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y The Bear (thkbear@netvoyage.net)
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explicit material, leave now. If you are easily offended by
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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), and has had
to pay off two cops. Finding her way back to Leroy[pi]s old
haunts, she is accosted by two hookers, who object to her working
their turf. They proceed to teach her a lesson. Surviving that
ordeal, she proceeds to her old office, only to find it taken over
by a new pimp, who forces her to prove she isn[pi]t a cop, and
demands to know where to find Leroy.
* * * *
Lee spun and headed for the door into the club. A naked woman
running through there would have trouble, but it couldn't be worse
than the beating that was coming. She ran straight into
Fireplug, who had moved into her path at the last instant. It was
like hitting a wall.
The struggling girl was brought back to the chair, kicking and
screaming. Fireplug enjoyed this part. He attached the long
spreader bar between her ankles, forcing her into a beautiful
fuck-me spread. Then he got out his toys. He knew that some
people beat women with the strap. He did something much worse.
Perfect for stuck-up bitches like this.
Lee was amazed at the things being unloaded onto the desk. The
strap was less than 18 inches long, not the three foot belt Leroy
had used. And this one had brass grommets in each end. Then she
saw the dildoes. Two of them, which Paco was greasing up.
Paco enjoyed this. He waited while Fireplug lay the bound girl
onto the desk, forcing her onto her back. Then he slowly pressed
the first dong into the girl's spread pussy. When it was halfway
in, he started on the second. It was smaller than the first, but
he didn't want to ruin the bitch. Once she was writhing on the
desk, trying to dislodge the twin toys, he hooked the strap to the
bolt heads he had attached to the desk, and the other end to the
back of the chair. Then he grabbed one of the girl's arms as
Fireplug grabbed the other, and they picked her up. She screamed
again as they set her down straddling the broad strap like a rider
in a saddle. Her own weight drove the twin cocks home. The only
way she could lose those things was to sprout wings.
Lee bucked and twisted, balanced on her divine fulcrum. Her toes
barely brushed the floor, so her entire weight was holding the
cocks inside, slowly stretching both her holes. Suddenly, the
sensations grew more intense, and the helpless girl realized that
Paco had hooked something onto the back of the chair, something
that vibrated. The quivering motion was carried by the taut
strap, and straight into her tightly packed holes. It set her
whole body quaking, from her firm bouncy ass to her jiggly, tight,
tormented tits.
Paco listened as the love-angel's screams of protest turned to
gasps, groans, and moans. He knew that she would be cumming in a
few minutes, and that would feel like heaven. The second orgasm
would be almost as nice. But by the fifth or sixth, without rest,
her mind would be numb. He was going to make her talk, or brain-
burn her into drooling idiocy. He wanted the information, but he
wanted to teach this bitch her place even more.
"Enjoyin' the ride, rice-cake?", asked Fireplug. "Settle in nice
and comfy. It's going to be a long night."
Lee pulled on her bindings with both hands, but only succeeded in
yanking her own head back, so she was staring at the ceiling with
her mouth gaping open. She felt the explosion coming from within,
and rode it to heaven when it came. Almost at once, she felt
another one building. That had never happened before. Leroy had
prided himself on his endurance, but even he had had to take time
to get it up again. This was insane, and completely new. Lee's
moan rose to a wail as the next orgasm overtook her. Lee tried to
think of a way out, an escape, but couldn't concentrate with the
vibrators drilling and chipping away at her mind. The vibrating
shaft in her inexperienced love-tunnel was driving her mad, and
there wasn't anything to do about it.
Paco watched the girl ride the love seat through orgasm after
orgasm, groaning and crying with each spasm, but not talking
either. Standing up, he approached the bound beauty and grabbed a
double handful of tit. Squeezing the huge breasts first with one
hand, then the other, he worked the girl back to the edge of
sanity, then gleefully pushed her over.
"You get to stay on this ride until you tell us where Leroy is.
You're gonna tell us, but take your time. I like watching you get
fucked to death."
Lee thrashed around, trying to escape the tit-twisting, but there
was no retreat possible. Paco was an expert, and worked her
nipples with his fingers and thumbs until they were cherry hard,
and both of her tits were in a tingly ache. And there was no end
in sight. They wouldn't let her out until she told them where
Leroy was, and she couldn't do that.
Fireplug reached around the writhing girl's tormented form and
gently slid his hand down between her pumping crotch and the now-
wet leather strap. Finding her hot clit, he gently pressed it
against the leather-powered lover, intensifying the sensation ten-
fold. He was rewarded by a moaning wail of animal passion as the
girl was driven over the edge and into a series of ever-
intensifying orgasms.
Lee was overwhelmed. As soon as one convulsion passed, the next
one began. She had no time to recover, no time to think, no time
to breath. Wave after wave of sexual thunder pounded her mind and
her soul, leaving her nothing. She was aware of what was
happening, but unable to stop it. Soon she was aware only of her
cunt, and the double dongs inside her, and what they were doing.
She passed out.
\* * * *
Her eyes fluttered open. She was dimly aware that she was moving.
All she saw was darkness, punctuated by occasional flashes of
glaring light that made her eyes hurt. After a few minutes, she
remembered her name. She was Lee. She used to be Leroy. A face
swam into sight. It was a woman. The woman who had tease-
tortured her the previous night. Her face was upside down, which
didn't do anything to help. Slowly, Lee realized that she was
laying down in the back seat of a car. She tried to sit up. but
couldn't manage it. She tried to speak, but something was wrong
with her mouth.
"Well, honey", commented the black lady, as she held Lee's head in
her lap. "You held out longer than anybody I ever heard of.
'Course, Fireplug got the hots for that nice ass o' yours and
rushed things. Too bad it was all wasted."
Lee remembered. The office. The strip-search. The saddle strap,
with the vibrating dildoes. She reached for her poor, tortured
vagina, but couldn't for some reason. Something was holding her
hands.
Fireplug's face came into view, black skin against night sky.
"Hey, the bitch is awake.", he called to someone out of sight,
probably Paco. "You know, china-doll, if you wanted to keep
Leroy's hidin place a secret, you shouldn't have parked his car
right in front of the club, with his suit and address book on the
front seat."
Lee tried to answer, but something was in her mouth. After a
moment, she recognized it as a dildo. It was tied in place,
effectively gagging her.
"Get used to it, honey.", the black girl smirked. "Paco found a
buyer for you. Some rich bastard in Frisco paid 10 grand for a
chinese slave girl. Once he saw your picture, it was a done deal.
You gonna be makin' movies every day, and keepin' the old fart
happy every night."
Lee's mind rebelled. Sold? As a sex-slave? She'd never break
the spell this way. She had to get loose, grab the doctor's
daughter, make him change her back. These people were going to
keep her in chains for the rest of her life.
The car slowed to a stop. Lee was pulled out of the back seat,
and set on her feet. Someone had dressed her again, but the rough
pavement on her bare feet told her that they had neglected to
return her shoes.
They stood in front of the doctor's house. Fireplug took one arm,
and the black woman took the other, and they all but carried the
bound girl towards the door.
Paco rang the bell, and drew a gun. After a few seconds, he rang
it again. Moments later, the doctor opened the door, dressed in a
bathrobe. Before he could say a word, Paco had shoved the gun
into his mouth, and was forcing the befuddled old man back inside.
"I am looking for Leroy Crown. He was here four days ago. Where
is he?"
The doctor looked at the boney, scarred face before him, then
slowly reached up towards the gun. Using two fingers, he gently
withdrew the blue steel barrel from his mouth. Smiling calmly, he
replied, "He's here. In fact, he just returned."
"Good.", snarled the tall mexican. Stepping back, he raised the
gun. "If he's here, I don't need you".
Lee threw herself against Paco as he fired. If the old man was
killed, she would be stuck in this body forever.
She needn't have worried. Again, the wizard proved more than
ready, catching the slow-motion bullet as if it were a ping-pong
ball. Then, with surprising speed, he brought his hands together.
The clap of his palms was matched by a clap of thunder, and flash
of light brighter than the sun. Lee was thrown back, the impact
against the heavy door driving the wind from her. Awash in pain,
she sank slowly to the floor. The others were already down.
Their bodies must have shielded her from part of the blast.
The last thing in sight was the old man. He was talking to
something dark and leathery, with wings. Darkness closed in.
* * * *
Lee awoke with a start. Everything hurt. She raised a hand to
her head to try and stop the spinning. She stopped suddenly. The
hand was black.
"That's right, Leroy. You're back.", came the voice from the
doorway.
Leroy looked down at his arms, his body. Everything was there.
Slipping a hand between his legs, he confirmed it. *Everything*
was there.
"I must be getting clumsy in my old age. I thought I had that
spell right.", the old man mused. "Ah, well, if at first you
don't succeed..."
"Don't you dare try again. Not on me!", the black man warned. "I
played your game, and I won. I broke the spell. It's over."
"That's the problem. You didn't break the spell. Not really.",
chuckled the old man as he walked inside. Offering Leroy his
clothes, he explained. "The spell is still on you. I can tell.
But somehow, it released you. At least in part. You learned
about half of the lesson. You tried to save me, but you were
still thinking only of yourself. That fooled the spell."
"Fooled the spell? That doesn't sound too good."
"Well, it depends on how you look at it. You are a man, for now,
but that may change."
"Look, old man", started Leroy in anger. Then, catching himself,
he started over more calmly. "I've had enough. I learned my
lesson. I don't need any more."
"Well, that isn't up to me." The doctor studied the pimp for a
long moment. "You are yourself again, but the moment you forget
any of the lessons you learned, that will change. The spell is
giving you the benefit of the doubt."
"Well, I ain't ever going back to that shit. I'll eat my gun
first.", Leroy said, half serious. "How do I get rid of this
thing completely. What do I do."
The doctor pondered this for long seconds before replying. "If
you really want to do something for someone else, here's an idea.
Go visit my daughter. Apologize to her, and mean it. It will help
her recover, and may help you as well."
Leroy swore he would visit the hospital, and headed for the door.
As he left, he saw a sight that drove fear deep into his heart.
Looking through a partially open door, he saw two women, naked and
unconscious in a side room. One was black, the other mexican.
Leroy headed out the door as fast as he could get there.
* * * *
"Would you like some more coffee, detective?", offered the doctor?
"No thanks, I've got to go file my report. I tell you though, it
was the weirdest thing.", commented the detective in wonder. "Here
we are, looking all over the place for this slimeball, and he
shows up at the hospital. He talks to your daughter, and
confesses to the whole mess. On tape, no less."
"Well, life is full of surprises", replied the doctor with a
smile.
"Even better, Leroy doesn't get to roll over on this one. We got
a tip that Leroy's boss is a guy named Luthor, and that he had a
vice cop on his payroll. We got names, dates, and places, and they
check out. Leroy has nothing to trade." As he walked towards the
door, the officer saw the strange equipment in the room off of the
hall, and couldn't help but ask. "What kind of doctor are you,
exactly?"
"My specialty is computers. Particularly, Virtual Reality. I
have a new system that gives total sensory immersion. Touch,
taste, smell, sight and sound."
"Is that the stuff where they can make it look like you're
somebody else, exploring Mars or something?", queried the
detective?
"Precisely. It can make anything happen, like magic.", he replied
with a smile.
End of Chapter 4
End of Story
Epilogue...
Prostitution is called the [greater equal]victimless crime[less equal] by those who don[pi]t
know any better. The victim is usually the prostitute herself.
She is often a person who turns to this way of life as a last
resort, and soon becomes enslaved to either a pimp, or drugs, or
both. Many pimps intentionally get their girls hooked on drugs,
but won[pi]t tell them exactly what they are taking. The only
supplier that they know of is the pimp, so he owns them body and
soul. And frequently, the police arrest the girls, but not their
pimps, and certainly not the customers (who may be wealthy,
influential men). France has an interesting law regarding this:
Prostitution is legal, but pimping is not. Perhaps there is no
victim there. I don[pi]t know.
Comments welcome
The Bear
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Subject: New Story: Lee's Lesson 4/4 (mf nc magic bdsm)
From: The Bear
Date: 1996/07/20
Message-Id: <4sqv6r$d7c@news.netvoyage.net>
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Lee Learns a Lesson Chapter 4
