Message-ID: <15886eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 1 of 16 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: The Phantom By Waldo All rights reserved by the Author. This parody of The Phantom and supporting characters (Diana, Hero, etc.) isn't intended to claim ownership of The Phantom character. All comic characters in these stories are the property of their respective publishers. No profit is made from their usage in this story by the author and this story can't be distributed by any site or individual for their profit. This is an adult story. If you're not an adult, don't read any Futher. This is a transgender story where I concentrate more On the story than on the body switch aspects. The Phantom By Waldo Chapter 1 - Life in Skull Cave The unmistakable sound of an ax biting into solid wood kept vibrating loudly through the jungle, echoing off the centuries old trees that populated this deep, dark remote area of the African jungle. As the almost completely nude, elderly male pigmy slowly walked down the trail, the repeating "chunk" sounds kept getting louder as he approached the clearing. Pushing a large, hanging-down leaf away with his ancient, hand-carved walking staff, the native stepped into the clearing, finding the reason for his late afternoon search. In the center of the African jungle clearing, stood an American. It was obvious not only from the clothes, but also from the general stance. While the native men dressed in a simple loincloth and the native women wore a simple cloth wrapped around the waist, those weird Americans preferred to wear long trousers and long-sleeved khaki shirts, regardless of their gender. This American's shirtsleeves were rolled up and a bandanna wrapped around the forehead to catch the dripping sweat from the aggressive wood chopping. The shirt back was dark with a big, wet sweat stain. The pigmy grinned a toothless smile to himself; as the ax-bearer lined up a new two-foot-long clump of wood on the cutting block. Then with one practiced swing, raised the ax high in the air, expertly bringing the ax firmly dead center into the upended chunk of wood. The whack of the ax biting into the wood sounded loud within the echo of the surrounding jungle, almost drowning out the grunting sound of the ax-swinger. The ax-swinger grunted once as the ax was pulled up, lifting the chunk of wood with the ax still partially buried in it. The chunk of wood with the embedded ax kept rising until it was almost directly over the woodchopper's head, then with a second loud grunt, the wood came rushing back at the chopping block. A loud thud sounded as the weight of the wood helped bury the ax-head deeper into the wood. A third loud grunt filled the air as the wood was quickly hoisted high again. This time as the wood smashed against the chopping block, the thud sound was supplemented with a creaking sound as the hammering ax cleaved the wood block into two halves; completely drowning out the fourth loud grunt. "I wish that my oldest son could use an ax the way that you do. I would never worry about my campfire going out," cried the old man in his creaking, ancient voice. The woodchopper's head turned quickly at the first unexpected syllable, knowing too well that the jungle can be a dangerous place. Seeing only the familiar old man leaning on his ancient walking stick, the woodchopper ran a slender hand through the thick lock of dark hair hanging down over her forehead before replying in her pleasant soprano voice revealing a distinctly American accent. "Chopping wood is the only thing that I've found out here in this desolate jungle, to keep my tennis muscles from turning flabby. I wish that I could convince Kit to put in a tennis court close to the cave. I've got to do something to stay in shape or I'll be bigger than your third wife soon." Old man Mozz, the storyteller, smiled at the attractive woman holding the ax. She was the former Diane Palmer, who was now Diana Walker, the wife of The Phantom. >From the pigmy's four foot, three inches tall perspective, she was a giantess at five foot two inches tall. She was dark-haired, favoring the current American hairstyle parted in the middle, which curled about the shoulders. She normally tied her long hair back into a ponytail or wore it in a tight bun when she was exercising, but today, she had let it hang free. Her hair, a rich auburn, flowed thick and rich down the nape of her neck. She was an extremely beautiful, fair-skinned aristocratic young, woman with piercing brown eyes, long dark hair, flashing eyes, and a small, upturned nose over a sensual, voluptuous mouth that looked to be perfect - for either blowing a gentle kiss to her love or wrapping around her man's cock. Her large brown eyes could cause a man to get lost in the dark pools of limpid mystery. Even covered with all the current American fashionable clothes, it was obvious that she had a gorgeous body. The tiny waist, full rounded ass, and big beautiful, firm breasts, that shook and bounced with every little move she made, was very evident; even with the jungle clothes covering most of her perfectly proportioned, lithe body. Her American upbringing was the only reason that she declined to dress native which would reveal her naked body. Although she had a fabulously feminine body, she was also very strong and firmly muscled under her smooth flesh. A few lucky men had seen her `charms' while she bathed in the waterfall. The men talked among themselves about her full breasts with the large nipples. Her frequent walks through the village wearing shorts, revealed her beautiful legs to many a grinning pigmy man. Turning back around to the chopping block, she gave one hard tug on the ax, pulling the ax free, causing her bra-less breasts to jiggle from side to side under the soaked khaki shirt that had molded to her body. She picked up an oily rag and began cleaning the ax as she walked toward the old man whom she knew had come after her to bring her back home. Looking up at the sky, she realized that it would be almost dark when they got back to the village. As she approached him, he turned so he could lead the way down the path letting her follow him, knowing that it would dishonor him if she walked by his side. Even though she was an American and the wife of The Phantom, she was still just a woman. As a woman, she wasn't considered the equal of any of the village men. She knew that the old man didn't consider her to be inferior, but if she showed him disrespect in any tribal custom, then he would have to "teach her the proper respect" with his walking stick. It was only when she was with her husband that she could walk side by side with a man. Although it was 1930 and American women had become liberated, here in the African jungle, a woman had no rights. When she first arrived here, she expected too much. Her liberal attitude caused too many problems among the village people with her very modernistic attitudes. Kit had talked to her and helped some, but it was Doctor Axel who had spoken the words that finally sunk in - "The Phantom's wife must live not only with him, but with his people" which was one of those old jungle sayings that everyone kept telling her. So she accepted the role that the village people expected of her, allowing herself to reveal her true feelings only to her love - Kit or The Phantom as the jungle people called him. The Phantom was a mysterious crusader for justice, an avowed enemy of cruelty and piracy in all forms, who had defended the helpless and innocent against criminals and evildoers for over 400 years. Four hundred years ago, the sole survivor of a pirate raid was washed up on a remote Bengalla beach and was nursed to health by friendly pygmies. On the skull of his father's killer he swore an oath to fight piracy, cruelty, injustice and greed with his sons to follow in his footsteps. Time and again, his enemies killed him, only to see him return and vanquish them; not knowing that it was the next Phantom generation taking his rightful place, replacing the dead Phantom. Thus, The Phantom became known throughout the jungle as the Ghost who walks. Only the pygmies knew the real secret behind The Phantom's mysterious reappearance. They helped keep the secret that the dying Phantom's son would replace the Phantom and maintain the peace. Over the years, twenty different generations of Phantoms had fought and died, succeeded by their next in line heir. Kit was the twenty-first person to swear the oath and to take his father's place. While the pygmies knew the secret, they didn't reveal the secret so other tribe's natives believed him to be the same man -- "The Ghost Who Walks." The legend grew in the deadly jungle. A name whispered -- loved and feared. His home was in the Skull Cave, hidden behind a waterfall, deep in the jungle of the Deep Woods of Bengalla. The Cave contained several big rooms, with one crypt-like room dedicated to the bodies of the deceased Phantoms. Another room was filled with jewels, captured from pirates and wrongdoers. Another room was filled with old chronicles of the earlier Phantom's adventures. Often Diana and Kit would sit in this room as they read of his ancestor's deeds, feeling proud of the men who had preceded the current occupant of the Skull Throne. But Diana's favorite room was the bedroom. The room where Kit would hang up his gunbelt, remove his purple skin-tight uniform, his mid-calf black boots, the purple skullcap and the black facemask. He would remove everything but his two rings. He constantly wore two rings. The Good Mark ring on his left hand had a symbol consisting of four overlapping P-shaped swords forming a cross in a circle. The Skull Mark ring on his right hand bore the symbol of a death's head skull. Both rings left indelible marks on whomever he touched or punched. The Good Mark designated the bearer as being a friend under the protection of The Phantom. Conversely, the Skull Mark indicated a sign that the victim had battled The Phantom. Bad guys got the skull the hard way. His powerful right fist knocked out many a bad guy while leaving the feared, permanent skull mark on their exposed face. Good guys would be lightly touched, leaving a mark that would never fade or be washed off. The first time that he met Diana, he lightly touched the nape of her neck just below her hairline with his ring, leaving his good mark on her. The first time that they made love, she joyously laughed as she examined her body afterwards, fearful that she would find a couple of hundred different permanent ring marks from the way that they had groped each other's body. He had explained before the sex that it was some type of jungle magic that worked the rings and that the rings wouldn't mark her again. The bedroom was their special place that no one else could enter. Not even Devil, the wolf-dog that followed him everywhere. Or Guran, the current leader of the Bandar Pygmies. Or Mozz, the wise elder of the tribe that forecast the future as often as he told of the past. Except for the death of the current Phantom or the birth of a future Phantom was the only time that anyone else could enter their bedroom. In the bedroom, they could release their passion or feel the tenderness of each other's delicate and loving touch. The place where they eased each other's hunger or shared each other's intermost secret. The place that belonged to them, even though they were just the current occupants - the bedroom of The Phantom and his wife. The room where all of the Phantoms over the last four hundred years had been born. ****** Diana followed Mozz into the village, pausing a moment to tug mischievously on Taizza's skirt, who was minding her family's cooking pot. Taizza slapped at her, but Diana easily dodged the friendly blow. They had been the best of friends since Diana first met her several years ago, after Taizza finished puberty. Although there was four years difference in age, Taizza was just as mature as Diana because jungle life forced children to grow up fast. Taizza was a beautiful example of pygmy womanhood and would have to make a mate selection at the next village festival. Taizza had been a beautiful child who had grown up into a beautiful woman. Her long, dark, curly hair was woven into dozens of thick strands. Those strands were threaded through brightly colored beads, which hung to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her ears were pierced numerous times, as were all pigmy women, with several small golden hoops dangling down from her ears. One nostril had been pierced, but she only wore jewelry in her nose during special ceremonies. Her naked upper torso, which had never been hidden behind a blouse, had the subtle curves of a young girl, with young breasts that were conical buds perched high on her chest. The short, mid-thigh skirt emphasized the way that her hips and ass had swollen outward over the last several years. While most native women's legs were very hairy, Taizza had copied Diana's habit of shaving her legs. She was small compared to normal American women, but here in this village of pygmies, she was tall at four foot six inches tall. Diana quickly caught up with Mozz and followed him into the Skull Cave. Within the cave, the rules changed because it was her home. So now that Mozz was her guest, he let Diana walk in front, taking the position of honor. She led him to the circular pit in front of the Skull Throne in the large chamber and sat down cross-legged on the floor. With a little assistance from his walking stick, Mozz eased his elderly body down on the stone. "Your pronunciation is improving. You sound as if you were born in this village now." crackled the old man's voice. "Thank you. But it's all because you insist that I spend an hour doing different types of training every day. I don't mind the pistol shooting nor the boxing, because I've been a tomboy all my life. I enjoy listening to the jungle stories to learn tribal history, but I really don't like the constant language drills. Why do I have to be an expert in every language?" Pointing his cane at her to emphasize his words, he proclaimed in his creaky, ancient voice "You're The Phantom's wife. You're the key to the training of the next Phantom. But don't complain. You're young - I'm old but I also participate every day." "Old man, why don't you rest and let your eldest son do some of your work. You've worked hard all your life. You need to enjoy your grandchildren before it's too late." He grinned that familiar toothless grin as he replied, acknowledging her boasting "Just as there has always been The Phantom, there has always been the old storyteller. Just as my father before me was known as Mozz to our village, I'll live my destiny. When I die, it's soon enough for my son to assume my name." "How many Phantoms have you served?" Although he easily knew the answer, he bowed his head before he looked at the empty Skull Throne as if to find remembrance of someone that he might have forgotten. His voice dropped a couple of octaves before he replied "I've seen four Phantoms in my long lifetime. I've served two Phantoms where I've been knows as Mozz. The magic of the jungle tells me that I'll serve one more Phantom before I die." "No way. You're over a hundred now. The only way that you can see another Phantom is for me to get pregnant, for the kid to grow up and for Kit to die. You'll never last that long, old man." Nodding toward the throne with a sad look on his ancient wrinkled face, Mozz softly replied "I wish that I would be wrong for once." Something in Mozz's tone scared Diana. Although it was a daily ritual for her to spend an hour with Mozz daily to learn the tribal folklore and language, she didn't feel like having a lesson anymore today. Quickly changing the subject, she listened to the old man recall one of the legends that he liked to talk about. After a few minutes of listening to Mozz's stories, Diana pretended that she was tired, suggesting to him that she was going to turn in early. After Mozz left, Diana went into her bedroom where she selected a change of clothes. All that chopping wood had left her smelling like one of those college football players that she used to date. She carried her clothes and towel out of the cave, then headed toward the nearby lake formed by the waterfall. Although it was dark, she didn't fear anything. After all, she was protected by The Phantom and there was an old jungle saying - "a beautiful woman clad in the finest jewels may walk in the jungle safely at midnight, knowing she'll be safe because of The Phantom's protection." Approaching the waterfall, she paused for a second, hearing some faint sound almost hidden by the sound of the waterfall. Stepping quietly, she approached the long, flat rock at the base of the waterfall that was a favorite showering place. As her eyes searched the deep shadows beside the waterfall, she saw someone underneath the waterfall. A few steps closer and she observed that it was a naked Taizza. A splashing sound stopped Diana from speaking to her friend. Turning her head slightly, she saw someone swimming across the lake. Stepping back into the darkness, she watched as the swimmer continued toward the flat rock where Taizza was apparently waiting for the approaching swimmer. Staying in the shadows and using the boulders to hide behind, Diana slipped closer to the rock so that she could eavesdrop on her friend. The swimmer climbed up on the rock, revealing his diminutive, but well-developed young pigmy body. Diana recognized him as one of the men from a neighboring pigmy village, who was only a couple of years older than Taizza. The water glistened in the dim moonlight, revealing his muscular, naked ebony body as he stood in front of Taizza. Diana was close enough so that she could see goose bumps on his body, which she knew were caused by excitement, not by cold. Looking at Taizza, Diana noticed that Taizza's nipples were sticking out hard on her pouty conical, half apple size breasts. Dim moonlight glistened off her nubile body. Except where the patch of dark pubic hair between her legs absorbed the moonlight. Standing beside Taizza, he stroked her chin with his fingers. She jumped slightly, then opened her mouth but said nothing. Her hand covered his hand as she gently guided his hand down to the side of her naked butt. He slowly moved his hand lower, but she still held on gently, pulling it back up to where she wanted it to rest. She stared straight into his eyes as they stood there. "Hello Taizza." "Men don't swim here at night. It belongs to Diana." "She is with the storyteller. If she comes out here, it won't be until later. Did you know that I've got my own cow now?" "No, Mauba. Why should I care about your cow?" she asked as she stepped away from him, letting his hand drop back to his side. "Because it means that I can soon seek a wife. I plan to ask your father what your dowry is!" She turned to face him again, her white teeth gleaming in the dark as she smiled "Dowry? Surely you jest. Why do you think that I would let my father even talk to you?" "Because I'll be a great warrior someday. A warrior that deserves many wives, but only wants one - You. When we were children, Mozz declared that we would make a fine family." "He's an old man who has no right to give me away. I'm free to choose whomever I wish. Why should I choose you?" she declared with a pixie smile on her dark face. "Because your heart tells you that I'm the man that you can love. Because your brain tells you that I'm a good man that'll take care of you and treat you with the respect that my wife deserves. Because your body tells you that you want me as much as I want you." Taizza's voice changed pitch as she responded "I'll let you talk to my father. Now go away before you're seen here with me." "No. I can't go back to my hut and sleep, knowing that you're so close, yet so far away. I want you." "I've promised my father that I'll remain a virgin until my wedding. Go before you make me break my promise." "I'll honor your promise. I promise that I'll cut my cock off before I let you break your vow." Her mouth formed a perfect smile in the dim moonlight as she responded "Good. I'll hold you to your promise. Before you go, will you wash my back?" Diana shifted position slightly so that she was sitting on a rock behind the boulder. When she looked up again, Mauba's hand was holding a bar of soap. He was also brushing the top of her chest as Taizza pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her chest out to meet his hand. Diana watched as the soap bubbles formed on Taizza's chest before the bubbles gently flowed down her breasts. Mauba's hands cupped Taizza's perky breasts as he coated them with the slick soap. Mauba smiled as he pretended to be only washing her breasts. Even from Diana's slightly distance position, she could see that Taizza's nipples were stiff like little erasers. As Mauba pulled at the perky nipples, Taizza squirmed and wriggled, as she found herself enjoying what he was doing to her. She took the soap bar from him, then she dropped the soap on the ground. "Pick it up, please!" she commanded in a husky voice. As he bent down to pick up the soap, she took one step forward so that her crotch was almost touching his forehead. Diana smiled, knowing that he would get a good smell of her friend's musky vagina that close. Being a smart young man, he stayed down, but raised his head to stare at her pussy for several seconds before she stepped back, holding out her hand for the soap. He straightened up, handing her the soap as she commanded "Turn around. Let me show you how to wash someone's back." He turned around so that she could begin lathering his back. After getting his back all slick and coated with a soapy lather, she stepped forward and rubbed her breasts against his back in small circles. She didn't press hard against his back, only letting her eraser nipples rub his lower shoulders, causing him to arch his back to the touch. Unable to take any more of the enjoyable sensation, he turned around so that they faced each other. He stared deeply into her eyes as he licked his lips, giving her the look that only lovers can give each other. She stepped forward pressing her lips against his lips as his arms wrapped around her. They shared a long, passionate kiss, before Taizza pushed herself away with a slight moan. With a gentle pressure from her hand, she guided his mouth to her nipple. He cupped the other breast as she softly stroked his hair. Diana's position behind the boulders was close enough so that she could hear the little slurping sounds that Mauba was making, even over the noise of the waterfall. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers causing Taizza to sigh in pleasure. He rubbed her clit from the bottom of its base to the tip with a finger, causing her to jump and pull away. He groaned "I promise that I won't touch you with my cock." "We shouldn't be doing this.", she whispered to him. He ignored her and guided her so that she laid down on the flat rock, knowing that she couldn't struggle if she wanted to. She began making a sound like a purr, as he rubbed her clit with one hand as his other hand repeatedly stroked her nipple. She jerked as he gently rubbed his finger against her cunt. Every time he moved his finger up or down, she jumped a little. For several long seconds, he stroked his finger directly against her pussy. Then he removed his finger and put his face beside her pussy. Gently breathing and blowing on her clit, he got it fully extended. Then he sucked on her clit so hard it made her jump again as she shivered with pleasure. Taizza released a soft squeal and pushed her hips forward to meet his mouth. He placed his tongue in her slit, resulting in a loud moan. As his head bobbed up and down, it was obvious to Diana that he was using his stiff tongue as a cock. "More, no stop, ugh, yes, yes, I want you, ohhhh!" she groaned out loud as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Her hips thrust forward meeting his tongue, driving his tongue deeper as her hips pounded faster against his face. Then her body stiffened. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head. Her hips spasm uncontrollably as the orgasm rushed through her body. Just as quickly as it began, her body relaxed and her legs unwound from his head. As he pulled his head back, her juices gleamed on his face. She curled up in a ball with a huge smile on her face as Mauba dived into the water, swimming back to the other shore. After several minutes of lying still, Taizza slowly sat up. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered her body before diving into the lake. When she surfaced, she swam in a different direction that Mauba. After Diana was satisfied that both of them were gone, she stretched her legs which had fallen asleep from the position that she had been sitting in. She hadn't intended to spy on her friend, but she also didn't want to interrupt a lover's meeting. Now that she had the rock to herself, she undressed and stepped under the waterfall, letting the water refresh her body. As she stood under the waterfall, she thought about the two lovers and felt her own nipples become hard. She gently tweaked her nipples, wondering about where Kit was, wishing that he were there with her, instead of chasing bandits across the jungle. Remembering an old jungle saying which goes `Call The Phantom anywhere and he'll hear'. She called out softly "Phantom, I'm here. I'm very lonely. I need you. Come home." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----