
Princess’s pets continued to wander around the vast wasteland left buy the devastation brought on by those chat chumps who constantly enter the chat rooms only to piss off the Mistresses. The world as we know it will never be the same and chat pretenders, bitches and sissies alike would fight over the limited amount of resources left in the desert like-badlands…
BillyBear was the only one of us who was prepared for the sun and constant winds we would face. We all wished we had a hat like his to protect our faces from the devastating rays of the desert sun.


Jemmie begins to freak! “What’s wrong jemmie?” pantysue asks. “What’s wrong, you want to know what’s wrong? 50 freaking days, that’s what’s wrong! And we may never see Princess again!”
OMG… i have only been caged for a week, but realize that my key, jemmie’s key… heck all of our keys are draped around Princesses beautiful neck and we are here in the middle of a lost world… and even more lost without our keys to freedom.

Instantly i knew what i must do… pantysue road sissy must use that driving talent he had learned behind the wheel of her mean pink driving machine to get this gas tanker to Princess! And with the help of billy, jem, banky and pet we were going to do it! Lucky pet volunteers to be our scout… and off he rides on his bike to make sure the roads are safe.
We begin to roll the tanker out only to find the chat chumps are waiting for us… and they have taken lucky pet prisoner. These guys are really mean… and if it weren’t for our burning desire to save our Princess (and get the freaking keys back) we might not have been able to overpower these bad boys. Princess would be proud of Her pets though. We fought and scratched and clawed like any good bitch would fight, and well into the night. It became difficult to tell who was who having only bankyboo’s glowing stomach to show the way.


When we finally arrive back to the tanker we discover that billy, banky and jem had fought off the rest of the chumps. It was time to get the gasoline to the cottage and save our Princess. i climbed behind the wheel and tried to fire up the motor, but it wouldn’t turn over. “Give it some more gas” billy shouted. i tried again, but no luck. “i know a little about motors” says jemmie, “let me climb underneath and see if i can figure it out.”

Will jemmie get free? Will the pets get the gas to Princess, and will they finally get their freedom again. Stay tuned…
TO BE CONTINUED