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y The Bear (thkbear@netvoyage.net)
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This is a story about a pimp who seriously pisses off a modern-day
wizard, and the lesson that this teaches. So far in our story,
Leroy Crown (a tall, mean black pimp) has been transformed into
Lee King (a petite oriental woman with a killer bod[pi]), and has had
to 'pay off'two cops.
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.. both men shot off, and the torment ended. The handcuffs were
removed, and the stunned woman stumbled back to her car. All she
heard as she climbed in was the roar of blood in her own ears, and
the laughter of the two men as one called out, "You drive careful
now, ya hear?"
Lee swore to herself that as soon as she got home, she was
ordering some suits made. This short skirt shit was for the
birds. It felt weird, and was damned cold. It also made her look
too much like a whore. She would like to have those cops killed,
but hitting cops was very very bad for business.
Before she knew it, she was pulling up to the King's Club, which
she owned, and where she lived. Someone else was parked in the
caddy's customary spot, but that was a problem to deal with later.
Picking up Leroy's gun, she started to tuck it in it's customary
spot, but realized that she wasn't wearing the hide-away holster,
or any jacket to conceal it. And no pockets? How the fuck to
women manage without pockets? Reluctantly, she left the gun in the
car, at least until she could get a holster made.
It was a short walk across the street to the club, then down the
alley to Leroy's office. There were a couple of girls in the
alley that Lee didn't recognize, and they blocked her way.
"Where ya goin, honey?", asked the first girl. She was tall, in a
tight red dress that positively glowed against her ebony skin.
She was the kind that Leroy had liked. Lee wasn't so sure.
"I got business at the office.", Lee replied, trying to brush past
the girls.
The smaller girl caught Lee's arm as she passed, twisting it
behind her back and swinging her face-first into a wall.
"Authorized personnel only, sweetie. You tell us who authorized
you, and you pass."
"You stupid bitches!", screamed the ex-pimp, enraged at the rough
handling, and at the idea of having to explain why she wanted to
go into her own office. "Let go of me! Lemme go, or I'll do you
dark and dirty."
Lee was silenced as the tall, black lady pulled a thick rope of
Lee's own hair around her head and across her mouth. The two
whores pulled the struggling girl down the alley, and into a side
door at the cheap motel next to the club.
At the top of the stairs, they pulled her into a small hotel room,
just large enough for the bed and a bathroom. Tossing her roughly
at the bed, the women demanded, "Who are you workin' for?" They
stood together, hands on hips, blocking the door.
"The King.", Lee replied. If She couldn't be Leroy right now, she
would claim to be working for him.
The reaction from the two streetwalkers was unexpected. They
laughed. "The king?", asked the black woman. "Leroy's gone
honey. You wanna work, you work for Paco, and that means you work
for me."
"Go to hell.", Lee replied. She stepped into the pair, swinging a
heavy backhand at the insolent hooker. But her arm was much
shorter than it used to be, and she missed badly. The two tackled
her, not like a catfight, but like linebackers. In moments Lee
was pinned to the bed.
The two wasted no time, securing her in place with ropes that were
already in place at the corners of the bed. The shorter girl
laughed at Lee's struggles. "Doin' the tie-down dance, honey?
We've done this one before, to tougher girls than you, so you
might as well lay back and enjoy the ride."
"You stupid cunts.", Lee fumed. "When I get loose, I'm gonna wip
your asses for this. What the hell do you think your doing?"
"What we're doing, sugar", explained the taller girl, "is teaching
the new girl the ropes. You work for me, and I work for the man.
When you finish learning that, then you get to go to work. Not
before."
With practiced skill, the two ladies moved to either side of the
bed. One reached under Lee's skirt, grabbing a handful of her
thick, black bush. She pulled hard enough that Lee was forced to
hoist her hips off the bed, lest the lady rip her wool out by the
roots. The other, waiting for the right moment, slid the bound
girl's dress out from under her bottom and up over her head.
Then the two whores really went to work. One knelt down between
the helpless girl's splayed legs, and pressed her face into her
exposed crotch. Softly, she began to nuzzle her, spreading her
pussy lips with her fingers, all the while licking and sucking her
to gentle arousal. The taller hooker began to knead Lee's
breasts, working her firm tit-flesh until her nipples grew hard
beneath her touch.
Lee lay in helpless amazement. Was this supposed to be a
punishment? Hell, if it wasn't for the ropes, Leroy would have
loved this. Lee still did. Relaxing into the experience, she let
a moan escape. She felt herself getting wet. It was a strange
experience, one she had never had before, but could definitely
grow to like. She felt a small rumble beginning inside her loins,
a preface to the thunderous pleasures that were about to break
loose.
The smaller girl felt it too, and picked up her pace, flicking her
tongue over Lee's oriental clit with manic speed. Lee was moaning
continuously now, and it was obvious that she was about to cum.
Both of her lovers stopped, leaving Lee gasping, at the edge of
release. She heaved her hips into the air, in a vain pursuit of
the tongue that was retreating from her love nub.
"Oooow, poor baby.", cooed the smaller girl with an evil grin.
"Did you need more?" Slowly, one finger traced a circle around
the bound girl's naked pussy, working her swollen lips gently,
keeping Lee's fires burning, but denying her the relief that
orgasm would give. Playfully, the whore fluffed her prisoner's
sticky pubic hair, adding more stimulus.
Lee groaned as the taller woman began to play with her tits again,
flicking the rigid nipples with her thumbs, all the while twisting
her mountainous mammaries in her firm grip.
"You don't get to cum yet, baby-doll.", the taller whore teased.
"Only people who work for me get that privilege. Show her, short-
cake."
The smaller girl deserted Lee's hungry pussy, crawling up over her
bound form until she was up near Lee's head. Swinging her hips
into position over Lee's face, she spread her pussy lips and
settled in on the helpless girl's mouth.
Leroy had always prided himself on his cunnilingual skill, but he
preferred to be on top, in control. Lee didn't have that option.
She was staring right into this girl's cunt as it was lowered onto
her face. She decided that she wasn't going to give these bitches
anything, so she clamped her mouth shut, refusing to service the
girl.
"You think you have a choice here?", asked the small girl. All
she could see of Lee's face were her eyes. Her mouth was
completely covered, and her nose was buried in the whore's thick
bush. Reaching down into that wooly nest, she found her
prisoner's nose, and slowly pinched it closed. "Guess how I hold
my licker?", she teased. "You lick me good, and I let you breath.
There isn't an 'or else', cause you have to breath. So do me
honey."
Lee was struggling for air, but her tormentor was kneeling with
one thigh on each side of her head, so she had no way to turn her
head away. No escape. Finally, she gave, and began to work the
girl's slot with her tongue.
Two things happened when she did that. First, the girl on her
face relaxed her grip, allowing her some air. Second, the taller
lady began to massage Lee's still hungry honey-pot. Lee began to
approach climax again, even as the girl on her face began to pump
her hips, riding Lee's face towards an orgasm of her own.
The girl came before Lee could, and again the attention ceased.
Lee gasped for air, due to both suffocation and passion.
"So now, sugar. Who do you work for?", asked the taller whore.
"Leroy", Lee replied.
"Good", smiled the head hooker. "I get to have some of you too."
So saying, she swung one leg across Lee's face, and pressed her
own love-tunnel down onto the bound girl's face.
No suffocation was needed this time. Lee began to lick and suck
at once. And her own pleasure followed. She tried to go slow, so
she could climax before the two women realized that she had, but
they were experts at this. As Lee slowed her tongue, so did the
girl working on her clit. After ten minutes, the second whore
came with a quivering spasm, and Lee was left even hornier than
before.
"We can do this all day, and all night, you know. And if we get
tired, we can get some more help in here. But you can't come, and
you can't go, until we say so. Now, who do you work for?"
"You!", Lee replied without hesitation. If saying that was all
it took to get loose, Lee was willing to play along. She knew
where Leroy's gun was, and would put these two cunts in their
place real fast.
"You know", mused the taller whore, "That was too easy. I don't
think you really meant that. So we're going to play for a while
longer."
And the game continued, despite Lee's pleas and promises. The two
women took advantage of her helpless state, teasing her until she
was ready to cum, then stopping short and forcing her to service
them.
After about an hour, Lee was approaching exhaustion, and the
ladies found it harder to keep her aroused. This was soon solved,
as two more whores were summoned to take over the duty.
These were different. One was a thin blond who wore a black
leather jacket and cap, and the other was a redhead with a studded
collar. Leather-lady seemed to be in charge. She directed her
partner to things ready, while she set up a camera.
Lee was in shock. They were going to take pictures of her, like
this? She struggled, trying to free herself, which only seemed to
amuse the one in charge.
Meanwhile, the girl in the collar had gotten out a small
assortment of diabolical objects. The first of these was a long
riding crop, tipped with a stiff feather. It was quickly put to
use.
Lee jumped as she felt the feather begin to slide up her inner
thighs. Leroy had never been ticklish, but she wasn't Leroy
anymore. As a second feather was brought into play, Lee began to
giggle. Soon she was laughing out loud. What was worse, one of
the feathers was working her tired pussy while the other ran from
her ribs down to her toes, and back again. Soon, Lee was hornier
than before. Her problem was that, instead of stopping and
starting as the tongue-lashing she received earlier had, this was
a continuous soft rub. Firm enough to feed her lust, but not
enough to satisfy it. And any attempt to steel herself against
the insidious thing was ruined, washed away in laughter brought on
by the second feather. Lee didn't want the feather between her
legs. She wanted a finger, a tongue, anything hard enough to let
her come.
There wasn't anything. SHe begged, pleaded, promised, and even
threatened. It made no difference. These girls wouldn't stop
while she was sane.
The girl with the riding crop began to concentrate on the bound
girl's clit, bringing her even closer to climax. Lee thrust her
hips upwards, trying to achieve that tiniest bit of extra
pressure, extra friction that it would take for release. Just as
she was about to achieve it, both feathers stopped and withdrew,
leaving her gasping and empty, pumping herself madly in a futile
attempt to bring herself off against thin air. There was a flash
of light, and Lee realized that the girls had been planning that
moment. Her, bound to the bed, with the mixture of mad laughter
and animal lust still on her face, ass in the air, and nobody else
in sight of the camera.
"Who do you work for?", demanded the leather-clad torturess.
"You", replied Lee wearily. "You. Anyone. Please, let me go.
I'll do whatever you want. Just let me cum."
The whore laughed cruelly, and began to pack up the camera.
Almost as an afterthought, she gave a gesture to her partner. The
other girl picked up the riding crop, reversed it, and began to
rasp the braided leather handle against Lee's desperate clit. In
moments, Lee felt her body climb that mountain of lust again. But
this time, it didn't stop at the edge. The riding crop drove her
to the edge of that precipice she had known all through the night,
and beyond. Her world exploded in an orgasm that hit her like a
bomb. This was followed almost at once by another, even stronger
than the first. Her vision clouded, and she heard a roaring in
her ears, then silence. She lay in an exhausted afterglow, and
drifted into that dark, warm place called sleep.
End of Chapter 2
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The Bear
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Subject: REPOST: Lee's Lesson 2/4 (mf nc magic tickling bdsm)
From: The Bear
Date: 1996/07/21
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Lee Learns a Lesson Chapter 2
