A Private Mind Scape

The next morning Dasher got up looking more like a blonde with big hooters as she looked around for Slate.

“Where’s that damn Helm Head!!” Said Dasher as he looked around to find Slate as he saw him cooking a wild horse on a fire..

“You!!!”

“Please…. I’m kinda— Owwww!!!” He said as he got hit square in the face by Dasher..

“This is all your fault!!”

“My Fault, great another bad joke of yours!!”

“Well it’s true!”

“Look, all of you had a choice to go on with your boring little guild adventure lives, but noooo, you had to be all stubborn and go after that idiotic adventurer of yours!!!”

“Darrius!!”

“I know his name you fool, now why don’t you try and use mine now!!!”

“Fine…. S… S…. Ohhh dammit it’s so hard to pro….. say!”

“Ahhh looks like that swords finally giving you mental damage!”

“Dammit…. Why couldn’t that magic work on you!”

“Because my Helm protects me from any curses that effect my mentality, and I have knowledge over several forms of cure magic available to me!”

“How the hell do you like have something like that!!”

“Hmm…. How to explain to a soon to be dumb blonde…… ahhhh!!”

Slate got up and held Dasher by the head..

“What are you like doing?”

“Close your eyes, I’ll tell you when you can open them!” He said as Dasher did as she was told..

Slate took off The All Seeing Helm and placed it onto her head.

“Alright open them and try not to jerk around too much!” He said as Dasher opened them as he saw through the world like normal as he looked at Slate covering his face..

“I’d like to consult with those before me!!” Said Slate as the Helm lit up and saw Dasher a weird black void…

“What like is this place?” Asked Dasher looking around confused as a few people came out with robes on…

“What is this?!” Said Dasher as he looked around at them confused

The robed men took off their robes to reveal very old men and women as many more gathered around her as suddenly she felt herself trapped…

“Slate…. This isn’t funny let me out…. LET ME OUT!!!”

Back in the real World..

“You should feel lucky Dasher!” Said Slate as he put the Helm back on his head as her body laid on the ground cold..

“Most of us have to live with our mistakes, but you…. Can be fucked by them!!” He said as he carried his hollow body..

Dasher was **** to fucked by many weird robed men through the ass as she kneel before them all…

Each cock tasted so wrinkly and filled with mostly year old sperm..

“God this tastes like so terrible!!” Said Dasher as she **** to feel old cocks in her tight asshole…

She felt more old cum being unloaded into his young girly body as her belly increased in size as she so desperately wanted it all out of her system but found herself physically unable to cum..

She groaned and moaned as she did her best to struggle only for her whole mind to zap away as the curse finished taking her over…

The First Bearer of the Helm came before Dasher as he pulled out a giant wrinkly cock and shoved it up her mouth as it extended through it and to her asshole..

She felt herself going to cough on the long stretchy cock that extended through her entire body as he kept her on his long cock as an Onahole..

This was the end of Dasher, the end of a hero who would forever remain trapped inside Slates Helm as he continued to do his evil deeds…

Bad Heroic End.)

Slate continues on with his quest to seek more Artefacts as he carried Dasher’s lifeless body..

“Hope you love the new present I’ve got for you all, it’s the least I can do for all of you living forever with no entertainment or anything but your own knowledge!” Said Slate as he placed Dashers body onto the ground as he looked at it..

“Now what to do with this lifeless husk!” Said Slate

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