Message-ID: <15897eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 15 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: <7ca467bf.36165f48@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 12 - The battle begins The sound of a gun firing woke Maggie up. Sitting up in her chair where she had feel asleep, she glanced at the clock, noticing that it was only four a.m. She had left Diana in Lucky's bedroom about two and a half hours earlier. Jumping from her chair, she ran out into the hallway, clad only in her robe, down to where one of Lucky's guards was still sitting in front of Lucky's bedroom. "What happened, Willie?" "Don't know. The shot came from upstairs." "Is she still in there?" "Yep." He grinned. Turning, she ran up the stairs and saw several of the guards near the boarding ladder. She walked down the deck, asking the nearest guard "Who fired?" "Joe did. Claimed he saw a wolf climbing up the boarding ladder. Scared Joe so much that he shot a hole in the deck, and then the wolf dived back into the river. Lucky's going to kick his ass for being drunk on duty." "Joe doesn't drink." She mused. Pulling her robe belt tight, she fished in her pocket for the pack of cigarettes that she kept stashed. Lighting one, she asked "What was the alarm bell earlier?" "The kid caught him a spy. Guy was wearing some sort of costume, but we've got him chained to the deck. Lucky's going to shoot him at sunrise." "Really, well, I think I'll go see Lucky's guest." She walked down the deck to the cargo hold where three men were guarding the only entrance. As she approached, one of them said "This area's off limits." She stepped close to the man and exhaled her smoke directly into her face, declaring "You forget who I am. Do you want to get your ass kicked off this ship." The man glared at her, then stepped aside. With a haughty tilt of her head, she stepped into the cargo hold, pulling the door shut behind her to aggravate the guards. She found a naked man strapped to the top of a large cargo box. He was sweating from his struggles to escape his bonds. The muscles in his arms bunching and flexing as he struggled to keep himself from the straps. On the floor beside the box, was a dildo covered with shit. The top of the cargo box was damp where someone had urinated on him. Maggie kicked the dildo aside, declaring "Fun is one thing. Harassment is another. I'll deal with whoever did that to you." He raised his head, revealing an angry glare. His low voice replies "I'll settle the score myself." She smiled at his gall. Here he was tied up naked and Lucky was going to shoot him in the morning. She sat down on the box so that she could see his face in the dim light. "Who are you?" He was silent. She stared at the muscular Adonis, looking at the terrific body's tight and hard muscles, with the dim light reflecting off his washboard guts and thighs like mighty oak trees. Maggie stared at the man's rippling stomach muscles and huge, broad shoulders. And between his leg was a long and thick cock. His penis was incredibly large, almost monstrous as it bulged outward, hanging firm and tight between his legs. She took a deep drag on the cigarette, wishing that she had brought some of the marijuana with her. Then she whispered "I won't tell them. Who are you?" He remained silent. Then she affirmed "You were wearing a costume. My butler who's lived here all his life, has been telling me about someone called The Phantom. Are you him?" He remained silent as he strained against his bonds. She smiled and declared softly "You're him. I've been expecting you, but not like this. You're no ghost or you'd already slipped your bonds. But looking at your body - and your cock, it's easy to see that you're not a normal man either. Listen, I've got a friend upstairs - I need to get myself and her out of here. It's getting to be a little too rough for me and I need some help to get away. If I help you, will you take care of Diana and me?" His face turned pale as he asked "What about Diana? Is she all right?" Maggie smiled "O.k, so we've found something that we can talk about. Look, I can't release you now, but I'll come back with a knife and cut you loose." ****** Willie leaned against the door, trying to listen to the sounds that he could barely hear through the thick door separating him from Lucky's bedroom. He grinned as he thought about how Lucky was raping that delicious piece of ass that had willingly entered a couple of hours earlier. Inside the room, a naked Diana was circling the floor as she stared at a naked Lucky. For the last two hours, she had willingly submitted to his carnal desires, then her lethargic, drugged state had worn off. As she became aware of what she was doing and with whom she was doing it, she resisted. Then Lucky changed his tacit and tried to rape her, even through they had shared several mutual orgasms already. Her makeup was smeared all over her face - partially because of the sweat from both their bodies and partially from his cum that had pumped onto her face. Her hair was greasy and slick from the huge amounts of lubricant that had dripped from her face from the oral sex. Her body was bruised from his animal-like pounding; and her breasts felt puffy and swollen from where he had been too rough. Blue spots had already formed around one nipple and there was a very big bruise down the inside of one thigh. The rest of her body had scratches, lumps and bruises as if she had participated in a day long gang rape. Her thinking was still immensely foggy and her body wouldn't respond rapidly. As she tried to escape him, he gave her a hard slap across the face, knocking her to the floor. Laying on the floor, she pulled together her mental reserve, knowing that she had to concentrate on fighting him and using skills, not physical strength. He had tried force and had been rudely awakened to the fact that she was his equal in physical strength. While it was obvious that she frequently worked out, staying healthy and trim, he hadn't expected her to be as skillful a fighter. He was almost a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, but she was more than an even match for his body. They had briefly wrestled and he had pinned her, but she caught him in the windpipe with her elbow, temporary disabling him. As she walked staggeringly toward the door, he grabbed her hand pulling her back down on the floor. She rolled on her back, pulling both legs into her chest and kicked him hard in the stomach. Jumping to her feet, she was running toward the door when she tripped and fell heavily, hitting her head against the bed frame. As she lay stunned, he rolled over and slapped her with the back of his hand, across her face. Knocked flat on the floor, her reeling head felt his heavy body lay on her, his knees spreading her legs apart as he rubbed his erection against her vagina. Diana tried to shut her legs and escape, but his heavy weight pinned her down as he began to rape her. He tried to kiss her on the mouth but she butted him with her forehead. As he shifted his weight in a reflex movement, it offered the opportunity that she had been waiting for. With a hard grunt, she rammed her knee between his thighs, heavily into his groin. His entire body went limp on her as he collapsed, then rolled slightly away so he could curl up. Pulling herself up to her feet, she stared at the man puking on the floor. Recognizing that he would only be incapacitated for a few minutes, she pulled a curtain down, removing the decorative rope. She tied his arms and legs with the rope and when he quit puking, shoved a rag into his mouth, before putting a gag around his face. Sitting down in a chair, she looked at the man that had ordered her to be drugged and delivered to him, feeling an intense anger that she had never experienced before. Still feeling weak and extremely dizzy, she went into the bathroom, taking a warm shower to wash his smell from her body. ****** Maggie returned to the cargo hold, ignoring the guards as she entered the cargo area. They followed her into the hold. Turning to them she angrily shouted "Get the fuck out of here." One of the guards declared in a Bronx accent "We talked it over. Lucky would kill us if anything happened to our guest. So we're going to watch you." Recognizing that her bluff wasn't working and time was running out, she changed tactics, softly suggesting "Lucky promised me that I could play with him. He's got a cock that you don't see very often. Why don't you boys go back outside and let me enjoy myself?" The Bronx guard tilted his hat back, a smile on his face as he responded "Go ahead. We'll just watch." Turning around, she felt the knife in her robe pocket as she lit another cigarette. She approached The Phantom who had heard part of the discussion. Taking off her robe revealing her still naked body and laying the robe on the other side of The Phantom, she sat down as she whispered "They aren't going to give me a chance to cut the straps. I've got a knife in the robe. They think that I'm an over-active nympho and that I'm down here to get some of your cock. So, I'm going to screw you. As I get the chance, I'll cut one strap and leave you the knife. Then it's up to you - ok?" "Understand. What's your name?" "Maggie. Now shut up and let's get you hard before Lucky comes in here and ruins everything." Her hands enclosed his cock and without hesitation, she slid her lips up and down the shaft as she stroked his rapidly hardening cock. In the background, she could hear the guards as they sat down to watch this blatant display. She ran her tongue around the rim of the cockhead, getting it wet with her saliva. Lowering her head, she gobbled the cock in one swoop, letting the mysterious man thrust it deep into her throat. She could taste his strong musky overpowering scent. She drew her mouth back and forth along the thick shaft, taking the cock so deep she almost gagged before drawing it out until just the very tip was still between her lips. She repeated this, enjoying the feel of the man's large, hard prick in her mouth, knowing that the soft gentle moaning coming from him was caused by her. "Do you like my breasts?", she asked, sitting up, letting go of his almost erect cock. She rubbed the wide pink nipples as she slowly began to knead her lightly veined white skin. Changing position slightly so that she was on the far side of him, she slipped the knife out of the robe with one hand as the other hand cupped her large breasts. While she was pretending to be doing tit-rubbing for the prisoner's benefit, she was actually diverting the guard's attention from what she was really doing - getting the open pocketknife up next to his wrist. "If they would turn you free, I'd let you titty-fuck me." she groaned out loud as she rubbed her hanging down breasts against his mouth, using that distraction to balance one arm next to his wrist. The Bronx guard responded "If you're looking for volunteers, I get off at breakfast." Ignoring the guard, she rubbed her hanging boobs against his lips resulting in another guard yelling "Talk about last requests for a condemned man. That's almost worth dying for." The Phantom raised his head slightly, rubbing his lips against her sensitive nipples and began a pinching motion with his lips as he began to roll her hard nipples between his strong lips. She moaned loudly and her upper body jerked forward at the first pinch. "God, my nipples are so sensitive." she moaned. He raised his head, forcefully sucking her breast into his warm, hungry mouth, flicking his wet tongue against her nipple. Fighting back the desire to smother his face between her large breasts, she slipped the knife blade between his wrist and the leather, rotating the knife until it was against a section of leather that would be hidden by his arm. As he sucked on her breast, biting her nipple roughly, sending short jabs of pleasure throughout Maggie's body, she cut the leather strap. With a groan, he lightly mumbled "I know. Keep going." Now that she was free to change positions, she cupped both breasts and used them as a boxing glove on his face, letting his mouth catch and tug on her enlarged, thimble-sized nipples. Her moaning became guttural, the rougher he was. Abruptly, she stopped and pulled away, changing her position so that she sat on top of him. The smooth muscles of her inner thighs pressed against him, shifting and bunching as she rubbed against his erect cock. Her slow descent onto his cock was maddening - her moans as she felt it enter her, drove him wild with desire. His cock throbbed incessantly, plunging into her moist depths before she started to move her hips to pleasure herself. His arms shook and almost buckled with the intensity of her first thrust - her cunt sucking his cock deeper inside her. Every movement of her cunt, he matched with his own movement, restrained as he was. She rode his cock, shutting her eyes, letting her head fall back as she pressed down with her hips to bring on her orgasm. She felt him tense just as her first orgasm started to burn within her. She arched backwards to cum, grabbing the backs of his thighs with her hands. Her hips ground on the cock buried in her. She cums screaming, feeling his cock pulse within her. Spasms deep in her pussy warned her that his huge cock was in virgin territory - deeper than any cock had ever been before. She dug her fingernails into his chest for a brief moment as he arched his back beneath her, lifting them both. Then he settled back down as the muscles in his arms twitched with exhaustion as he tried to calm his breathing. She leaned over him, laying briefly on his chest as she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling his lips toward her lips as she whispered "Now, fill me with your cum." she gasped. He arched his back slightly, as he buried himself in the tight warm depths that griped his cock. Her legs opened wider as she allowed his length to enter her deeper. She leaned the length of her body against him and started to thrust back onto his cock. He felt the sweet pleasure of his cock wrapped in her warm pussy, driving him upward toward his orgasm. The straps around his legs and wrists tightened as his hands strained to grab her hips as he thrust into her, desperate to be deeper inside her; except for the cut strap on the one arm. She noticed his free arm was stretching a little further than it should if he was really secured. Making a slight shift in position, she laid on top of him, stretching her arm out, using her weight to help hold his arm down as she whispered "Don't move your right wrist." Using her inner muscles, she pressed down on his cock, milking his shaft, feeling his hips twist and strain upward to meet her as his whole body arches to fuck her - not caring if the guards noticed that he has one arm free now. Her body jerks with the force of their thrusts against each other; his cock filling her, growing harder with each thrust. She rammed herself down on his cock over and over, trying desperately to have him cum. She felt him tense, knowing that his release was boiling deep within his loins. As his orgasm flooded her depths with warms jets of his jism, she matched his orgasm with her orgasm. Unable to control herself, she laid on top of his body, shuddering and shaking as her body exploded. She was lying on top of him, feeling his heart pounding against her as she laid across his chest, hearing his shuddering breath in her ears, as it slowly returned to normal. Rolling off him, she stood up, feeling her legs still feeling slightly rubbery. She dressed in her robe and lit a cigarette as she stared at the man that she had just fucked, making sure that the cut strap and knife were hidden. Turning around to the guards, she mumbled through lips clinched around her cigarette "I'm going up on the deck for some fresh air. Would you men like to join me - or are you going to let that big cock fuck you too?" She walked away, knowing that the guards would follow her, leaving the mysterious man alone with one free arm and a sharp knife. ****** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----