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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.
... "and what of teaching me by turning me to animal and bird,
from beaver to the smallest bob-a-link.
I should have had a whirl at changing to a girl,
to learn the way the creatures think!" - King Arthur, Camelot
* * *
The doctor watched through a slit in the curtains as Leroy drew
his white cadillac up in front of the house. The tall black man
looked like a comic-book parody of a pimp. Standing about 6'3",
wearing a purple suit and a broad- brimmed white hat with
feathers, he looked completely out of place in the upper-middle
class neighborhood.
The girl he helped out of the car looked like she might fit in, if
she wore a bit less makeup. It almost covered the frightened look
on her face. She was "fresh meat" in street parlance: A girl who
was new to the streets, and still had some of her innocence.
Innocence was a rare and pricey commodity in the Leroy's world,
and never lasted long.
The bell rang, and the doctor counted slowly to 10 before opening
the door. The large man who filled the doorway had his arm wrapped
quite possessively around the attractive blond girl, as if to keep
her from running away. Probably not far from the truth.
"Well, well, well!", exclaimed the pimp loudly as he entered the
hall. "If this ain't somethin'. Who did this place, Robin Hood?"
The doctor smiled, and escorted the two into the large front room.
The man's loud voice and harsh manner clashed with the rich,
medieval theme of the dark room. It also clashed with the
doctor's sensibilities, as if he needed more reason to dislike the
man. He smiled again, more warmly this time, at the girl. Girl?
Yes, she was. Probably hadn't seen her 16th birthday yet.
"Hey, doc.", the brash man laughed. "House calls cost, and you no
the deal. No pay, no play. So lay some green on me, and then you
can lay..."
The doctor waved the irritating man to silence, and drew a packet
of bills from his pocket and held them out. As the pimp reached
for the money, the doctor gave the packet a sudden flick, as if
cracking a wip.
The puff of white powder that had been hidden inside the money
caught both the man and the child by surprise, and both slumped to
the carpet.
Now, for the first time, the doctor spoke. "Mr. Crown, young lady,
welcome to my home. I know you can hear me, you just can't move."
As he spoke, the doctor lifted the girl-child onto a chair,
adjusting her to a comfortable position. "As for the decor, yes
it is an odd fashion, but it suits me and my profession quite
well. You see, I am a wizard. A magician. A practitioner of the
arcane arts. And you, Mr. Leroy Crown have made me angry."
The pimp was scared, staring right at the ceiling, and unable to
even close his eyes. He felt himself being moved onto a table of
some kind, but couldn't turn his head to see where he was. He
felt his clothes being peeled off, and couldn't do anything about
it. He didn't know what he had done to piss this crazy old man
off, but he knew that, if got out of this, he was going to kill
the old bastard. He saw a hand in front of his face, then
darkness, as the old man closed his staring eyes.
When his eyes re-opened, he could see the old man, now wearing a
long robe of dark blue velvet. He had a long knife of glass and
silver, which he set down on the table, and began preparing
powders and potions for what was to follow.
"You are probably wondering why I am doing this.", said the doctor
calmly, as if explaining a vaccination to a child. "If it was up
to me, I wouldn't tell you, but the spell I have in mind requires
that you know the reason." Painting two circles on the black man's
chest, he continued to explain. "I have a daughter. A month ago,
she ran away from home. You found her. You tried to recruit her
into that cheap, ugly world you infest. Before you were through,
you had drugged her, and raped her. When she refused to sleep
with the old pervert you had selected as her first 'date', you
beat her, and ended up slashing her face with a straight razor.
The cuts will heal. In time, the shock might heal. My anger
won't".
Raising the dagger in both hands, he set the point onto the
helpless man's chest, directly over his heart. "You took my
daughter from me, now I am going to take from you. Everything you
are, everything you do, every part of your life that you enjoy. I
take it from you now!"
Leroy Crown watched in helpless immobility as the dagger plunged
into his heart. He felt a ripping pain, and then a silence such
as he had never heard before. The silence was that of his own
heart, suddenly still. Darkness washed over him.
* * * *
Leroy Crown awoke with a start. He was dazed for a moment, then
memory flooded back. Clutching at his chest almost convulsively,
he felt for the dagger, the wound that he knew must be there. His
hands found no dagger, no blood, no scar. They did find something
else. His hands grasped large, soft, decidedly female breasts.
He sat up in shock, and saw the reflection that greeted him in the
mirror. He screamed, his voice unnaturally high, which made him
scream all the more. The mirror held the reflection of a small,
oriental woman.
Frantic, Leroy pulled off the sheet that had covered him, plunging
a searching hand down between those soft, shapely thighs. His
fingers found curly pubic hair, and a woman's vagina. He
struggled to look down past the breasts that blocked his view, to
see for himself if his hands were lying to him.
"Oh my gawd. Its gone.", he cried, shocked by the feminine
quality of the voice that came from his throat.
"Of course its gone.", came the calm reply from the corner.
Stepping out of a shadow was the doctor, still wearing his flowing
blue robe. "I told you, I was going to take from you everything
you had, everything you do, and everything you valued. You
enjoyed being a large, intimidating black man. I took that from
you. You enjoyed your little kingdom. I took that from you. You
enjoyed frightening women. I took that from you. You enjoyed
being Leroy Crown, pimp and pusher. I took that from you. You
have no name, no identity. What money you had with you is all you
have. Everything Leroy 'The King' Crown owned, he still owns.
You just aren't 'The King' any more."
"You motha' fuka'", screamed the enraged man/girl. "I'll carve
yo' balls off fo this!" Leaping across the room, she threw a
twisting, bone breaking punch at the fragile old man. It landed,
almost without force.
"You'll find that you don't have the reach, weight, or strength
you used to have.", the old man laughed as he easily blocked,
avoided, or simply ignored the rest of the attack. "You also lack
the balance, since your center of gravity is different, and your
arms and legs are jointed a bit differently. In short, you punch
like a girl."
"What the fuck did you do to me!", the frustrated trans-sexual
wailed. "I'll kill you for this."
"You may want to wait until you learn the rest.", replied the old
man with confidence. "Unless, of course, you want to spend the
rest of your life that way."
"Talk, old man. Talk while you still can." The threat sounded
empty, even to one who made it. He, no 'she' stood in a strange
place, naked and unarmed, making threats.
The old man casually tossed the naked girl a piece of cloth, which
turned out to be a dress, saying, "Why don't you put something on.
Or did you plan to try and seduce me?" After waiting a few
moments, he continued, "The enchantment I placed on you is a
powerful one. I had to keep you here for three days to complete
the spell. But even that spell is not permanent. You will remain
a woman until you have learned what it feels like to be treated as
an object, as you treated my daughter. Until you truly understand
the pain you have caused to so many women. Until you learn to
care about someone other than yourself. Then, and only then, will
you become a man again."
Leroy tossed the flimsy dress aside, and went over to the clothes
he had worn here. Grabbing the loud purple pants, he tried to put
them on. They were long and baggy, and wouldn't fit past the
broad swell of the new feminine hips. The shirt had no hope of
closing around the large, soft breasts that now adorned his chest.
Angrily, reluctantly, he picked up the dress.
"Oh don't worry", the old man commented. "It will fit. Do you
recognize it, by the way? It's the same dress you gave my
daughter. I cleaned off the blood, and adjusted it a bit."
Leroy was having trouble with the dress. It fit all right, but
the zipper was a pain. Finally, by twisting one arm up his/her
back, to hold the fabric in place, and reaching back over his/her
left shoulder to pull the zipper, he/she managed to finish
dressing.
"Well, if you had to make me a woman, at least you did a good job
of it.", Leroy said. Walking back to the pile of purple clothes,
she found the wallet and money clip that used to belong to her, as
Leroy. She also found the other thing she was looking for. The
blue-steel automatic pistol that 'The King' always carried.
Spinning quickly, she brought it to bear on the old man. "But I
think you can undo this shit a lot easier than you said. Lay the
cure on me, or lay down and die."
The doctor looked amused, and actually appeared about to laugh out
loud. Leroy fired, fighting the kick of the large weapon. The
bullet struck and shattered a statue just behind the doctor. It
wasn't where Leroy had intended to hit, but he/she figured it
would do to scare the old man. He/she had figured wrong.
"You don't want to do that.", smiled the bemused old man. "Even
if I could be hurt by that thing, the selfish anger you feel just
makes it that much harder for you to break the spell. If you
killed me, the spell would be unbreakable by any means."
Without a word, Leroy fired. The gun jerked in his hand, and he
thought he had missed again. But no, he hadn't. Not exactly.
The bullet had flown straight at the wizard's head, but slowed
down as if under water. The silver-haired sorcerer reached up and
casually plucked the slug from the air.
"You see. I told you that was a waste of time.", he beamed at the
frustrated woman.
Looking at the gun in impotent rage, Leroy nearly threw at at the
smirking man. "I got friends", he warned. "Maybe I can't hurt
you, but my boys gonna do you like you never been done before.
You a dead man."
"You pitiful excuse for a human being.", the old man snarled,
finally tired of the threats. "You really are stupid. All your
'friends' are predators like you. But you aren't a predator any
more. You are prey! Which of your friends will believe you,
treat you like 'The King'?. All they'll see is a 40 inch chest
and a 22 inch waist, and the money that body can make for them.
The china-doll face comes with a china-doll accent, by the way,
when you stop being angry. And the 38 inch hips are jointed to
give a truly delightful wiggle when you walk. They'll treat you
like you treated my daughter. Fresh meat!"
Silent with rage, Leroy grabbed the clothes he could no longer
wear, and stormed outside to the car. He had trouble getting the
door open in the dark, cursing at the uncomfortable size
everything was. Tossing the purple suit on the seat, he/she got
in and started to drive. Almost at once, he/she had to stop the
car and adjust the seat. It seems that Leroy the woman was nearly
a foot shorter than Leroy the man had been. Angrily, she fixed
the seats, moved the mirrors, and took off with a squeal of tires.
Without thinking, she headed back to familiar territory. Paying
little attention to the road, she planned her revenge on the old
man. If he couldn't be hurt, his daughter could. Once found, she
could be used to make the old man fix this.
Leroy was so immersed in plans that he/she almost missed the
flashing lights of the police car that had begun trailing the
white caddy. With a start, he/she realized what was happening,
and eased the powerful car over to the curb.
Two officers got out, approaching the car from either side. One
aimed a flashlight inside, scanning for weapons. Then, satisfied,
he approached the window. "Hello ma'am", he began. "Did you
realize that you were driving without your headlights?"
Headlights? Damn, he had forgotten. The road was well lit, and
he simply missed it. Stay cool, he told himself. He had taught
his girls how to handle this, he should be able to. Smiling what
he/she hoped was a pretty smile, she asked, "Did I really forget
that? Thank you for letting me know. I might have had an
accident. Is there anything else?"
"I don't think we need to write a ticket on this one. Just show
me your license and registration, and if they're ok than you're
free to go."
Leroy reached for his wallet, then remembered. The license was
for a large black man. "I'm sorry, but I left my license at home.
Is that a problem?"
The second officer had been examining the car. A white caddy
convertible with white fur upholstery was unusual. Spotting the
white 'pimp' hat on the seat, he asked the driver, "Is this your
car ma'am?"
Leroy was in trouble, but not much. She had no license, but the
car wasn't stolen, and she had no criminal record. That had been
left behind, along with everything else. "No, it belongs to my
boss. He loaned it to me for the evening."
Checking the registration, the first officer said, "I think I know
your 'employer'. You work for Leroy Crown?"
"Yes". What was this honky up to? Leroy didn't like the look on
the man's face.
"Get out of the car please.", he asked in an official tone.
Escorting her around the car, he turned her towards the car, and
ordered her, "Place your hands on the car. Feet back, and spread
em'."
Leroy had had to "assume the position" before, and never really
gave it a thought. It was weird in high heels, but the woman
didn't see what was coming. She jumped when the officer began
searching her, starting at her naked ankles, sliding his hands all
the way up under the tight miniskirt, and began fondling her ass.
"Yeah, she works for Leroy all right. No panties, and no Id.
Tell me, miss...?"
"Le...", he caught himself. No, herself. She wasn't Leroy any
more, and had to stop acting like him. "Lee King", she answered,
voice tightly controlled.
"Tell me, you want to pay your fine in the field?", asked the
officer with a grin.
Leroy had had to pass the occasional C-note, and Lee was prepared
to do it again. "Sure", she replied, reaching for the money clip.
"Always happy to support the police.", she replied. Anything, to
get out of this.
With a quick move, the officer pulled the surprised girl's hands
behind her, and handcuffed her. Before she could even form a
protest, she had been hustled back to the patrol car, where she
found herself facing the other officer, seated in the open
passenger door, facing out. His pants were open, and his cock was
out, and at attention. "Support this.", he ordered her.
Lee was in shock. This guy wanted him to do what? Of course he
had taught his girls to do this kind of thing. "Be nice to vice",
he always said, but Leroy had never sucked a man's cock before.
Before she could protest, she was forced to her knees, and found
her face buried in the man's hairy crotch, fingers in her hair
holding her in place. Even as she sucked the rigid rod, she felt
hands hiking up the skirt in back, exposing her broad, soft ass to
the cool night air. God, this couldn't be happening. All
protests, however, were smothered by the shaft that pressed
against the back of the helpless ex-pimp's throat. She continued
to suck and lick the cock that filled her mouth, desperate to get
the man off and get this nightmare over with.
The position that Lee was in forced her to bend forward,
presenting her bottom as an irresistible target, and the second
officer wasted no time. He began to fondle her ass, working his
hands around and up the handcuffed girl's body so he could grab a
handful of tit. Lee tried to ignore him, but the sensations were
weird, and and it soon became apparent that she was getting turned
on.
All thoughts of pleasure vanished when, suddenly, she felt the
man's hands pull her ass cheeks apart, and he levered his cock
against her tight, puckering asshole. Leroy had been butt-fucked
one time, while in jail. It hadn't been too bad, though he had
had to kill the man later. This was nothing like that previous
time. All Lee felt when penetrated was pain. She spread her
legs, instinctively trying to ease the pressure. No use. He
wasn't very big, but was large enough that she felt as if he might
tear her rectum with his violent thrusting.
With tears of pain in her eyes, effectively gagged by a cop's
cock, Lee King was getting a double-barrelled lesson in sex. A
lesson that Leroy had taught many times, but had never really
appreciated. Lee didn't appreciate the irony, however. She just
wanted it to end.
Finally, 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?"
End of Chapter 1
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From: The Bear
Date: 1996/07/21
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