The 7 Tests of Trothgard (with apols to Mr S Donaldson)

He was the greatest hero of the land, know from horizon to horizon as Baghoon the Undefeatable. He was chosen by the council of firsts to be the man to deliver salvation to the endangered people of the Land. Lord Kasreyn, arch-mage of the Demondim spawn was casting envious eyes over the green and fecund home of the peoples of Vespers, Baghoon’s homeland. Raiding parties had already spread devestation in the North and it was only a metter of time before the hordes would descend upon the Land.

The council implored Baghoon to take on the onerous task of defeating the foul Kesreyn.

‘Do not fear, my people, for you, for the love of my fellow man, I will accept the sacred trust you have given me. Though the test of the seven has been tried a million times before without success, you may rest easy that I, Baghoon the Invincible, will deliver peace to our fair Land,  I will cleve Lord Kesryn’s head from his shoulders in the name of truth, freedom and harmony.

He strode forth smugly, the cheers of thousands ringing in his ears.

The Dolewind  had tried to blind him with lacerating sand - he wrapped cloth around his eyes and trusted in his Gods.

The Peak of the Fire Lions threw its worst at him, but his swiftness saw him pass.

Lifeswaller the Great Swamp tried to pull him under, but he captured and rode a giant swamp serpent acroos its vastness.

The three headed sand-gorgon he slayed from right beneath its belly.

The riddles of the Gaurdian of Helmut were answered with a laugh of scorn so easy were they.

The Falling Fist of Satansheart was too cumbersome to overtrouble him, so fleet were his feet.

The last test approached; cross the Hall of Silence deep in the Bowells of The Grieve, at the very heart of Lord Kasreyns’ warrens. The Hall posed no threat to such as him, despite the dire warnings of the ‘Curse of the Barby’ that protected them. He inched closer to his goal, his feet wrapped in oiled clothes, his armour discarded, for he was no fool.Then.........

*Attcchhhhooooooo*

‘Oh bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger  thought our hero, swiftly followed by ‘At least I didn’t break a nail’ and ‘Oh, hi guys, my what big swords you all have!’    

Candice

David started waking up, god he felt awful, his chest was tight and the sheet must be wrapped round his legs he thought. Through the grogginess

He replayed last night. Home from work, dinner with his wife Stephanie, then he was just so tired he could barely walk upstairs to bed. He glanced at the clock, it read 17.50 - he had slept almost 24 hours!. Then he caught sight of himself in the mirror!

‘So, you are awake at last then David, good. Bit confused and lost are we? Well you just shut up and lets have a chat about ‘Candice’ shall we?

‘I can explain Steph, listen…’

‘Shut the hell up David. Actually Candice is better considering how you look right now. A few nights ago I saw an unusual entry on the search history, you know what it was? ‘Course you do. It was ‘hypnoslutlounge’. ’The chatroom for naughty girls to play with masterful hypnotists, enter and be prepared to lose yourself’.

‘Steph, let me ….’

I also found a new messenger account, namely ‘naughtyC’ - you really should be more imaginative with your passwords dear- and the logs are quite full. You have been a chatty girl Candice. Seems that you like to be a bit of a slut and you just love having your orgasms controlled, don’t you? Bit odd though Candice, that it seems it is the men you are attracted to, and how attracted you are! So far I have found 5 men who you sucked off in chat and 2 who did you up the ass, I’m sure there are more, but I ‘No! I havn’t finished! And guess what else I find when I start looking? Why I find a haven’t read all the logs yet, and I lost count of the amount of ’Masters’. But you know the biggest shock? The one that made all this inevitable? Well darling, sending pictures of me to these guys, now that was a teeny bit wrong of you I think. If any of them find their way into the public domain I will cut your balls off and make you eat them, understand’?

‘It’s not what you th…’

‘Now Candice, this is what is going to happen now. You will continue using the site, but only when I am present ( I have changed the passwords by the way), and you will be dressed like you are now, and you will chat away like you do, doing what you always did, but this time when they ask for video chats you will be happy to agree.  I’ve helped with the orgasm control as well, your cock is well and truly locked tight away, and you will never find the key. If it looks fun, I may join myself, after all a girl needs a bit of sex occasionally, and I’m really not interested in lesbian sex, so that counts you out. See? I can be understanding and generous.

Me and Mrs Jones

Re-education

The government of BangBangDuc eventually bowed to internation pressure and abolished the death penalty for drug smuggling. They were still determined, though, to appear extremely tough on these people praying on peoples' misery. The compromise was debated and passed through parliament. Both men and women smugglers were given life sentances with an element of re-education in the hope they could be re-introduced to the community. The scheme was ground-breaking and other countries were watching developements closely.

Here is Robert Harrison, re-educated and now working as a translator to the BangBangDuc delegation at the UNited Nations. He still, naturally, is serving 'life'

*NEWSFLASH* ........ Figures released earlier today by the government of BangBangDuc show an increase of 65% in attempted drug smuggling into the country.....more details to follow.......

The Team part 4

Right Steven, lets go about getting you laid, ok?

Mmm, Please Miss Angela, that’s soo needed

I believe it, what name are you using and what have you typed so far?

‘Dirty minded fuck-puppet to use as you wish, I’m Linzi, and I just want to please all you lovely guys out there, the larger the better. I adore being used and humiliated, I have been practising oral and can take up to 8 inches now! E-mail me and tell me how you would use and abuse me please’ she read.

That’s very good Linzi, you really are eager to please, aren’t you? Now, add your e-mail and real name and give me the password to the account like a good sissy

Yes Miss Angela, and yes, I do want to please the men so much!

Believe me Linzi, you can get off now on knowing that soon you will pleasing an awful lot of people, especially me. Am I kind, or am I kind dear?

Miss Angela, you are the kindest person I have ever met! I don’t know how to thank you for showing me what I really was

I’m sure I will get my reward later sweetie. But just now its ‘sleepy time’

World's Best

 Sorry the lack of sex, violence, gore, boobs of cutting wit - Just had to get something off my chest. If anybody recognizes themselves in the following, then I am most humbly sorry in advance, and will naturally recompense for any offense caused. Oh, and why are you looking at TG sites by the way?        

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After yet another unsuccessful season Chelchester City owner Vladimar Marx had had enough, he called  leaders from sports pshycooigy fields, geneticists, heath and fitness experts, hypnotherapists and behavioural trainers, along with his coaches and manager to a secret meeting.

Ladies and gentlemen, enough is enough! I have put £100 million pounds into this football club, and for what? I tell you for what for nothing! Well no more! You hear me? You, leaders in your fields will produce the perfect footballer. His physique, mental acuity, skill level, desire, stamina and understanding of the game will he unsurpassed among today’s players. In short, gentlemen and ladies, you will build for me the worlds’ best footballer. You will have unrivalled facilities and limitless financial resources.  I will see Chelchester on top of the world!!

Six months of intensive worked followed. A prototype footballer, Terry Cole, was produced who was unerringly accurate with his shooting, aware without looking where his teammates were positioned, had a limitless capacity to run, always maintained his balance, was immune to panic, had increased physical strength and followed his managers orders precisely. A film of him in private training was sent to Vladimir, who was immeasurably impressed with what he saw. He arranged to visit the 'Academy of Excellence' where the player was produced.

        

He looked down in the medical lab, wires measuring his heart rate, breathing and mental activity. Well, he looks the part certainly, but any advantage he gives us will be lost if other clubs find out our little 'training methods', will he be able to blend in with other players and be accepted as a normal, if much better, player? Will he fit in?

Oh yes Mr Marx, he has had implanted certain thought patterns that are prevalent in other top players , a similar vocabulary and we have given him interests that will integrate him seamlessly.

Good. Well, unplug him and wake him up and let us speak to our new 'signing'.

Good day Mr Cole, how are you?

'oh, right.Hi, like, well, yeah I'm ok, yeah.Good. Like as I was saying, I mean, on the whole, at the end of the day, Im ok, one match at a time, know what I mean? well, y'know eager like, to get y'know stuck in, with the lads, right, thats what I was saying, y;know. Hey! who's the crumpet? Hiya darling, fancy a shag? no? well piss off then ,allright? Yeah, y'now, some birds eh? Well, plenty of others aint there, bit of a slag anyway I spose, know what I mean? Is the gaffer here, I wanna new contract, y'now £150,000 a week is a bloody insult like man. Slave wages that is, know what I mean. Anybody seen me Rolls? I left it in the disabled space, as you do, like. Vlad mate, know to any y'know, good stripclubs 'round here'.

Vladimir turned to the assembled experts. 'Yes, he will fit in perfectly perfectly'

The Gatecrashers

          Jesus, how the hell do you walk in these things? I'm going to break my bloody ankle!
         
          Look, I'm having trouble too, but you don't hear me complaining do you Darren ?, I told you I could
          make you look like a bird with the spell, but it only does appearance, not skills, not minds understand?
          Now behave or the girls will get suspicious.

          Ok Bernie, and I thank you, I really do, but I can't hardly walk! And this bloody thong is cutting me in
          half!

          You chose the outfit you tart, try to act ladylike will you, you are drawing attention to us. And stop 
           scratching your groin, it's disgusting.

           Sorry Bern, you're right, lets get a beer shall we?

           A beer? Are you like a total idiot? White wine for me please. Damn, you men are so uncouth.

           Are you ok Bern, you sound a bit funny?

           Er, I'm not really sure actually sweetie, be a love and get me that wine please, I need to powder my 
           nose.


         

Bully

'When are you going to wake him Stella' ?

          'Very soon now, I don't want the guy to cum in his mouth'.

       'What? Are you going soft? Remember all the times he bullied    
       us, you can't let him get away that lightly'

       'I'm not going soft Jade, I'm going to let him remember who he
       is, and let that shock register. But I'm not going to remove the 
       cock addiction, the guy will still get to cum. I think you will          
       find the shame he feels becoming a cock-loving jock will be 
       delicious'.

       'Hehe, you really are a bitch Stella darling'
       

       
       

Mesmero

It was just too easy,  Mesmero wondered how, with super-hero’s like these two, the world was not being controlled by the criminal underworld already. The girl who had ‘escaped’ from his lair had been programmed completely before her dash to freedom. The poor girl actually thought she was helping to bring him down when she contacted these losers.  They had responded exactly as he hoped - they assumed with their super-powers they could catch him themselves, without the aid of the police or other services. The poor, deluded glory hunters!

When his HQ was plunged into darkness he knew Dr Power and his pathetic sidekick Pulse were on the premises, and had used their control of electricity to their advantage.  He put some of the girls from the stable to work on the treadmill. The electric duo could try all they might, they could not disrupt good old-fashioned horse power without physically stopping his girls. 

There was enough power to run the subliminals and slowly spinning lights of the facility. When the time was right and Mesmero judged the duo were sufficiently weak to resist him, he confronted them. Try as they might, and they tried so hard, they couldn’t resist his words, they understood they were defeated and that they should listen to Mesmero to find out what they should do. They realized quite quickly that being super-hero’s was a stupid idea; that with people as powerful and intelligent as their new Master in control the world would be a better place. The two desperately wanted to prove worthy of Him and assist in both his plans and his ‘relaxation’.

Lot 565

And now we come to lot 565. Designated as 'Krystal Summers' when collected by the 3rd life aquisition party. Characteristics include total submissiveness, roleplay expertise, desire for constant improvement and high libido level. All readings suggest the human power source of this Lot will continue running for between 55 and 65 Cycles before it is decommisioned. The independant report from the Organic Origionator Monitors is now being displayed on screen. It comes with a 5 cycle warranty. There is a reserve on this item. Who will start the bidding at £2000 credits?

3rd life was proving  extremely popular amongst the role players of Earth, the Dominion had used their advanced technology to make downloading and participating in the game quite simple. All the humans supplied was fresh avatars. The Dominion with their breeding being controlled by computer, had evolved into a homogeneous race with few distinguishing features. The beings created out of earthlings' imaginations had opened up entire new avenues of pleasure for them, the variety on offer quite astounding. Succubus sentries would monitor from within the game the avatars while the creators were scanned for signs of health, vitality and approximate life span. The sentries would lead the chosen to a pleasure pen and heold them there while the game, and the pathway back to the hosts body, was removed from the computer.Peter Jones, lot 565's creator would survive, although his higher brain functions would be retained on 'her' side of the divide, leaving the husk behind. Peter became the latest case for an increasingly baffled medical community. Up to now over 500 cases like his had been reported worldwide.

The Team (part 3)

'You look ravishing, hold it there'.

*snap*

'mmmm, ravishing' he thought, 'what a lovely word'. He couldnt believe how lucky he was having such a lovely lady to tell him how to behave and what was right to think, and what was wrong. Being her slave was such a small price to pay for what she gave him.

'Good boy, now lets get this page finished. What is your name here again'?

'Gloria Goodlay Miss'.

'ok Glorious Gloria, lets get you introduced then. ''Hi to all gay guys everywhere! My name is Gloria Goodlay, I'm a really girly gay fag. Pink is my fav colour, and I'm a blonde. I love petticoats and heels and looking totally scrumptious for my man. I like dressing up as a mincing maid and hope some day to be taken on as a housemaid by somebody who likes having his cock polished and cleaned!  If you want to get in touch then please send me an e-mail at Johnpullcot@gmail.com. and mark it FAO Gloria, so I know to look my best when I open it.'

Angela smiled ay him, she thought the e-mail was a nice touch. it was an account she had opened in his name, so she would get to answer his post.  'Well done Gloria, I bet you feel better now people can see what a hot girly boi you are. I'm sure you will get loads of offers'.

'Yes Miss, I feel really excited, I hope I get loads of responses'.

'Dear, you deserve lots have lots of gays after you. Now get your secret picture up on the screen it is reward time.'

He put the picture of a massive cock on to the screen and started licking it, little moans of pleasure escaping his lips. Ten minutes later, cleaned up and dressed as John, she left him doing his homework, as he thought he had been doing all night.

comma

Ive had enough of looking at the title here and the glaring mistake of the missing comma.   

'this, that, plenty of the other' from now on.

The Team (pt 2)

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The Team (pt 1)

Take the picture Candi , like a good boy

*snap*

Well done! You are a good boy! What do good boys do?

Good boys obey Miss

Thats right, and you are such a good boy.  What is your new profile name?

Candi Luvcock Miss

Well done!  You are doing so well Candi.  What does Candi like most?

Candi loves to suck cocks Miss

Excellent! Good boy. Now write your hobby into your profile.  And who’s cocks would Candi really like to suck most?

The school soccer team Miss.  

     

Thats right Candi, you are making Miss very proud. Type that onto your profile.  You spelt that name wrong Candi – are you thinking of sucking their lovely cocks again?

Yes Miss, sorry Miss.

Relax, don’t worry Candi.  Miss understands. Now, you need to introduce yourself on your profile, don’t you? What shall we say about Candi?

I don’t know Miss, sorry.

Do not worry, Miss will help you, like she always does. Type  ‘my real name is Tony Banks, but I prefer Candi Luvcock . I am a gay sissy fag whore  who loves other sissy fag cocks. I want to do the school soccer team one after the other. If you want to use a gay sissy fag please message me’

Angela watched as the poor boy typed away, he looked determined to not make any more mistakes, because that would let down Miss.

Finished? Good boy. Now e-mail me the password to the profile, then delete the mail, understand?

Yes Miss.

Good boy, you have made Miss very proud tonight, you deserve a reward. Take your cock out and play until you cum, you can think about the team as you do.

She watched the lust fill his eyes as he eagerly masturbated. She saw that when he came he aimed the spurt towards his mouth. Well, I didn’t teach him that! Maybe Candi made that decision for him. She smiled, if the false persona she had implanted into him was growing without her aid this could end up really interesting!  Angela gave him his final orders for the night, he undressed and gave her the clothes and wig, then went to the bathroom to clean the makeup off. While he was out of the room she deleted all records of his visit to the site. She had a note of all his passwords and account names, and had made sure he would not remember their chat tonight, just like all the other chats they had had over the last few days.  One down 12 to go, she thought. The soccer team were such a bunch of arsehole bigoted sexist pigs and had given Angela and her girlfriend nothing but grief all year.  All 13 profiles would be opened on the same day in just a few weeks. And as an added bonus, she had implanted a trigger into him for future use.

Traci just stood there, idly thinking of what she always thought of. Sex, clothes ,cocks,  makeup and more sex.

Traci was quite happy.

 The medical men at the clinic had said she had suffered over-exposure to some sort of chemical stuff that she didn’t understand.  She didn’t care because they were cute and looked sooo hot in their white coats. Traci liked men in uniform. Come to think of it, she liked men out of uniform more. She giggled at that clever thought. They had dropped her off here at the club, and told her to have fun. She did wonder, but not for long, who the medical men were and where the clinic was. She soon got bored of that though, she had more important things to think of. 

Like sex, clothes ,cock,  makeup and more sex. 

Gaining Confidence

Christopher had always lacked confidence. He wasn’t athletic, overly smart or good-looking. He had been turned down by all the girls he had tried to chat up. He was despairing of ever getting laid – the girls sensed his lack of self-belief and just didn’t want to know him. He was a loser.

The pop-up on his computer seemed just the ticket.   ‘Be the life and soul of the party! Be the one everybody wants to know! Lose those feelings of inadequacy!  Learn to love yourself and get a whole new life!  Don’t be lonely, be You!!  Do all this in the comfort of your own home. Easy monthly payment terms available visit loki.com and find out what you have been missing.

Hell, I’ll give it a go, he thought – what have I got to lose?

For 6 months he locked himself away, studying the ‘Pathway to the new you’ guide, listening to the files, doing the exercises, following all the little tips the course sent his way and sending off for the various vitamin pills that were suggested by the course. Slowly at first his confidence in himself grew, and as it did so did his eagerness to visit the site. He would spend whole weekends at the keyboard, reading, listening and absorbing the lessons, taking his vitamins and visiting the on-line shops the site pushed.  After the 6 months Chrissie felt the time had come. Tonight was the big night – he was going out to a bar ( the site had thoughtfully included  a list of clubs he would enjoy visiting) and he would show them just how confident he was!

He took the photo the site told him too, sent it in and looked in the mirror. ‘looking good Chrissie, my, going to be popular tonight girl’!

Getting A Future

Lisa looked on it as a public service,  her way of making the country just that little bit better and happier, and getting ‘her girls’ a future of sorts.

The escort agency she had started had struggled to keep her in the style she wanted, and there was a lack of ladies willing to put up with the irregular hours, the often boring men,  and the expectation that ‘extras’ were, in fact, not extra at all but expected.

Driving along one day she had seen a hitch-hiker and an idea formed. There were processes and treatments that could supply her with just the type of women she needed, and there must be hundreds, if not thousands of men out there who would jump at the chance of a bit of hospitality and a comfortable bed for a while. Men with no ties, no family and no future prospects. Well, Lisa would help them out. She would clean and clothe them, make them presentable, take them off the streets and give some reason to their existence.

 Many jumped at the chance, and those that she thought showed promise were invited to join a training program designed specifically for the ‘hospitality trade’.  Lisa couldn’t believe the trouble most of them had accepting they had a role to play in society – after all she was doing for them! – but Lisa wasn’t grumbling. She had learnt that those that fought hardest also became her most eager students eventually.

Lance here had been addicted to drugs and had lost everything. He was still into drugs – though of a different variety, and now Lisa was working on giving him a new addiction. 

Oh yes, Lance showed promise. Lisa wondered idly about his new name while the training continued....

A deal's a deal

Dave felt awkward, exposed and very silly.  Damn, he loved his sister, but she could be a nasty and vindictive swine when she put her mind to it. He owed her big-time at the moment. She could ruin his plans and future if she told their parents about him cheating on his exams. They wouldn’t stump up fees if they knew he had done that.

‘look sis, I know I said I would do anything you said for 24 hours if you kept quiet, but remember that finishes at midnight, so we leave then, ok?

‘ok, ok, no need to remind me Dave. Midnight it is – until then you are Danielle, a friend from out of town here just for the party.  What do you have to do if anybody hits on you’?

Dave felt awkward, exposed and very silly.  Damn, he loved his sister, but she could be a nasty swine when she put her mind to it. He owed her big-time at the moment. She could ruin his plans and future if she told their parents about him cheating on his exams. They wouldn’t stump up fees if they knew he had done that.

‘look sis, I know I said I would do anything you said for 24 hours if you kept quiet, but remember that finishes at midnight, so we leave then, ok?

‘ok, ok, no need to remind me Dave. Midnight it is – until then you are Danielle, a friend from out of town here just for the party.  What do you have to do if anybody hits on you’?

'Ha'! she thought, 'he isnt getting off that lightly'. Her camera was in her bag, and soon 'Danielle' would be visiting more often, getting a facebook profile and becoming  a real  party girl. No doubt about it, Danielle was going to be much more fun than Dave.

Hello Stranger

 Somebody actually looked at my blog!. I will try to keep my ego under control (us authors can get up our own bums sometimes, don't you know? Anyway, any comments would be nice - even if they are to tell me to stick to serving beer.  Got to run, I'm off to search for an agent.

Crime and Punishment

By the year 2015 Britain had had enough of the increasing violence that blighted it’s streets. The drug and biker gangs and organised syndicates had been fighting for control of the major cities and it didn’t seem to matter how many they locked up, the murders, rapes, thefts, organised prostitution of unwilling girls and corruption continued unabated.

The 2015 Crime, Punishment and Re-Education Bill conceived by the new Prime Minister Antonia Blah received Royal Consent and so the fightback started.

With sweeping new powers at their command, the authorities cracked down hard on the criminal gangs, with the full backing of the innocent public. Crime figures dropped alarmingly as the number of convicted felons multiplied. The solution to an unsustainable number of criminals to lock up in prison was where the ‘Re-education’ section of the bill came into play.

Aggresive and anti-social tendencies were removed by intensive electro-shock therapy, hypnotherapy and a strict but short training period. Geneticists and Britains renowned pharmaceutical companies had come up with new drugs to assist in the training.

The cost was negligible – prostitution became a recognised and legal activity, paying taxes and using the old, redundant prisons as registered brothels.The proceeds of crime were seized immediately, with international cooperation to grant access to offshore accounts. Some of the guilty were exported or leased to private citizens. The scheme was self-financing within 5 years.

Here we see DC, Ozzy and Nic-Nac, the three leaders of a notorious London cartel convicted of corruption, deception, theft, tax evasion and abuse of power. They are in training attire and will be productive members of society in a few days.  Ozzy and Nic-Nac are heading off to HM Brothel Wandsworth. DC already has the tattoos that are the branding of his new owner on his body.