Message-ID: <15894eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 14 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. Chapter 11 - Justice The Phantom's clothes were almost dry from the swim and he was getting impatient from having to wait. He couldn't see most of the cabin from his peephole and hadn't seen Diana yet. Lucky had come back with most of his guards and pulled a table over near the lifeboat where the Mayor and he talked about various kickback schemes. About an hour later, Maggie had come out and whispered something to Lucky which The Phantom couldn't hear. Then she had left. Very shortly thereafter, several of the guests started saying their goodnights to Lucky and the river was noisy with the sound of boat's shuttling the party guests back to shore. The Mayor was the last to leave. After the lights dimmed and the staff started cleaning the party, The Phantom slipped back out of the boat and muscled his way along the side of the boat, holding onto the railing as he pulled his body along the side of the yacht, until he got to where he could see that Diana's light was turned out. Not knowing where Diana was, he decided to investigate the yacht first; then find her - after all, she could take care of herself. Pulling himself level with the deck, he stepped on board the yacht, slipping down the dark corridor, toward where the cargo hold was. Finding the cargo hold, he slipped inside the door, going down the cargo ladder in the dark. A few overhead red safety lights dimly lit the cargo hold, revealing a lot of wooden crates. Twenty feet away, the guard lifted the heavy rifle to his shoulder and took aim. The Phantom walked slowly closer, not seeing him until he was only ten feet away. Staring down the barrel of the rifle, the guard held his breath and pulled the trigger. The click of the rifle warned The Phantom and he jumped to the side as he pulled his pistols, pointing them at the guard's dim figure. "Fucking misfire." The guard groaned as he pulled on the action, trying to dislodge the malfunctioning round and load a new one in the chamber. The Phantom grabbed the barrel with one hand and jerked it away while striking the guard across the face with his right hand, leaving The Phantom's bad mark on the guard's chin. Without a sound, the guard fell unconscious onto the ground. Picking the guard up, The Phantom carried him back into the cargo hold, dumping him. Looking around the cargo hold, he found an ax which he used to open one of the crates. Inside the crate, were over a hundred, old but useable rifles. Looking around at the other boxes, The Phantom quickly estimated from the number of boxes that there were potentially over forty thousand rifles in the cargo hold. Suddenly his sixth sense warned him of danger and he ducked; just as an ax barely missed his head, lodging itself into a cargo box. Recognizing the guard which he had just knocked out, The Phantom swung at his opponent. The smaller guard rolled with the punch absorbing the punch; which knocked the air out of him, but didn't put him out for the count. Rolling over and jumping back up, he rushed at The Phantom, like a Bull Moose. The Phantom, with a smile on his broad face, sidestepped, and let the guard miss him. The guard turning, stood and pulled back to throw a knockout punch. Smiling at the guard, The Phantom decided to let the guard take his best punch and crossed his arms as he waited for the smaller man to strike him. The guard paused for a second, puzzled at the unexpected, cavalier boxing stance. Instead of delivering the telegraphed, hard right fist to The Phantom's jaw, the man switched to an alternative attack found in bar-room brawls. He kneed The Phantom in the nuts. For half a second, the smile was still on The Phantom's face, then it faded as his face quickly turned gray. The knees hit him with such violent force and speed that his nervous system went into violent overload. Dropping to his knees, he began puking as he curled up further as he collapsed into a curled-up fetus position on the ground. The pain was so intense that for several prolonged heart stopping moments his chest muscles cramped and refused to allow him to draw breath. His head span with the nauseating pain as his body silently bucked and retched in frenzied agony. Only three thoughts were going through The Phantom's mind - he would die from the intense pain, there had to be permanent damage to his reproductive system and now he knew why Diana kept advising to wear a protective cup. Never having been exposed to such levels of pain, he writhed in unendurable pain, such as he had never dreamed possible. While he was incapacitated, the guard used the opportunity to remove his pistols before he ran back to his guard post and rang his guard bell, summoning the rest of the crew. ****** The clanging of the alarm bell woke up Maggie. Sitting up in the bed, she could hear men running down the hallway, headed toward the bell. Bracing her back against the bed, she picked up a cigarette from her table and put it in her mouth. Diana groaned. "Please don't smoke." Ignoring the request, Maggie paused for a moment and then struck a match, releasing a small flame which lit up the dark cabin. Maggie lit her cigarette, keeping her eyes focused on her companion. Diana opened her mouth, mumbling "How can you smoke those nasty things?" "I thought you passed out." "I did and feel real shitty now. My body feels numb and sluggish, unresponsive - it's difficult to move. What happened?" "They gave you a fast acting Mickey. Lucky and I stopped them and I brought you back to your cabin. Lucky suggested that I spend the night with you to make sure that you don't have any bad effects." "I'm so fucking dizzy. I vaguely remember someone's cock as he rubbed it against my face. Did he fuck me?" "No. We stopped it before you did anything and threw them overboard." Diana didn't respond, slowly rising to a sitting position. She fumbled to her feet and staggered into the bathroom, sitting on the commode in the dark. Maggie listened to her pee and wipe herself. Then Diana groped her way back into the dark bedroom, sitting on the bed so that she was also sitting up, leaning against the bed headboard. The dark room was barely illuminated by the glowing cigarette and the light coming from under the door. After a couple of seconds, Diana groaned "I've never smelled a cigarette that stinky before." "It's not a cigarette," the woman responded, taking a deep drag and then handing it to Diana, "it's something called marijuana and it's just becoming popular in America. Lucky has an extremely large supply of it stored downstairs - enough to tide us over until we can establish a new supply. Try it." Still feeling woozy and not able to think clearly yet, Diana accepted the cigarette, coughing as the harsh smoke filled her lungs. Maggie gave her some guidance on how to inhale and hold the smoke within her lungs without coughing. By the time that their shared cigarette was down to a nub, Diana was smoking the joint as if she was a lifelong smoker - and both of them were laughing like two mischievous schoolgirls who were sharing their intermost secrets. Diana giggled "I've never felt so good - every inch of my skin feels so tingly and alive. Is that how you feel?" "A little. This is some good shit, but since I've been with Lucky, I've built up a tolerance to marijuana and it takes a little bit more before I get stoned." "Stoned - yeah, that's a good way to describe how I feel. I feel so alive but at the same time - everything is moving in slow motion and it's almost as if my mind is separated from my body. I find myself staring at something and seeing colors that I've never seen before. I don't know how to describe how I'm feeling, except for stoned." "The thing that I like about smoking a little grass, is that it makes me horny - very horny." Maggie put the cigarette out, then with her fingertips, guided Diana's face so that they were staring at each other's faces which were only inches away. "I had a nice dream, with your naked body curled up next to me. I dreamed that we made love. Have you ever made love to a woman?" asked Maggie in a husky voice as she positioned her lips very close to Diana's lips. "Many times." Responded Diana's equally husky voice as her face leaned closer to Maggie's face, smelling the last vestige of the now pleasant smoke coming from Maggie's nostrils. Diana's lips parted as Maggie's lips touched her lips, inviting Maggie's aggressive tongue to probe her hungry mouth. Maggie's arm eased around Diana's neck, pulling her into a tight embrace, as Diana melted into the other woman's arms. When their lips finally separated, Diana was groaning with desire, unable to move as the woman fondled her; her body still partially turned on by the earlier drug and strengthened by the recent marijuana. Maggie's hand lightly caressed Diana's breast, her fingers teasing the nipple, resulting in an instant response in Diana's pussy and the nipple stiffened. Maggie brushed her nipples against Diana's breasts, sending another electric spark down to her clit. Maggie's tongue worked its way around to Diana's ear, as Maggie's hand was fondling Diana's breast. Diana moaned and twisted, as the other woman's hands twisted and tweaked her nipples, sending sharp messages of pain and pleasure through her trembling body. "You really have a beautiful body. No wonder that Lucky got the hots for you when he saw your boobs jiggling on the tennis court yesterday." Maggie began to place a series of soft, wet kisses all over Diana's neck, face and upper chest. She whispered encouraging words "yeah, you like this, don't you - you want it - it'll feel so good - I won't hurt you" as she continued to seduce Diana. Diana felt herself drifting into that wondrous path to ecstasy as the woman's expert hand and lips massaged and kneading her various body g-spots, bringing Diana to that point where there was no turning back. When Maggie's fingers slid down Diana's body and drifted over Diana's moist pussy, Diana groaned and slipped back onto the bed, spreading her legs - inviting Maggie to partake of her moist delicacy. She moved her hand along the inside of Diana's now spread legs, all the way to her hair-filled crotch; running her index fingers along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. Diana moaned softly as Maggie moved her fingers into the cuntal crack and slowly parted the vagina lips, obscenely exposing the still moist vaginal entrance and the engorged clitoral hood. Maggie ran two fingers into the pink divide and eased them into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening, resulting in Diana's loud gasp as she felt the fingers enter her. Maggie whispered "a man can never eat pussy like a woman can. A woman knows what feels good and how to eat pussy. Women are much gentler, and more passionate than men. Men are just animals and release their passion too soon. A passionate woman is more special - a better lover than with a man. With men, it often seems that they might as well be having sex with themselves." as she slid her fingers slowly up and down over Diana's pussy, expertly massaging her sensitive clit, as Diana began to buck her hips against Maggie's probing fingers. Maggie looked at Diana lying naked on the bad beside her, eyes closed, as Maggie's fingers moving ever so slowly in and out of Diana's love canal. Diana whimpered as she felt the woman's hand pull away from her soaked cunt. She began toying with Diana's breasts as she whispered "when I'm through with you, you'll never want to go to bed with a man again. A normal man won't be able to satisfy you." The woman's fingers, still wet with Diana's pussy juice, trailed across Diana's lips as Maggie lightly moaned "Yes, my darling, taste yourself. Taste your juice and enjoy the wonderful taste of young pussy jism. Would you like to taste my pussy juice?" "Yes - YES - YES - a thousand times YES." Diana moaned as she tried to sit up; but Maggie's body shifted so that Maggie was lying on top of Diana, their breasts rubbing against each other as Maggie's tongue rammed into Diana's mouth. As they deep- throated each other's tongue, their hands were roaming over each other's body; as their legs intertwined, each other's thigh brushing against the other woman's pubic mound. Pulling her tongue out of Diana's gasping mouth, Maggie scooted down her body until her lips were teasing one of Diana's turgid nipples. Through clinched teeth, Maggie whispered "this nipple reminds me of my ex-husband's cock. It's about the same size." As Maggie's finger teased Diana's thick mound with her hand, Maggie placed the flat of her tongue against the underside of Diana's swollen nipple. Her nipples were rock hard, jutting out from her swollen areolas like two ripe cherries. Then slowly, very slowly, Maggie drew Diana's nipple deep into her mouth. Maggie's cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Diana moaned softly and leaned forward, pressing her long, stiff, fleshy nipple against Maggie's lips. Eagerly, she parted her lips and drew Diana's nipple deep into her mouth, wildly sucking it, making Diana groan with unrestrained pleasure. Maggie sucked Diana's tit like a starving baby. Diana tried to relax as the woman sucked on her breasts, but she was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm, feeling the familiar ache in her breasts and pussy. Maggie recognized the signs and dropped her hand to Diana's pussy; resulting in a long, deep moan from Diana's lips as she pushed her hips forward to meet the tickling fingers. Maggie obliged for a moment, giving Diana the pressure she desired much, and then pulled her hand away, hearing Diana's moan change to a whimper. "Pleeeeaassssse," Diana groaned pleadingly, jerking her hips forward, seeking the woman's hand. Hearing the desire, Maggie covered Diana's lips in a fierce kiss. Moaning in passion, Diana reciprocated the passion, and her hand sought Maggie's pussy, resulting in Maggie pulling her mouth away. Maggie's hand grabbed Diana's hand as she loudly whispered "Don't do anything that I don't tell you to do. You're my woman and I'm going to ravage you - understand." "Yessss." Groaned Diana as she relaxed, feeling the thrill of lust at her acceptance of the submissive terms demanded of her. Pleased with her new toy, Maggie used her tongue to toy with Diana, listening to the slight difference in the moaning sounds as Maggie explored Diana's sprawled out body. Maggie's lips tracing the curves of the woman beneath her, caressing her body, feeling the ladder of ribs under her taut skin. As Maggie's lips reached Diana's smoldering mound, Maggie's hands teased her thighs, spreading Diana's vagina lips to taste her. Maggie expertly brought Diana to the brink of an orgasm, then backed off, letting a sweaty Diana calm down just a little before bringing her back up to the brink of that first orgasm again. Diana's moans became louder as Maggie repeatedly teased and played with Diana's sensitive body areas, concentrating on her rock hard nipples. Every time Diana tried to reciprocate the frenzy that she was feeling, Maggie would pull away. So all Diana could do was writhe and moan and wriggle in Maggie's grasp, giving Maggie complete control of her body letting Maggie play her like a finely tuned instrument, backing off just before the orgasm. Then Diana began begging for the release that she so desperately needed. Pausing for a moment, Maggie lit another marijuana cigarette and put it Diana's mouth, commanding her to smoke it as Maggie breathed her warm, smoky breath on Diana's pussy. Lifting her head frequently from her teasing position, to check on Diana's progress with the marijuana, Maggie decided that it was time to let Diana experience a climax. Pulling the small butt from Diana's mouth, Maggie pulled a strong drag into her lungs, feeling the warm smoke fill her lungs. Putting the cigarette out, Maggie sucked one of Diana's sensitive nipples as her finger slid in and out of her sopping pussy. Diana's breasts began bouncing and jiggling as she began building toward that climax that both women knew was coming. A scream pierced the quietness of the night as Diana exploded in the most intense orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her head was jerking as she moaned and panted. The door opened quietly, letting in a sliver of light. The guard had listened through the closed door to the noise that the two women were making as their passion built to a crescendo and knew the reason for the scream, but had decided to risk a quick look. Diana's head was jerking as a second and then third wave of pleasure crashed over her body, sweeping her under and carrying her into nirvana. When Diana quit shuddering, her mouth was open and panting; her eyes were vacant, staring blankly upwards as the final tremors of orgasm swept through her body. Maggie shifted position so that her lips were close to Diana's ears as she whispered "That was just the start of a long and beautiful friendship. Now, I'm going to lay back and smoke a joint while you build a fire within me. No matter what I say or do, ignore me until you can't control me any longer, then let me explode. After you've prepared me, I'll show you what it's like when two finely turned on female bodies eat each other." Sweat dripped down her forehead as Diana's eyes darted from Maggie's full, hanging breasts, with their silver dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at her lower abdomen. Like a woman possessed, she .... ***** "Find out who he is." Commanded Lucky as he stared at the man covered with his own puke. The Phantom was naked, his costume removed while he was unable to resist; and was tightly tied to the top of a cargo box and surrounded by six armed guards. His head bowed as the intolerable pain emitting from his groin continued to incapacitate him. "Then kill him." ****** A semi-naked Diana sat in front of the mirror and let an equally naked Maggie put make-up on her. Diana's eyes were still glazed over as a result of the never-ending supply of marijuana cigarettes that Maggie kept lighting and passing to her. Diana's hair had been teased, brushed and sprayed into a high bouffant hairstyle instead of the normal way that she usually wore it. Her eyes also looked different because of the long curly false eyelashes that were glued on her eyelids, coated liberally with black mascara, then outlined with a thin black line then highlighted by a blueish-pink eyeshadow. Her plucked eyebrows were painted back in, with a higher, darker arch. Below the heavily made-up eyes, her cheeks were a bright pink where rouge highlighted her prominent cheek bones. The only makeup that appeared normal was the lipstick, which made her lips full, moist, inviting and incredibly red. She was wearing a lace ruffle gown with underwire cups to lift her boobs higher and a plunging d,collet,. The gown had a cascade of soft lace ruffles emphasizing the femininity of the wearer. Maggie added a silver cuff bracelet, a black choker and a pair of silver rings to complete the cheap whore look before helping the still drugged woman to her feet, which were back into her two inch high heels. Maggie smiled at the drugged woman whose glazed eyes were fixed on an invisible spot on the wall. Her breasts were rising and falling lightly from her slow regular breaths, as if she was asleep on her feet. Maggie knew what she was experiencing from her investigation with the drug - how she was susceptible to suggestions and how the drug enhanced the normal sex desires. She didn't like what she was doing to Diana, but when Lucky had stuck his head in the doorway and saw the two of them doing a sixty-nine on each other, he commanded Maggie to bring Diana to his bedroom. So Maggie started lighting additional marijuana cigarettes for the already lethargic woman, increasing her compliance to instructions to where she would do whatever she was directed to do. "Yeah, you've got nice tits, a great ass, and eyes that'll seduce any man. You're a bombshell with a body that'll fuck all night, with a face like an angel. Now that you look the part, all I've got to do, is prime you so that you're sopping wet again." Taking the marijuana cigarette from her lips, Maggie pulled Diana to her feet. The kiss Maggie planted on Diana's soft lips started with a light peck denoting tenderness and affection, then turned passionate. Diana felt the press of Maggie's tongue against her lips and opened her mouth to receive it. Maggie reached up with her hand and cupped Diana's naked breast beneath her gown, feeling her breasts wriggle seductively underneath the slinky material of the gown and her nipples stood up very quickly. As Maggie cupped her breasts, she whispered in Diana's ear "Your skin is so soft and tender - so satiny smooth. I want to suck your nipples. Would you like that?" "Yessss", groaned Diana as she arched her body to allow Maggie to caress her whole body. A gentle tug on the thin material exposed the dark nipple beneath it. The erect tip was only visible a brief moment before it vanished between the warm vise of Maggie's lips. A loud moan erupted from Diana as she felt the wetness engulf her wide aureole. With only one nipple exposed, Maggie's tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the turgid nipple. Then she tickled it directly before taking it whole into her mouth again. Like a babe seeking nourishment, every movement of her tongue, each nip of her teeth, sent the desired sensations though Diana's hungry body. Maggie's hand rubbed against Diana's mound as she whispered "I want you" in Maggie's ear. Maggie undulated with Diana as she whispered "First we've got to pay the rent. I'm going to take you someplace and you'll find something that you like. Afterwards, you can come back to my bed, where I'll be waiting for you. Understand?" "Yes. You'll be waiting for me." "Remember to be submissive. Let him have anything he wants - don't stand up to him. Submit to his needs, be a slave to his commands. Give him control, pretend that you're a puppet and he's pulling your strings as he let's his desires run rampant. If you resist him, he'll hurt you. Do you understand?" There was no answer in her glazed eyes but her head nodded softly. Maggie whispered "God, I wish that I could get out of here. And take you with me." Taking her by the hand, Maggie led her down the hallway to Lucky's room where a guard was sitting in the hallway. Opening the bedroom door, she guided the woman into the bedroom, watching her provocative, undulating, almost naked ass as Diana obediently walked into Lucky's bedroom, where he was waiting for his new conquest. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----