Message-ID: <15896eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - Part 12 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: <7d169bda.36165f02@aol.com> 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 10 - On board the Yacht The taxi pulled up beside the gangplank that was lighted by the overhead lights. One of the American guards who had been at the tennis courts earlier opened the door, holding out his hand to help Diana out of the taxi. As she stepped out, the American paid the driver before he picked up the overnight bag that was lying on the floorboard. He flashed a servitude smile as Diana noted in a matter-of-fact tone "I brought some extra clothes in case I decided to spend the night or a couple of days. I assume that there is an empty guest room?" "Yes, ma'am. Mr. Lane reserved the guestroom anticipating that you would accept his invitation. I see another taxi coming and as soon as they get here, we'll take the shuttle out to the yacht." The American put her overnight bag with its false bottom hiding her Lady Phantom costume, into the boat shuttle as he turned to welcome the new arriving taxi. Diana turned slowly on her heels, knowing how easy it would be to catch her heel in one of the cracks and fall. As she turned around, she stared into the darkness, knowing that somewhere out there, The Phantom and Devil were watching her. Turning back to the river, she observed that the evening fog was beginning to come in, which would hide The Phantom as he somehow found a way out to the yacht. She knew how she would do it if they had been in their normal bodies, but he hadn't wanted her advice. His stubbornness was very evident as they went over the general plans. Turning back to the small boat, she let one of the crew hold her hand as she stepped down into the small shuttle craft, followed by the other people that just arrived. ****** A voluptuous and radiant Maggie wearing an evening dress that showed ever curve of her body, was standing beside a tuxedoed Lucky as they greeted the small craft. In the dim light, her heavy make-up appeared more appropriate. As the boarding party came up the ladder, Lucky bowed and kissed Diana's hand before declaring "I'm honored. Without you, there would be no party tonight." A gleam sparkled in his eye as he smiled at her, still holding her hand. Behind her, the other visitors were patiently waiting. Maggie interjected "We were expecting you and I'll show you to the guest room. One of the men will bring your bag." She turned and walked toward the open doorway as Diana followed her into the yacht and down one flight of stairs to the cabins. Maggie opened a door to a room and motioned Diana to enter the small bedroom. The crewman placed her bag on the bed then he left as the two women stared at each other. Diana sensed that Maggie had something to say so she waited until Maggie declared "Look, we need to be friends. I want you to know that I'm his social secretary and sometimes bedtime partner. There's no romance between us, just straight sex whenever he wants me. I bed him because he pays me more in a month than I could earn as a secretary in a year back home. In return, he doesn't let me have any romantic interest other than himself. I'm his lover, companion, slave, plaything, and maid. In public, I'm expected to be his affectionate girlfriend and in private - his love slave. I must obey him. There's no romance - just an occasion mutual relief between us. So you're not competing with me for him. If he wants you, I'll gladly step away. I'm afraid that I gave you the wrong impression today and I'm sorry. We had a minor disagreement earlier over some business issues and I let my anger carry over to your unexpected invitation to join our little group. Can we be friends?" There was something in her tone that made Diana a little distrustful of her, but she replied "Understand and thanks for being honest. I didn't come on board, to wind up in bed with him. As for being friends with you, I'm willing to try." "Good. Now, let me tell you about tonight's party. No matter how much he tried to impress you today, the real reason for the party is because the Mayor and some of the City Council are coming. So he'll spend most of his time, kissing their asses, and trying to convince them that the plans that he has for their city, will improve the place. So don't be pissed if he doesn't spend too much time with you at first." "O.K." "Why don't you unpack your clothes so they don't get wrinkled and then join us in the main cabin on the first level?" After Maggie shut the door behind her, Diana opened the porthole window and stared across the river toward the dock. The fog had already hidden the distant dock so that only a faint glimmer of the dock light showed where the dock was. She removed a small ribbon from her bag, which she tied to her open window latch, letting the ribbon hang down, so that The Phantom would know which room was her room. She quickly hung up her clothes before she put away her bag, hoping that no one would explore why it still weighed so much with its Lady Phantom costume and weapons hidden under the false bottom. She placed the boots in the closet. ****** Her heels clicked loudly on the solid wood decking as she approached the large room where the sound of a piano grew steadily louder. Entering the smoky large room, she observed that there was about eighty to one hundred guests and about thirty staff bustling around to keep the guests happy. The large room had large open bay doors that opened out onto the open deck where even more people were milling about. Standing beside the piano, was an American woman who was singing in a bright spotlight, making her proxide blonde hair look even more bleached out. As Diana's eyes became accustomed to the dim light, she quickly searched the many tables looking for Lucky. She saw him standing beside the Mayor and talking very intimately with his arm around the Mayor's shoulders. Beside him, Maggie was holding a drink and listening as her eyes kept searching the party. Maggie grinned and turned slightly so that Diana could clearly see Maggie's body-clinging dress that revealed a mile of leg and cleavage, knowing that her huge breasts were catching every man's eye. Diana unconsciously pulled her shoulder back, resulting in her breasts thrusting forward a little more. Both women smiled at each other, knowing they were competing for attention from the men. Maggie, with her large, oversized, soft breasts that just begged to be tit fucked; and Diana, with firm, youthful breasts that didn't need a bra. Maggie held her drink up and pointed to the bar, indicating that Diana should go to the bar. As she walked toward the bar, a man stopped her "Hi, haven't seen you here before. Would you like to dance?" Remembering Kit's advice to smile frequently, she replied "No." and kept going. Putting her purse on the bar, Diana asked the bartender for a glass of wine. As the bartender filled her order, she observed in the large wall of mirrors behind the bar, that the man who stopped her was now standing behind her. He sat down on the stool next to her and warned her "I don't give up very easily when I find something that I like and I like you. Why don't we go downstairs to my room so we can get out of this mess. I've got a phonograph and some of the latest 78's from America. My name's Marty." "Sorry, Marty, but you're not my type." Diana announced as she swiveled on her chair so that she was facing the piano player with her back turned to Marty. Disregarding her rebuke, he stoked her hair as if they were lovers. She spun around in her chair, displaying a look of anger on her face as she warned the too-friendly young man "Cool it or I'll knock the shit out of you. Now, get lost." He smiled but it was more of a smirk. He stared at her as if he couldn't figure out why she was angry. He finally adlibbed in an artificial southern drawl "Now, don't get your dandruff up, just trying to have a little fun with you. I'll see you around." He stood up, then walked out of the bar. Diana picked up her wine and took a sip, then turned back to face the singer. Looking around the room, she observed that Lucky was still talking to the Mayor and Maggie was standing beside him, listening to whatever bull shit that Lucky was preaching. Picking up her wine glass, she took another sip, enjoying the smooth taste of the wine, feeling its warmth rush through her body. She liked the rush that the alcohol gave her, knowing that The Phantom would have to drink gallons to get the same effect because of his heavier weight and higher alcohol tolerance. Turning her glass up, she finished the wine as she debated the wisdom of having another glass. The pink polish of her nails glistened in the soft light as she compared the lipstick on the glass with her nails. Before she could decide if she should have another glass, the bartender placed another full glass in front of her. She smiled at him as someone softly asked behind her "May I have this dance?" Turning, she recognized the new man as one of the Americans who had been at the hotel earlier. She smiled at him as she spun around, feeling a little dizzy for just a moment as the wine affected her small body. "Sure." She ignored his quick glance as he quickly looked at her cleavage, then let his gaze drift down her body, surveying her legs and ankles. For just a moment, he revealed just a little pure animal lust in his eyes before his gaze returned to her eyes, changing into a sparkle of gaiety. She stared back, feeling the same distant animal lust that she recognized in this stranger's eyes, recognizing that under other circumstances, she would have been physically attracted to him. Feeling very similar to being the weak prey at the mercy of a strong male predator, she felt a rush of emotions as one side of her said fuck him and the other side said behave yourself - but let's find out why he attracts you so much. "My name's Diana." "I know. I met you this afternoon. I'm Gary and Lucky asked me to entertain you until he could finish his business." She picked up her wine glass and delicately drank it, placing the now empty glass back on the counter. His outstretched hand beckoned her to stand. With a very natural motion, she placed her smaller hand in his, allowing him to gently pull her to her feet. Pausing for a second to get her balance, she looked up into his deep brown eyes, smelling his cologne, and feeling slightly dizzy. The combination of the wine releasing her inhibitions and his masculine scent mixing with her own seductive perfume overwhelmed her olfactory senses. Although slightly dizzy, she felt a little giddy also, which she attributed to the wine. She smiled at him, feeling a deep burning growing hotter and hotter between her legs. He guided her onto the hardwood dance floor. And she eased effortlessly into his arms, without any resistance as she allowed him to pull her close, hearing the soft rustle of her clothing as it rubbed against his suit. She didn't resist as he guided her head to rest on his broad chest. With a deep sigh, her arms encircled his neck as she faintly heard the soft dance music. A warmth was flowing through her body - a strange warmth. She could feel a gnawing ache deep within her body, becoming stronger and stronger and she was burning with a strange all- consuming desire to be touched. She felt so comfortable, so wonderful and allowed herself to merge into his body, letting him glide her around the room as they danced to the music; remembering to let him lead. She pressed closer to him and could feel his cock as he frequently bumped their bodies together during the slow dance. When the music stopped, he held her and pressed his body against her, feeling her press her body back against his. The strains of a fox trot now filled the room while Diana found herself being guided around the dance floor by Gary. At the end of the song, Gary lightly kissed Diana as the next song started. It felt like a switch or something had been turned on in her body. She had never been so sexually stimulated by just being with anyone before. She felt a strong pounding sensation within her vagina, an aching to be touched, fingered and she wished that she was alone so that she could play with herself. Her pussy felt so hot and throbbing that she felt like doing almost anything that he requested. It was almost as if she had turned into a nymphomaniac. Still holding her hand and guiding her, he led her back over to the bar, where he picked up her purse. She stared at him, her eyes lightly glazed over, and her weak hand still being held by his larger, stronger hand. With a gentle arm around her waist, he guided her out the door into the main hallway where she asked "Where are we going?" He stopped as he faced her, pulling her close to his body while he tilted her head back slightly so that her lips were raised to meet his lips. For about five seconds, they stood there kissing; then his hands eased down her back, then slid down to her ass as he pulled her body closer to his body. His probing tongue eased between her lips, causing her to groan and rub her breasts against his chest. As their tongues probed each other, he began a gentle dry humping of her body and she responded by matching his gentle pressure with her own pressure and movement. Pulling his lips from her hungry lips, he guided her down the stairs and into a cabin - not her cabin, which was further down the hall. Although Marty was sitting on the bed, smoking a cigar, Diana didn't react to his presence as she allowed Gary to ease her into the small cabin. "How's she doing?" asked Marty, looking at Diana, whose eyes were glazed over as she still danced slowly with Gary, hearing - but not hearing Marty's voice as her thoughts concentrated on how wonderful it felt to rub against a cock while dancing. "The Mickey that you slipped in her drink, is just kicking in good. She had a little bit of resistance at first but that lie about Lucky sending me over to entertain her helped. After a couple of minutes dancing, she mellowed out. She's about ready to pull an all-night fuck-train on us. You're sure that Lucky won't care that we're messing with this broad? He seemed very hot over her today." "We don't work for him. Just as we talked our way into a free ride on his boat, we can get another rich sucker to take care of us. Now, let's get this bitch undressed and fuck her before that shit wears off." "Diana" ordered Gary, looking down at the woman, who was slow dancing - ignoring everything that the two men had just discussed. She responded by rubbing herself against his body. She held her head up slowly, a smile formed on her face and a husky laugh as she grinned at the man holding her "Yeah. I feel so good. Don't you feel good? What's your name - I forgot." "Gary. While don't we take this dress off so you don't get it dirty." "Yeah. Dirty. Don't want to get it dirty. Kit wouldn't want me to get it dirty, so I won't get it dirty." "Whose Kit?" "Kit - he's me. I mean, I'm him. I'm really him and he's really me, but it's a secret. Can you keep a secret?, hee, hee, hee. - that's me. I'm really a he and you want to fuck me." "Stupid bitch is all fucked up. I want her to blow me while you fuck her, then we'll switch." Laughed Marty as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Sounds good to me. Diana, let me help you take that dress off." "No, I want to dance. You asked me to dance." She laughed as she spun around, almost losing her balance in the heels. Marty stood up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. For just a moment, there was a glimpse of anger in her eyes, then the glazed look returned as she stood still. Marty turned her around as he unzipped her dress. As he pulled it down her body, she didn't resist. She was too drugged to care who saw her and felt the desire in her loins to let someone fuck her. Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence, mainly through having spent a drunken evening practicing the movement with Taizza. Marty whistled a low wolf whistle as he stared at the display. "Great boobs." he declared as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, lying her on the bed. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down; pulling off his trousers quickly. Gary was also undressing but was having trouble getting his trousers over his shoes; while Marty was able to undress completely first. Marty sat on the bed and pulled Diana's limp body up so that her head was laying in his crotch. He held his rapidly hardening cock in his hand and rubbed it against her face as he whispered "You want it - you like to suck cock, don't you bitch. You want my cock. You want to suck my cock." He was holding her head up and her glazed eyes were staring at the cock, her confused thoughts remembering how much fun it was to suck Kit's cock. She knew it wasn't his cock in front of her now, but it was a cock and it was ready for her. Somehow, she knew that she had been drugged causing that strong, gnawing desire to be fucked, but she didn't care. She felt like an animal with an insatiable sex drive and she would do anything to satiate the awful hunger that burned between her legs. She stared at his cock, enjoying the feel of that familiar wetness between her legs which caused a smile to form on her face. She wrapped her slender hand around the cock, feeling the warmth of it as she stared at the cock, knowing that she wanted it. She opened her mouth slowly as she shifted her weight so that her lips were closer to the cockhead. The door opened suddenly and Lucky stepped into the room, looking at the naked couple lying on the bed. Behind him stood several of his body guards and Maggie. He proclaimed quietly "Tie these two scum to some boat anchors and throw them overboard. If they somehow escape, you've got my permission to shoot them if you ever see them again. Maggie, take her to your cabin and stay with her until she sleeps it off. I've got to get back to the Mayor." ****** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----