, but as with karate he lacked the discipline to follow through. His captivity at the hands of James however became a sort of clutch, and the engine of Elliot's will now had a transmission.

Elliot thought he had nothing, and then he actually had nothing. Now Elliot had purpose. Revenge against James who so cruelly used and abused Elliot.

Elliot however remained non-verbal even in private, lest voice alarm James. Otherwise Elliot would now call his one purpose his one purpose. He resolved he would act on his one purpose the eve of his twenty-third birthday allowing himself to continue building strength and promising himself he would be free of James on his actual birthday.

Is So Unfair Cycle 6

Elliot seethed and raged inside the prison of his body which he would have called his prison body if only he could still do the calling things he called calling things.

It took some months before Elliot came to terms that the poking he wanted to call the poking was James having sex with his asshole. At first Elliot tried to convince himself the discomfort of the poking was just another one of the many medical discomforts that he had to endure. Like the tubes that went other places were uncomfortable, but even the catheter which Elliot despised did not garner the hate Elliot now held for James.

James had been using Elliot as a self warming sex doll for some months. Elliot willed that something else was the case, some days it was that this was just how he pooped now. Other days he willed that this was how convalescing members of the aristocracy were cleaned. Elliot resented the fact that James no longer pretended to be a girl, but he told himself that the kisses from James were fatherly in a way that his Dad was not and motherly in a way that was still better than Soumaya. At least James had seemed to care.

The day Elliot could pretend no more was the day James got brave.

James brought over the old friends from their WoW days. As Elliot watched in the general direction James and the friends whose names had been force out of Elliot's brain by his all consuming hate for James, James started boasting about Elliot in all the ways that those subhuman pigs who got the girls talked about the unfair ways they got girls.

He talked about how having Elliot around was like a realdoll except the realdoll moved more, but still ahving a warm place to stick his dick was nice. Elliot though he could hate James no more. Elliot's will had focus once again. And then things got still more unfair for Elliot.

James offered his Asian Angel Baby fuckdoll to the friends as a bit of recreation. Earlier, when James was alone with Elliot he had been gentle. Perhaps James suspected a bit of Elliot was still inside his fuckdoll and that Elliot would not approve. Gangbangs being as they are, machismo ruled amongst the young men and they made weak little invalid Elliot their dirty whore, and this time Elliot knew it.

With nothing left but will, Elliot was determined that James would suffer for his crimes against Elliot Rodgers of the most distinguished English aristocracy.

And then Elliot closed his eyes.

Is So Unfair Cycle 5

Life was so unfair for Elliot. He was now rich and yet could do nothing with his being rich, which he would call being rich if only he could.

After only a week of moving Elliot in James gave up on the being a girl business. Who, with a half Asian Angel Baby model of the British aristocracy needs to pretend. Not only could Elliot not reject James he was making James a fortune. James wiggled out only a measly half million United States dollars from the families of the girls for traumatizing him out of his transwomanhood no one else would settle and James didn't have time to go to court. At least not when Elliot was a tort goldmine. It didn't matter who James approached for their past crimes against his Angel Baby, as soon as their insurance company saw a quadriplegic in a common law gay marriage they settled.

As the months went on and James continued to milk Elliot's prostate with direct electric shocks something funny happened. Elliot's convulsions were getting stronger and he was putting on quite a bit of muscle tone. More than he had before those last girls were so mean…

Is So Unfair Cycle 4

What happened to poor Elliot was very unfortunate. The girl's declaration that Elliot and James were "fucking faggots" sent the two into rages for very different reasons. Elliot resented being called a faggot and James was angry zhe hadn't got to fuck Elliot yet. Having been acquitted zhe still hadn't got to fuck Elliot, not quite yet.

Poor Elliot had charged at the mean girls who had always been so unfair to him, hoping perhaps to push them off the ledge. James however had wheels where Elliot had only will. James grabbed a concrete park bench, the sort with some old Jew's family paid the park district to place and in exchange for keeping the park payola solvent the family got to place their late relative's name and picture in memoriam. James swung the bench into the melee not thinking to realize Elliot was part of the tangle. Two girls and one Elliot hit the ground. James rage grew hotter as zhe tamped each girl's head flush with the pavement using zher concrete memorial of murder.

The girls went on to the cemetery, their caskets closed the whole journey. James went briefly to jail and then to trial where he was acquitted for exercising prudent self defense according to California standards which account for hate speech. And poor, insignificant Elliot lived.

Elliot had been non-verbal since the incident. Elliot had also been immobile. Will truly was without wheels now.

James first swing of the bench struck Elliot's Atlas bone. These 18 months later the doctors were just becoming confident Elliot's autonomic nervous system was sufficiently intact to keep Elliot alive without machines. Elliot was even almost continent some days. There however was no medical hope that Elliot would move a muscle on his own volition again.

And so James came to meet Elliot's parents and their lawyer at the hospital in order to take guardianship over Elliot. James now had two weeks to furnish a residence that could accommodate Elliot's medical condition, and furnish James did. Only the finest leather swings and a massage table adjustable hospital bed hybrid perfect for buggering small weak little Elliot.

And thus life was so unfair to James. James not only won Elliot, zhe had won zherself the best possible Elliot for zher purposes. An Elliot how could never again reject James unconditional love for zher new Angel baby.

And Elliot never again called anything an anything.

Is So Unfair Cycle 3

James' lawyer addressed the crowd of reporters after being acquitted: "As the Jury affirmed my client acted purely in self defense against two bigoted transphobes. What happened to poor Elliot is a tragedy that could have been avoided if only James did not have physically defend zherself and zher partner against the words of these monsters."

James had just been acquitted of homicide. This being California the Jury also declined to convict under manslaughter charges. James was free to be.

Now just had to go to the hospital to see Elliot and meet with his parent's attorney.

Soon he would have everything.