That was just a crazy conspiracy theory when people were talking about it, but now it was a reality. Everything had been changed from the top down. Pr...sident, governor, mayor, police. None of those titles existed anymore. Empress, baroness, countess and imperial enforcers were the titles we had to use now.The enforcers were walking the streets in patrols, at least two on every corner. All enforcers were at least six-foot-five with muscles large enough to rip me in half. That was a silver lining. ”Those of the female persuasion can be a bit bossy, can’t they?“We will.”Froggy and I, as was our custom, quickly stripped and raced each other to completion. That accomplished, we didn’t do what kids all over KC were doing — playing video games. No, we settled in on the couch to play Director; the two of us being seasoned movie buffs.Taking turns, one names a movie and the other must ID the Director — not an exercise for any but the most knowledgeable. We kept score too — Trish always checked. He _was_ a woman.Achmed wanted to cry, and even that impulsive reaction maddened him. He knew he should want to strike out, to retaliate. Instead, the hormones and his hypnotic 'conditioning' had made his first reaction one of a woman - tears. His whole being betrayed everything that he'd believed in and had been."How did you do this?" Achmed asked in a tiny voice."Simple, really," his captor replied. "I already told you about your voice. Well, the same toxin was injected into some of your. He sucked the two dudes. Before long, he was being spit roasted. Mo was in his big round butt first while he gave E a blowjob. They switched positions a few times. Francis was humming with dick in his mouth. Mo and E were talking shit.“Damn, faggit,” Mo said. “You takin’ dis big dick!”“Yeah! This li’l midget faggit can handle some dick,” E stated.“Look at dis big ol’ ass shake, mane!”“Hell yeah! He built like a li’l bitch! Let me get back dere!”Thirty minutes or so later, both guys busted on.