Message-ID: <15895eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15895.txt> From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 16 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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <cb708f59.36165f5e@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 12b - The battle begins (cont) ****** It had been easy to get rid of Willie - just open the door and ask him to step in. Walking into the dark room, his head was an easy target for her broken chair leg. Thirty seconds later, his arms were secured and his mouth covered with tape. She walked down the empty hallway wearing Lucky's robe; noticing that it was daybreak. Entering her cabin, she removed the false bottom from her suitcase, removing her Lady Phantom costume. After putting the skin tight uniform on, she slipped into her mid-thigh black riding boots and strapped on the gunbelt. Pulling her hair up and back, she pulled the skull cap on, adjusting the mask to cover her eyes. When she had tried the costume on the first time, the tightness provided pleasure, but with her body swollen and bruised, the tight suit only added to her discomfort. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she observed that her nipples were extremely swollen and made the flimsy fabric of her costume look flimsier. And between her thighs, the swollen pussy lips were highlighted between her legs. She checked both guns, making sure that no one had tampered with them and they were loaded. Holding the shotgun in the crook of her arm, she marched down the still empty hallway, hearing only the click of her boots on the metal deck. She climbed the staircase and stepped out onto the main deck, observing Maggie dressed in her robe with some men standing around her. Walking quietly in the shadows, she hoped that her dark costume and the deep shadows would hide her from view until she was closer. As she walked toward the group, Maggie observed her. After a momentary startle, Maggie started talking to the guards as she continued to distract the guards until Lady Phantom was mere inches from them. Pointing her shotgun at them, The Ghostess Who Walks commanded "Silence. I know how to use this. Drop your weapons." Stunned by the apocalyptic shock of a shotgun barrel pointed at them by an obvious amazon woman wearing a purple, skin tight costume, and a black mask covering her eyes, the men complied with her request. Pointing to the cargo hold with her shotgun, they led the way into the hold. As they entered the hole, something followed her. Turning quickly, she observed Devil who had somehow slipped on the ship and had been silently searching for his master. As they entered the hold, The Phantom paused in pulling on his boots. Leaping to his feet, he buckled his gun belt around his waist as he watched the guards walk down the aisle toward him, followed by a Lady Phantom and Devil. "I should've expected something like this. Who's your tailor - some demented, over sexed Hollywood movie producer?" "I'll tell you about it later. We've got to get out of here." "The woman's on our side." He declared as he strode toward the group. "Maybe - maybe not, but I'm willing to give her a chance to explain some things." Retorted a grim Lady Phantom, vaguely remembering Maggie guiding her to Lucky's bedroom. Raaaannnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!! "What the fuck's that?" asked The Phantom as a loud bell rang unexpectedly. "It's the alarm. Lucky's the only one that can set it off from his room. It'll get the whole ship up. There's no escape now" Responded a dejected Maggie as she sat down on a ledge. As he checked his weapons, The Lady Phantom suggested "The guard's weapons are just outside the door. Should we leave Maggie with their guns while we go after Lucky?" "Sounds like a plan - may be a bad plan, but it's a plan." He responded as he adjusted his costume. The Lady Phantom ran to the door, and returned a moment later with the three guard's weapons. Handing one to Maggie, she said "I don't know if I should trust you after what you did to me." "Listen, honey. I was high on that shit that we were smoking and when Lucky commanded me to bring you to him, it scared me. I did it because I was scared and not thinking correctly. You've got to give me another chance." "You've got it. Only remember that there is some basis for the old jungle saying that an angry Phantom is fearful to behold. You don't screw over me twice." "You two can resolve your minor problems later. We've got a boatload of criminals to deal with. What should we do?" "There's only about ten to fourteen guards. Everyone else is either a guest or servant. You take the top deck and I'll take the cabin deck. Take Devil with you to guard your back and I'll meet you at the stairwell. I've got a score to settle with Lucky." "Whoa, if you're going to settle scores, then you'll need this." He suggested, removing the Skull Ring from his right hand and handing to her. Smiling, she put the familiar ring on her largest finger on her right hand - it was loose, but held in place by her other fingers. Blowing a kiss at her, he picked up the extra two guns so that his guns could be held in reserve. Turning to Maggie, he commanded "If they move, shoot their balls off. After this is over, I want to talk to you about the potential of getting together for a titty-fuck." Grabbing a ladder, he climbed up the ladder, opening the cargo hold door. Immediately there was gunfire. With a jump, he cleared the door, both of his guns blazing away as Devil ran out of the door, taking the stairs to help his master. As The Lady Phantom walked down the corridor, she was challenged by one guard, but a quick pistol shot to his knee put him out of action. On the upper deck, she could hear the screams of men as Devil attacked them and the gunfire as The Phantom returned their gunfire. Stopping at the stairwell, she saw one of the cooks holding a pistol, who was guarding the bottom of the stairwell, looking the other way. He never saw what hit him. A sharp kick to the back of his head, helped by a leap from the hallway above, sent him to oblivion without being able to fire a shot. As she rolled to her feet, a frying pan smacked against the deck from another cook. Jumping in the air and spinning her body, she delivered a sharp kick with her heel behind the second cook's ear knocking him unconsciousness. A third cook came charging her with a cleaver raised over his head as if he was going to make chop suey out of her. Raising her shotgun and pulling the hammer back, she aimed at the cooks head. Staring into the deadly barrel, he stopped so suddenly that he almost fell forward. Dropping the cleaver, he turned and ran. Overhead she heard the shooting, knowing that The Phantom was getting the action that he had always craved. As she stepped into an open doorway, someone opened fire on her, causing her to jump back. The bullet had hit close enough to her to almost get her. Using the reflex action of her jump, she kicked the wall and groaned loudly as if she had been hit, dropping the shotgun so it laid in the open doorway. A moment later, two heavy set men ran through the open doorway, thinking that they had shot her. As the first guy came through the door, she rammed her elbow into his throat, causing him to drop his gun. Behind him, his cohort stopped and started blasting away. Using the first man's body as a shield, she drew her pistol and fired around the body that was shielding her. After she fired two quick shots, she heard a heavy thud as another body hit the floor. Letting go of the man's body that she was using as a shield, his dead body fell to the ground. Stepping over him, she picked up the shotgun and kept walking down the corridor. Willie was standing outside Lucky's bedroom, with a shotgun. He watched her walk down the corridor as he lit his cigarette. With the cigarette hanging from his lips, he swore "I get a bonus if I capture you, so don't make me kill you. You look nice in that outfit, little lady. Are you that fucking no-gooder that all these damn natives have been whispering about?" "Yes, I'm The Phantom and there's an old jungle saying that you should be aware of - Never point a gun at The Phantom. So drop it and get out of my way." He smiled a crooked smile, keeping the lit cigarette hanging from his mouth as he replied "If I drop anything around you, it's going to be my trousers. Now drop your shotgun." He raised his shotgun, pointing it at her, clicking both barrels as he aimed it at her chest. She was only about ten feet away. With a smile on her face, she held the shotgun out and dropped it. As the shotgun clanked against the deck, she drew her pistol and fired one quick shot. For a moment, both of them stood there - the acrid smell of her pistol shot and the smoke filling the small hallway. Then Willie's body shifted slightly as his body collapsed to the deck, firing both barrels into the floor as he fell. His head was turned so that the bullet hole between his eyes was very obvious - and the still lit cigarette between his lips. Holstering her pistol, she stepped over the dead man turned the door knob, pushing the door open. Lucky was smoking a cigar and sitting on his couch, holding a submachine gun that was pointed at the doorway. She stepped into the room as he stared at her and at the dead guard that was visible in the doorway. She declared "I've come for you. From what I remembered, you like your sex rough - the rougher the better. Here's what I'm willing to do. I'll take my pistol belt off and you put your popgun away. Then we'll fight in the middle of the room. If you win - well, you get to do whatever you desire with me. If I win, then I'll kill you." Twirling his cigar around in his mouth, he asked "What all that gunfire on the upper deck? You got friends here?" "Just a ghost up there. What do you say, Lucky? Double or nothing sounds like good odds." "You know - you might have a good body, but I like a little more meat on my women. If you were to gain about ten pounds or so, especially in the boobs, you could be a stunning vixen. Well, I've always been a sucker for beautiful women. Take your gun off and put that crossbar on the door, so we don't have anyone else barge in here, while I'm busy." With one hand, she unbuckled her gunbelt while he aimed the machine gun at her. At that close range and with all that fire power, he could do some damage to her. Throwing her gunbelt over next to the couch, she turned and shut the door, dropping the crossbar on the door. Turning around, she was stunned by a hard fist to her chin where he had slipped across the floor when her back was turned. Slumping to the floor, momentarily dazed, she was pissed because she knew that she was a good fighter, had quick reflexes and a lethal punch, but a cheap shot to her jaw had put her down fast. She couldn't take a punch like she could in her male body. She stared at the asshole as he stood over her, smiling at her. She came to her feet in a single, fluid motion, ready to fight, but the blow had slowed her reflexes. He hit her again, causing the room to spin around her, as she felt dizzy from his blows and crashed back down to the floor. He certainly wasn't pulling any punches and outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. She waited for her vision to clear and for the shakiness to wear off before she would get up again. "Whhhhhooooofffffffff", she groaned as he kicked her in the ribs. He was standing over, his cigar still in his mouth as he declared "Come on, bitch. You were so hot when you waltzed in here, with that big pistol on your belt. Why don't you get up and kick my ass. Come on, and let me show you how I'm ready for you now." He rapped his hand against his nuts as he spit on her "Yeah, bitch. You taught me to be prepared around you. I'm wearing a boxing cup so there's no way that you can hit me and hurt me again. Get up so I can knock you down again - it feels so good to pay you back. After I fuck you, I'm going to cut your nipples off." Spinning on the ground and snapping her leg back in a straight kick, she kicked him in the kneecap, causing his knee to give way as he dropped to the floor. Spinning her arm around in a vicious sweep, she slammed her right hand into his jaw, knocking his cigar from his mouth and snapping his head back as if he had hit a wall. He fell to the ground, and rolled to his feet. She also got to her feet, noticing that he was as sluggish as she was. He stayed away from her and was holding his jaw as he backed up so he could stare at a mirror. On his jaw, was the very clear mark of the skull. Spinning around, he screamed "You fucking bitch. You broke my jaw. I'll kill you." He ran at her like a Bull Moose, his head down slightly and charging her. Easily side-stepping him, she struck him a second time on the jaw, driving it back into his face. With a groan, he collapsed on the floor and laid there. Stepping over him, she walked on shaky feet over to her gun. Picking up the gun, she put it on, hearing some gunfire still going on upstairs. Knowing that he could probably use some help, she unbarred the door and picked up her shotgun. Going up the steps, she discovered that five guards were using a lifeboat to hide behind as they fired at The Phantom. Whistling very loudly, she waited for their reaction. It didn't take long as one spun, pointing his pistol at her but she took him out with the first shot from the shotgun and another gunman with her second shot. She drew her pistol but the remaining men dropped their guns as The Phantom and Devil ran forward. "You all right?" he asked. "Yeah, just got delayed a little downstairs." ****** The other guards surrendered and they marched them down to the cargo hold where they could be locked up. As they neared the cargo hold, Maggie who was still only wearing her robe, was sitting outside, holding her pistol, smoking a cigarette. As they approached her, she raised her pistol and fired in their general direction. Both Phantoms drew their pistols but held their fire, noticing that Maggie's shot had been aimed at some point above them. Then a body fell down the stairs behind them before stopping at the bottom level, obviously dead. It was Lucky, with his skull mark on his jaw. ****** When the harbor police and jungle patrol boarded the ship, all of the crooks were locked up. There was no Phantom, Lady Phantom or Maggie on board the ship. They had taken Maggie ashore with them after giving her time to dress and turned her loose, with The Phantom's good mark on her neck. Both Phantoms rode into the jungle, followed by Devil. Although the day was still young, they didn't ride far because Diana was obviously hurting from her battle and her night long slavery to Lucky. As soon as they were a little ways into the jungle, they found a clearing and made camp. She was still wearing her Lady Phantom costume and stripped down so that she could sleep. While he guarded her, she slept and rested. Throughout the day, she slept. Waking up, she recognized that night had fallen and The Phantom was sleeping beside her. Looking up at the stars, she saw that it was the first full moon of the month. If they hurried back, they could try the Looking Glass again. Curling up next to his sleeping body, she went back to sleep, still feeling exhausted. ****** "Wake up, honey!" Opening her eyes, Diana stared at The Phantom's large body next to her body. Her eyes widened as she recognized what had occurred. Because the real Diana was now back in her natural body and the real Phantom was back in his natural body. While they had slept under the full moon, they had changed back to their correct bodies. Epilogue: Old Jungle Sayings are usually based on fact. After this little adventure, a new jungle saying developed "All people are created equal and shall be considered equal" ending decades of second class citizenship for women within the jungle. The Phantom and his wife made sure of it. The End Authors Note: When I wrote this a couple of years back (which was before the 1997 movie), I had the rough concept of writing two separate stories and turning them both loose at the same time. Only I became involved in other projects and never got around to it. I intended to keep the first chapter the same in both stories and start a different plot beginning with the second chapter. In the other never-written story, The Phantom would've come back to Skull Cave, barely alive from a deadly brush with outlaws. He would've lived long enough to tell his wife that he loved her and then died within the privacy of their cave. Diana would've panicked, rushed out to take revenge on the outlaws and failed. They would've captured her, raped her and left her for dead. She would've made it back to the cave where Mozz is waiting for her. The old man knows that she is the only way that the Phantom's line can be continued. But because she isn't pregnant or doesn't have any already grown kids, there's only one option. The Looking Glass this time transfers her life and soul into the dead Phantom's body. Rising from the ashes of death, the new Phantom goes after the outlaws, whips their butt and makes the jungle safe again. Returning home, the Phantom would bury his dead body in the little cemetery where all wives are buried. Then depression would set in. After a month of feeling sorry, Mozz would convince the new Phantom to go home to America. Returning to America, Kit could only stand outside Diana's parent's home, knowing that if he saw them, that he would have to tell them the truth. Then he runs into Diana's worst enemy from high school. A ravishing blonde also named Diana who has got herself in trouble with the mob. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. The new Phantom returns to the jungle with his new bride and thus the line of future Phantoms is continued. 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