The Phantom

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.

The Phantom By Waldo

Chapter 1 - Life in Skull Cave

The unmistakable sound of an ax biting into solid wood kept vibrating loudly through the jungle, echoing off the centuries old trees that populated this deep, dark remote area of the African jungle. As the almost completely nude, elderly male pigmy slowly walked down the trail, the repeating "chunk" sounds kept getting louder as he approached the clearing. Pushing a large, hanging-down leaf away with his ancient, hand-carved walking staff, the native stepped into the clearing, finding the reason for his late afternoon search.

In the center of the African jungle clearing, stood an American. It was obvious not only from the clothes, but also from the general stance. While the native men dressed in a simple loincloth and the native women wore a simple cloth wrapped around the waist, those weird Americans preferred to wear long trousers and long-sleeved khaki shirts, regardless of their gender. This American's shirtsleeves were rolled up and a bandanna wrapped around the forehead to catch the dripping sweat from the aggressive wood chopping. The shirt back was dark with a big, wet sweat stain.

The pigmy grinned a toothless smile to himself; as the ax-bearer lined up a new two-foot-long clump of wood on the cutting block. Then with one practiced swing, raised the ax high in the air, expertly bringing the ax firmly dead center into the upended chunk of wood. The whack of the ax biting into the wood sounded loud within the echo of the surrounding jungle, almost drowning out the grunting sound of the ax-swinger.

The ax-swinger grunted once as the ax was pulled up, lifting the chunk of wood with the ax still partially buried in it. The chunk of wood with the embedded ax kept rising until it was almost directly over the woodchopper's head, then with a second loud grunt, the wood came rushing back at the chopping block. A loud thud sounded as the weight of the wood helped bury the ax-head deeper into the wood. A third loud grunt filled the air as the wood was quickly hoisted high again. This time as the wood smashed against the chopping block, the thud sound was supplemented with a creaking sound as the hammering ax cleaved the wood block into two halves; completely drowning out the fourth loud grunt.

"I wish that my oldest son could use an ax the way that you do. I would never worry about my campfire going out," cried the old man in his creaking, ancient voice.

The woodchopper's head turned quickly at the first unexpected syllable, knowing too well that the jungle can be a dangerous place. Seeing only the familiar old man leaning on his ancient walking stick, the woodchopper ran a slender hand through the thick lock of dark hair hanging down over her forehead before replying in her pleasant soprano voice revealing a distinctly American accent. "Chopping wood is the only thing that I've found out here in this desolate jungle, to keep my tennis muscles from turning flabby. I wish that I could convince Kit to put in a tennis court close to the cave. I've got to do something to stay in shape or I'll be bigger than your third wife soon."

Old man Mozz, the storyteller, smiled at the attractive woman holding the ax. She was the former Diane Palmer, who was now Diana Walker, the wife of The Phantom.

From the pigmy's four foot, three inches tall perspective, she was a giantess at five foot two inches tall. She was dark-haired, favoring the current American hairstyle parted in the middle, which curled about the shoulders. She normally tied her long hair back into a ponytail or wore it in a tight bun when she was exercising, but today, she had let it hang free. Her hair, a rich auburn, flowed thick and rich down the nape of her neck.

She was an extremely beautiful, fair-skinned aristocratic young, woman with piercing brown eyes, long dark hair, flashing eyes, and a small, upturned nose over a sensual, voluptuous mouth that looked to be perfect - for either blowing a gentle kiss to her love or wrapping around her man's cock. Her large brown eyes could cause a man to get lost in the dark pools of limpid mystery.

Even covered with all the current American fashionable clothes, it was obvious that she had a gorgeous body. The tiny waist, full rounded ass, and big beautiful, firm breasts, that shook and bounced with every little move she made, was very evident; even with the jungle clothes covering most of her perfectly proportioned, lithe body. Her American upbringing was the only reason that she declined to dress native which would reveal her naked body. Although she had a fabulously feminine body, she was also very strong and firmly muscled under her smooth flesh.

A few lucky men had seen her `charms' while she bathed in the waterfall. The men talked among themselves about her full breasts with the large nipples. Her frequent walks through the village wearing shorts, revealed her beautiful legs to many a grinning pigmy man.

Turning back around to the chopping block, she gave one hard tug on the ax, pulling the ax free, causing her bra-less breasts to jiggle from side to side under the soaked khaki shirt that had molded to her body. She picked up an oily rag and began cleaning the ax as she walked toward the old man whom she knew had come after her to bring her back home. Looking up at the sky, she realized that it would be almost dark when they got back to the village.

As she approached him, he turned so he could lead the way down the path letting her follow him, knowing that it would dishonor him if she walked by his side. Even though she was an American and the wife of The Phantom, she was still just a woman. As a woman, she wasn't considered the equal of any of the village men. She knew that the old man didn't consider her to be inferior, but if she showed him disrespect in any tribal custom, then he would have to "teach her the proper respect" with his walking stick. It was only when she was with her husband that she could walk side by side with a man.

Although it was 1930 and American women had become liberated, here in the African jungle, a woman had no rights. When she first arrived here, she expected too much. Her liberal attitude caused too many problems among the village people with her very modernistic attitudes. Kit had talked to her and helped some, but it was Doctor Axel who had spoken the words that finally sunk in - "The Phantom's wife must live not only with him, but with his people" which was one of those old jungle sayings that everyone kept telling her.

So she accepted the role that the village people expected of her, allowing herself to reveal her true feelings only to her love - Kit or The Phantom as the jungle people called him.

The Phantom was a mysterious crusader for justice, an avowed enemy of cruelty and piracy in all forms, who had defended the helpless and innocent against criminals and evildoers for over 400 years. Four hundred years ago, the sole survivor of a pirate raid was washed up on a remote Bengalla beach and was nursed to health by friendly pygmies. On the skull of his father's killer he swore an oath to fight piracy, cruelty, injustice and greed with his sons to follow in his footsteps. Time and again, his enemies killed him, only to see him return and vanquish them; not knowing that it was the next Phantom generation taking his rightful place, replacing the dead Phantom. Thus, The Phantom became known throughout the jungle as the Ghost who walks.

Only the pygmies knew the real secret behind The Phantom's mysterious reappearance. They helped keep the secret that the dying Phantom's son would replace the Phantom and maintain the peace. Over the years, twenty different generations of Phantoms had fought and died, succeeded by their next in line heir. Kit was the twenty-first person to swear the oath and to take his father's place. While the pygmies knew the secret, they didn't reveal the secret so other tribe's natives believed him to be the same man -- "The Ghost Who Walks." The legend grew in the deadly jungle. A name whispered -- loved and feared.

His home was in the Skull Cave, hidden behind a waterfall, deep in the jungle of the Deep Woods of Bengalla. The Cave contained several big rooms, with one crypt-like room dedicated to the bodies of the deceased Phantoms. Another room was filled with jewels, captured from pirates and wrongdoers. Another room was filled with old chronicles of the earlier Phantom's adventures. Often Diana and Kit would sit in this room as they read of his ancestor's deeds, feeling proud of the men who had preceded the current occupant of the Skull Throne.

But Diana's favorite room was the bedroom. The room where Kit would hang up his gunbelt, remove his purple skin-tight uniform, his mid-calf black boots, the purple skullcap and the black facemask. He would remove everything but his two rings.

He constantly wore two rings. The Good Mark ring on his left hand had a symbol consisting of four overlapping P-shaped swords forming a cross in a circle. The Skull Mark ring on his right hand bore the symbol of a death's head skull. Both rings left indelible marks on whomever he touched or punched. The Good Mark designated the bearer as being a friend under the protection of The Phantom. Conversely, the Skull Mark indicated a sign that the victim had battled The Phantom.

Bad guys got the skull the hard way. His powerful right fist knocked out many a bad guy while leaving the feared, permanent skull mark on their exposed face. Good guys would be lightly touched, leaving a mark that would never fade or be washed off. The first time that he met Diana, he lightly touched the nape of her neck just below her hairline with his ring, leaving his good mark on her.

The first time that they made love, she joyously laughed as she examined her body afterwards, fearful that she would find a couple of hundred different permanent ring marks from the way that they had groped each other's body. He had explained before the sex that it was some type of jungle magic that worked the rings and that the rings wouldn't mark her again.

The bedroom was their special place that no one else could enter. Not even Devil, the wolf-dog that followed him everywhere. Or Guran, the current leader of the Bandar Pygmies. Or Mozz, the wise elder of the tribe that forecast the future as often as he told of the past. Except for the death of the current Phantom or the birth of a future Phantom was the only time that anyone else could enter their bedroom.

In the bedroom, they could release their passion or feel the tenderness of each other's delicate and loving touch. The place where they eased each other's hunger or shared each other's intermost secret. The place that belonged to them, even though they were just the current occupants - the bedroom of The Phantom and his wife. The room where all of the Phantoms over the last four hundred years had been born.

Diana followed Mozz into the village, pausing a moment to tug mischievously on Taizza's skirt, who was minding her family's cooking pot. Taizza slapped at her, but Diana easily dodged the friendly blow. They had been the best of friends since Diana first met her several years ago, after Taizza finished puberty. Although there was four years difference in age, Taizza was just as mature as Diana because jungle life forced children to grow up fast. Taizza was a beautiful example of pygmy womanhood and would have to make a mate selection at the next village festival.

Taizza had been a beautiful child who had grown up into a beautiful woman. Her long, dark, curly hair was woven into dozens of thick strands. Those strands were threaded through brightly colored beads, which hung to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her ears were pierced numerous times, as were all pigmy women, with several small golden hoops dangling down from her ears. One nostril had been pierced, but she only wore jewelry in her nose during special ceremonies.

Her naked upper torso, which had never been hidden behind a blouse, had the subtle curves of a young girl, with young breasts that were conical buds perched high on her chest. The short, mid-thigh skirt emphasized the way that her hips and ass had swollen outward over the last several years. While most native women's legs were very hairy, Taizza had copied Diana's habit of shaving her legs. She was small compared to normal American women, but here in this village of pygmies, she was tall at four foot six inches tall.

Diana quickly caught up with Mozz and followed him into the Skull Cave. Within the cave, the rules changed because it was her home. So now that Mozz was her guest, he let Diana walk in front, taking the position of honor. She led him to the circular pit in front of the Skull Throne in the large chamber and sat down cross-legged on the floor. With a little assistance from his walking stick, Mozz eased his elderly body down on the stone.

"Your pronunciation is improving. You sound as if you were born in this village now." crackled the old man's voice.

"Thank you. But it's all because you insist that I spend an hour doing different types of training every day. I don't mind the pistol shooting nor the boxing, because I've been a tomboy all my life. I enjoy listening to the jungle stories to learn tribal history, but I really don't like the constant language drills. Why do I have to be an expert in every language?"

Pointing his cane at her to emphasize his words, he proclaimed in his creaky, ancient voice "You're The Phantom's wife. You're the key to the training of the next Phantom. But don't complain. You're young - I'm old but I also participate every day."

"Old man, why don't you rest and let your eldest son do some of your work. You've worked hard all your life. You need to enjoy your grandchildren before it's too late."

He grinned that familiar toothless grin as he replied, acknowledging her boasting "Just as there has always been The Phantom, there has always been the old storyteller. Just as my father before me was known as Mozz to our village, I'll live my destiny. When I die, it's soon enough for my son to assume my name."

"How many Phantoms have you served?"

Although he easily knew the answer, he bowed his head before he looked at the empty Skull Throne as if to find remembrance of someone that he might have forgotten. His voice dropped a couple of octaves before he replied "I've seen four Phantoms in my long lifetime. I've served two Phantoms where I've been knows as Mozz. The magic of the jungle tells me that I'll serve one more Phantom before I die."

"No way. You're over a hundred now. The only way that you can see another Phantom is for me to get pregnant, for the kid to grow up and for Kit to die. You'll never last that long, old man."

Nodding toward the throne with a sad look on his ancient wrinkled face, Mozz softly replied "I wish that I would be wrong for once."

Something in Mozz's tone scared Diana. Although it was a daily ritual for her to spend an hour with Mozz daily to learn the tribal folklore and language, she didn't feel like having a lesson anymore today. Quickly changing the subject, she listened to the old man recall one of the legends that he liked to talk about. After a few minutes of listening to Mozz's stories, Diana pretended that she was tired, suggesting to him that she was going to turn in early.

After Mozz left, Diana went into her bedroom where she selected a change of clothes. All that chopping wood had left her smelling like one of those college football players that she used to date. She carried her clothes and towel out of the cave, then headed toward the nearby lake formed by the waterfall.

Although it was dark, she didn't fear anything. After all, she was protected by The Phantom and there was an old jungle saying - "a beautiful woman clad in the finest jewels may walk in the jungle safely at midnight, knowing she'll be safe because of The Phantom's protection."

Approaching the waterfall, she paused for a second, hearing some faint sound almost hidden by the sound of the waterfall. Stepping quietly, she approached the long, flat rock at the base of the waterfall that was a favorite showering place. As her eyes searched the deep shadows beside the waterfall, she saw someone underneath the waterfall. A few steps closer and she observed that it was a naked Taizza.

A splashing sound stopped Diana from speaking to her friend. Turning her head slightly, she saw someone swimming across the lake. Stepping back into the darkness, she watched as the swimmer continued toward the flat rock where Taizza was apparently waiting for the approaching swimmer. Staying in the shadows and using the boulders to hide behind, Diana slipped closer to the rock so that she could eavesdrop on her friend.

The swimmer climbed up on the rock, revealing his diminutive, but well-developed young pigmy body. Diana recognized him as one of the men from a neighboring pigmy village, who was only a couple of years older than Taizza. The water glistened in the dim moonlight, revealing his muscular, naked ebony body as he stood in front of Taizza. Diana was close enough so that she could see goose bumps on his body, which she knew were caused by excitement, not by cold. Looking at Taizza, Diana noticed that Taizza's nipples were sticking out hard on her pouty conical, half apple size breasts. Dim moonlight glistened off her nubile body. Except where the patch of dark pubic hair between her legs absorbed the moonlight.

Standing beside Taizza, he stroked her chin with his fingers. She jumped slightly, then opened her mouth but said nothing. Her hand covered his hand as she gently guided his hand down to the side of her naked butt. He slowly moved his hand lower, but she still held on gently, pulling it back up to where she wanted it to rest. She stared straight into his eyes as they stood there.

"Hello Taizza."

"Men don't swim here at night. It belongs to Diana."

"She is with the storyteller. If she comes out here, it won't be until later. Did you know that I've got my own cow now?"

"No, Mauba. Why should I care about your cow?" she asked as she stepped away from him, letting his hand drop back to his side.

"Because it means that I can soon seek a wife. I plan to ask your father what your dowry is!"

She turned to face him again, her white teeth gleaming in the dark as she smiled "Dowry? Surely you jest. Why do you think that I would let my father even talk to you?"

"Because I'll be a great warrior someday. A warrior that deserves many wives, but only wants one - You. When we were children, Mozz declared that we would make a fine family."

"He's an old man who has no right to give me away. I'm free to choose whomever I wish. Why should I choose you?" she declared with a pixie smile on her dark face.

"Because your heart tells you that I'm the man that you can love. Because your brain tells you that I'm a good man that'll take care of you and treat you with the respect that my wife deserves. Because your body tells you that you want me as much as I want you."

Taizza's voice changed pitch as she responded "I'll let you talk to my father. Now go away before you're seen here with me."

"No. I can't go back to my hut and sleep, knowing that you're so close, yet so far away. I want you."

"I've promised my father that I'll remain a virgin until my wedding. Go before you make me break my promise."

"I'll honor your promise. I promise that I'll cut my cock off before I let you break your vow."

Her mouth formed a perfect smile in the dim moonlight as she responded "Good. I'll hold you to your promise. Before you go, will you wash my back?"

Diana shifted position slightly so that she was sitting on a rock behind the boulder. When she looked up again, Mauba's hand was holding a bar of soap. He was also brushing the top of her chest as Taizza pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her chest out to meet his hand.

Diana watched as the soap bubbles formed on Taizza's chest before the bubbles gently flowed down her breasts. Mauba's hands cupped Taizza's perky breasts as he coated them with the slick soap. Mauba smiled as he pretended to be only washing her breasts. Even from Diana's slightly distance position, she could see that Taizza's nipples were stiff like little erasers. As Mauba pulled at the perky nipples, Taizza squirmed and wriggled, as she found herself enjoying what he was doing to her. She took the soap bar from him, then she dropped the soap on the ground.

"Pick it up, please!" she commanded in a husky voice.

As he bent down to pick up the soap, she took one step forward so that her crotch was almost touching his forehead. Diana smiled, knowing that he would get a good smell of her friend's musky vagina that close. Being a smart young man, he stayed down, but raised his head to stare at her pussy for several seconds before she stepped back, holding out her hand for the soap.

He straightened up, handing her the soap as she commanded "Turn around. Let me show you how to wash someone's back."

He turned around so that she could begin lathering his back. After getting his back all slick and coated with a soapy lather, she stepped forward and rubbed her breasts against his back in small circles. She didn't press hard against his back, only letting her eraser nipples rub his lower shoulders, causing him to arch his back to the touch.

Unable to take any more of the enjoyable sensation, he turned around so that they faced each other. He stared deeply into her eyes as he licked his lips, giving her the look that only lovers can give each other. She stepped forward pressing her lips against his lips as his arms wrapped around her. They shared a long, passionate kiss, before Taizza pushed herself away with a slight moan. With a gentle pressure from her hand, she guided his mouth to her nipple. He cupped the other breast as she softly stroked his hair.

Diana's position behind the boulders was close enough so that she could hear the little slurping sounds that Mauba was making, even over the noise of the waterfall. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers causing Taizza to sigh in pleasure.

He rubbed her clit from the bottom of its base to the tip with a finger, causing her to jump and pull away. He groaned "I promise that I won't touch you with my cock."

"We shouldn't be doing this.", she whispered to him.

He ignored her and guided her so that she laid down on the flat rock, knowing that she couldn't struggle if she wanted to. She began making a sound like a purr, as he rubbed her clit with one hand as his other hand repeatedly stroked her nipple.

She jerked as he gently rubbed his finger against her cunt. Every time he moved his finger up or down, she jumped a little. For several long seconds, he stroked his finger directly against her pussy. Then he removed his finger and put his face beside her pussy. Gently breathing and blowing on her clit, he got it fully extended. Then he sucked on her clit so hard it made her jump again as she shivered with pleasure. Taizza released a soft squeal and pushed her hips forward to meet his mouth.

He placed his tongue in her slit, resulting in a loud moan. As his head bobbed up and down, it was obvious to Diana that he was using his stiff tongue as a cock.

"More, no stop, ugh, yes, yes, I want you, ohhhh!" she groaned out loud as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Her hips thrust forward meeting his tongue, driving his tongue deeper as her hips pounded faster against his face.

Then her body stiffened. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head. Her hips spasm uncontrollably as the orgasm rushed through her body. Just as quickly as it began, her body relaxed and her legs unwound from his head. As he pulled his head back, her juices gleamed on his face.

She curled up in a ball with a huge smile on her face as Mauba dived into the water, swimming back to the other shore. After several minutes of lying still, Taizza slowly sat up. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered her body before diving into the lake. When she surfaced, she swam in a different direction that Mauba.

After Diana was satisfied that both of them were gone, she stretched her legs which had fallen asleep from the position that she had been sitting in. She hadn't intended to spy on her friend, but she also didn't want to interrupt a lover's meeting. Now that she had the rock to herself, she undressed and stepped under the waterfall, letting the water refresh her body. As she stood under the waterfall, she thought about the two lovers and felt her own nipples become hard.

She gently tweaked her nipples, wondering about where Kit was, wishing that he were there with her, instead of chasing bandits across the jungle. Remembering an old jungle saying which goes `Call The Phantom anywhere and he'll hear'. She called out softly "Phantom, I'm here. I'm very lonely. I need you. Come home."

Chapter 2 - The Looking Glass

The white horse trotted down the wide jungle path that was dimly lit by the low moonlight, followed closely by the wolf. Blending in with the horse's rhythm, the large rider rode effortlessly as the powerful horse carried them home.

The horse slowed as it entered the familiar village. One of the pygmy's guarding the village came forward to greet his village's longtime friend. The Phantom dismounted before he handed the reins to the guard, who would lead the horse to the pasture where the saddle would be removed, allowing the horse to graze freely.

The dim moonlight deepened the depth of his tanned features, making his chiseled face look darker than his actual normal color. Striding across the field toward the cave, it was obvious that he was tall and athletically proportioned, with the bulging muscles of his body gently rippling beneath the material of his skintight purple suit.

The Phantom entered the Skull Cave. He knew that his wife was asleep in their bedroom, but he had something that had to be done, before he could rest. He entered the Chamber where the chronicles of all The Phantoms were kept. Opening the current chronicle, he recorded:

Today I fought a small pirate gang that had

been terrorizing the river. Four of them died from

my bullets and three were taken away by the

Jungle Patrol. Looking at their ledgers, I

discovered that a ship will be docking in

about three weeks. The ship will have several

American gangsters that plan to take over the

jungle. I plan to meet their ship. I will

convince them to return to America. Or do

whatever it takes to keep the jungle safe from

these modern day pirates.

Satisfied with the entry, he entered the Throne Room. Removing his pistolbelt, he hung his pistolbelt with the deadly guns on the Throne. He proceeded down the hallway, stepping over the wolf that had already lain down on the rug outside the bedroom door.

He whispered "Good night, Devil."

In the semi-dark bedroom illuminated only by a single candle at the far edge of the room, he could hear the sound of his wife's deep and regular breathing as she slept on the bed in the middle of the room. Using the skills that had resulted in the old jungle saying "Phantom moves silently like the fog", he undressed then slipped into bed beside Diana without waking her. Now that he was undressed and in bed with his wife, he allowed himself to relax into his very private persona of Kit Walker.

She was naked, lying on her back without any bedcovers pulled over her. Kit smiled because he knew that she always wore a nightgown when she was alone or didn't expect him. Seeing her naked like that, refreshed his tired body as the piece of meat between his legs shifted from being a flaccid waterspout to an erect cock.

He gently bent over her chest, forming a circle with his lips as he tried to keep from waking her up before he had his fun with her sleeping body. His lips slowly wrapped around one soft nipple, capturing the soft flesh in his mouth as he listened for changes in her breathing. Satisfied that she still slept, he let his lips warm the nipple, feeling the nipple grow harder within his lips. Spreading his lips slightly, his tongue gently licked at the nipple, spreading his warm salvia around the turgid nipple.

Hearing a slight change in her breathing, he paused as she lightly groaned in her sleep and spread her legs. Releasing her nipple, he shifted his weight slightly then moved so that his knees were between her spread legs. He moved silently until he was resting on his knees and elbows on both sides of her body. He gently rubbed his erect cock against her pubic hair, resulting in her legs spreading a little more as she continued to sleep. But now there was just the trace of a smile on her lips.

His lips wrapped around her other nipple as he gently pressed his cock against her pussy lips. She groaned a little as she opened her eyes, then gasped when she saw Kit lying over her body with his cock rubbing against her crotch.

A smile formed on her beautiful face as she whispered "I had the most wonderful dream about having sex with a masked man - then I realized it wasn't a dream when I woke up. I was hoping that it was you because I need you tonight. Fuck me."

Kit reached down between Diana's legs. He began to massage Diana's clitoris, but she whispered "No foreplay tonight. I need you badly."

Changing his position slightly, Kit inserted his cockhead into Diana's tight and unlubricated pussy as she shut her eyes and moved her hips forward to accept him. Two to three inches of his cock slid into Diana's slightly dry, warm pussy, resulting in a slight gasp from Diana followed by a low moan. Kit moved his hips forward, burrowing another two to three inches into her pussy, causing her to moan again, only louder. He pressed forward, sliding the final inches into her waiting pussy.

Kit leaned forward so that his massive, muscular chest was rubbing against Diana's breasts. She opened her eyes and stared into her husband's eyes, seeing a warm, caring man; making her happy that he was home safely. In less than a minute, his thrusting hard cock brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Diana was enjoying the sensual feel of the cock moving in and out as she wrapped her legs around Kit's back.

Kit continued to slowly fuck her as she moved her hips back, meeting his thrusts with as strong a passion as she could. Kit kissed Diana on her lips as her lips parted slightly so that her tongue probed between his lips. Diana's tongue matched the rhythm of the cock ramming her, as she gyrated her hips against him. Kit began to speed up the stroking, feeling her approaching orgasm.

Then he stopped the stroking, pulling his hips back until only his cockhead was inside her, lifting her ass from the bed because of her legs wrapped around his waist. He whispered "Anticipation is the best part of sex."

She groaned "Not if you want to keep your balls."

"Does that mean that you don't want me to stop?"

She raised her head and sucked on his lower lip, pulling it between her teeth, then whispered through her clinched teeth "You need your balls for what I want, but you don't need your lower lip. I'm only going to say it once. I want your cock. Don't make me say I want your cock again. Fuck me."

Six hard, slamming, humps later, Diana screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body. She was sweaty and in that dream state of nirvana but Kit continued to fuck her for a few more seconds, pulling her back into being an active participant. Almost immediately Diana felt a second, rapid orgasm wracked her body. She became limp as her eyes glazed over and her legs unwrapped around his waist.

Kit gently kissed Diana's eyes, nose, forehead and lips, then slid down a little to lovingly kiss her beautiful breasts. He stroked the side of Diana's face then lovingly ran his hand through her hair. She looked up at him while she weakly smiled. Her voice was slightly cracked as she groaned "On your back, big boy. It's my turn to have some fun."

Keeping his cock still inside her, he rolled over pulling her with him so that she was straddle him with his still erect cock buried shaft deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his sturdy shoulders and rolled her belly against his belly. Clinging to his shoulders, she moved her body up and down, like an athlete stretching to warm up for a competition. She leaned over him so that her breasts were resting against his face. She admitted, "I love the feel of your cock in me. It feels like a red-hot branding iron against my very sensitive flesh. What do I feel like?"

"Like a warm, wet, velvet glove gripping my cock."

"Oh, really. Well, when did you ever feel a velvet glove on your cock, so you've something to compare me to? Before you reveal any more of your childhood masturbatory secrets, kiss my nipples." She commanded as she turned her chest, knocking each nipple against the bridge of his nose.

"I've heard of people being pussy whipped - but tit whipped. How uncivilized - and absolutely wonderful!!!", he proclaimed while she kept swinging her nipples against his nose.

"You've led a sheltered life." she swore, pausing to dig her sharp fingernails into his chest.

Kit opened his mouth wide enough to take the entire nipple into his mouth while one of his hands fondled her other breast. He gently squeezed Diana's breast, caressing the nipple with his palm, causing Diana to moan softly. He sucked her nipple as if he was a baby in search of nourishment.

She inquired "I really want to know. What does it feel like?"

Letting go of her nipple with his lips, he responded "What?"

"Fucking a woman. Putting your cock deep inside me. Sucking my boobs. Pumping your red-hot cum deep into me. I want to know what it feels like to you when you fuck me."

"I can get one of the women from the village to come party with us. If you can on her tits, that'll show you what part of it's like."

"Won't be the same. Oh, if only we could trade places for a day. You become me and ...."

Her voice paused then changed to a lower, deeper pitch when she continued, "I become you. I'd rape you the first time. I'd use my much superior strength to pull you to the ground, rip your clothes off of you and then use your body's heavier weight to hold my small body down while I rammed repeatedly into you. You would resist - but only at first, then you would become my willing honeypot while I fucked you."

"Is that what you want me to do to you?" he asked as he cupped and fondled her hanging breasts.

"No, but it's what I would like to do to you. Tell me about your orgasm. Do you see stars - hear bells? Do you feel disappointed that I explode five or six times to your one time?"

"It's hard to explain a man's orgasm. I feel this strong urge to hump you at the same time that my cock becomes rock hard. When I'm inside you, I fight back the urge to do a one-two- three-wham and try to take my time so that I please you. I'm not disappointed by only one to three orgasms when we make love, but it would be nice to have the repeated explosions that I see you experience."

She bowed her head and nibbled on his lip but pulled away before he could respond. Then she whispered "When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a boy. Boy's got to do the fun stuff while girls had to sit home and learn how to cook. I used to pick on boys just because I knew that I could whip them - that is until some boy in the seventh grade knocked me out. Later on, I went away to college and learned about how to be a modern woman. I was the first woman in my family to tweeze my eyebrows and to pierce my ears. I cut my hair short, raised my skirt hem higher, smoked my first cigarette, and became a cock tease. Instead of slapping the boy's silly, I was teasing them silly. But it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I thought about having an affair with a lesbian because I wanted to see what it was like to make love to a woman. Yes, there was one woman that turned me on and caused me to secretly drool about being her lover. We would sit in our room with the other girls and describe our lurid tales of sexual adventure. Like the other girls, I bragged about my sexual prowess, but the few affairs that I had, were rather placid affairs where adolescent and inexperience, ruined the memory. I usually felt frustrated and confused at the end of the evening. I would listen to Jenny's stories and imagine that I was her lover, again resorting to my childhood fantasy of being a man making love to a woman."

"Did you ever do it with her?"

"At our Halloween party, she came dressed as a man, with a big glued on mustache. I was dressed as a cigarette girl - you know with the little tray of cigarettes that I pretended to sell. She asked me to dance and as we danced, I felt the sock that she had rolled up in her trousers. As the dance finished, she gave me a light kiss on the lips before she went off to flirt with another friend. Somehow, seeing her as a man turned me off so that she never appealed to me again. Then I was being forced into an arranged marriage. I ran away, joining that explorer's safari. That's where I met you. Big, strong, silent, powerful, virile - just looking at you, I could see the power and feel your sensuality. You were so beautifully sculptured with such solid muscle that I couldn't keep my hands off you. For the first time in my life, I was glad to be a woman. I used all of my female skills to get you in bed."

Dropping her voice to a softer, husky tone, she continued "When I'm with you, I'm so much woman that I don't recognize myself. When I'm not with you, I switch back into my old self. I want to run, to feel the wind in my hair, to feel the sun beat down on my naked chest, to be able to walk into a bar and whip the biggest badass in the bar. I still have that old desire to have a big muscular chest, wide shoulders, and a ten inch cock between my legs, except when I'm making love to you."

"Part of your dream came true. You do have a ten inch cock between your legs."

She shifted her hips, feeling his still erect cock move inside her. A roguish smile lit up her face, as she responded "Don't start boasting without having something to back up the facts It feels closer to being a nine incher than a ten."

"That's the soft size. Wait till you do something to turn me on then watch it grow."

A mischievous, almost evil smile formed on her face as she lifted her lips, letting his cock slide slightly out of her, before she pushed her pussy down onto his cock. His cockhead made a slurping sound as it sank into her. As she went down, she jerked her curvy hips around, grinding her pussy around his rock-hard cock buried deeply inside her. Cunt juice dripped down his cock-shaft and flowed over his balls.

Kit humped his hips, bouncing her as he thrust to meet her. She wiggled slowly down, taking more and more cock into her hungry cunt. Then, with a loud groan, Diana plunged down and took his cock completely into her.

She didn't move as she used her internal muscles to squeeze and tug on his buried cock. The inner cunt-muscles contracted, molding her snug, vaginal sheath around his cock. Holding her cunt jammed down to the hilt on his cock, Diana undulated her hips, squirming and grinding around, wriggling like a fish on a hook. Then she began to fuck up and down. She pulled her pussy up until only the head of his cock was inside her, poised there, then dropped back down and took the full length of it again.

Her lips swooped down and nibbled on his earlobe as she whispered "Make me happy."

He groaned "yyyyyyeeessss."

Diana lay sleeping. She was exhausted from their multi-session lovemaking. She usually demanded a lot of sex the first couple of nights that he returned from trips. Her outstretched arm lay across Kit's chest.

Lying in bed bedside her, he thought about the wild wonderful woman next to him. When he first met her, he thought that she was an adventuress seeking a quick and easy way to get a fortune by somehow ripping off jungle treasures. Then he decided that she was a lost soul who was adventuresome and prone to do things on impulse because she was bored with her civilized life and normal men. She was definitely used to getting her own way, even with him. While she might have been dominant in a relationship with another man, she was merely assertive and aggressive in their relationship.

He gently lifted her arm and rolled off the bed without waking her. She was sprawled on the bed and Kit could see the dried cum matting her pussy hair to her legs.

He dressed in his Phantom suit, walking out of the bedroom as his alter ego. The only one that he would ever expose his face willingly to, was his wife.

He walked into the room where the chronicles were kept and pulled out a couple of the older books. After two hours of reading, he found what he was looking for. He read the story of his ancestor, the 3rd Phantom who was educated as a boy in England and played Juliet in the original Shakespeare production at Globe Theater, about 1604, and married Shakespeare's niece Rosamunda. Within his chronicles, he found a few lines that described something called "the looking glass". The glass contained magical properties that couldn't be explained. It was really just a rock with many facet sides that his ancestor had found in the loot confiscated from a pirate ship. Reading through the chronicle, he discovered that his ancestor had hidden the rock so that no one could ever use it for evil. Another hour of reading revealed no further information and he shut the old book.

He walked into the Throne Room and sat on the Throne as he thought about what he had learned. Devil sat beside his throne, waiting for his master. The Phantom was interrupted from his thinking as Diana came into the room.

"Hi, honey. I woke up and saw that you were reading. So I went to the lake to wash my filthy body. While there, I found out that Gua's wife was delivering. So after my bath, I went over there and helped the mid-wife. It's a boy. Thank god, because I would hate to be a woman in this man's village. What are you doing?"

He smiled at her and softly replied "Just thinking about us. Are you sincere in your wish to see what it's like to be a man?"

Her face blushed as she quickly replied "Oh...... that was just bedroom talk. Don't pay any attention to me when I'm daydreaming. I'm only a silly woman who doesn't know when to shut up. Are you hungry?"

The Phantom recognized the blush and the quick way that she changed the subject. He complied with her silent wish as he responded "Very hungry. By the way, how do you know what a ten inch cock feels like?"

Putting her hands on her hips and assuming a mock position of aggravation, she replied "You travel so much that I've got time to look around and explore my jungle home. Most of those pygmy men are small, but some of them have cocks that almost reach to the ground. Any more questions?"

"No, dear."

"..and Mozz might be able to tell you more about the glass." Finished The Phantom.

Guran nodded as The Phantom's trusted assistant left the cave, to go seek the item that The Phantom requested. If anyone could find it, Guran would find it.

Chapter 3 - A "little head" decision

It was a beautiful four days of rest, relaxation and sex between the two. She wanted him to go to the Isle of Eden, but he didn't have time because he had to get ready for the shipload of American gangsters that were due to land shortly.

Then Guran and Mozz came in to the Throne room, carrying a small leather covered object. Guran confirmed the contents "Mozz knew exactly where it was buried. Per his instructions, we dug it up in the middle of the night. My men had sacks over their head so they couldn't see what it was. I quickly wrapped it in this bag."

Mozz didn't say a word. Knowing that the old man wouldn't reveal deep secrets even to his brethren, The Phantom thanked Guran and dismissed him.

When they were alone, Mozz stated "It's powerful. It's dangerous. My father warned me about it, just as I'll warn my son about it."

"Why is it dangerous? I read nothing about its power in the chronicles."

The old man leaned against his constant walking stick before he wearily replied "Your ancestor, who found the Looking Glass, accepted his rightful position upon the death of his father. But he was sad a lot of the time. Some say that his marriage to Shakespeare's niece was an unfulfilled marriage - that he only did it to continue the family line. That he preferred the company of men to his wife's company. That he was sometimes seen late at night, wearing the old female costume that he wore when he played Juliet as a youth on the London stage."

The Phantom leaned back against his throne, rubbing his jaw with his fingertips as he acknowledged the old man's hidden meaning "I see. But that doesn't explain the power of the rock."

"After the rock was found, he changed. Some hinted that he wasn't the same man. The wife changed also. She became more active in village affairs. Almost over night, she developed a fluency in our languages while The Phantom lost his fluency. She used to translate for him until he re-learned our language. The Phantom was still The Phantom but we saw that he wasn't the Phantom anymore. Our people saw them every day and noticed the small ways that both of them changed. We were pleased when he buried the rock because the rock somehow affected them."

"What happened after the rock was buried?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of. She became pregnant and bore his son, who eventually assumed his rightful position upon the death of his father. She stayed with her son until he took a wife. Then she returned to England, where she eventually died. When she left here, she was an attractive middle-aged woman. I understand that she re-married back in England."

"How do you invoke its powers?"

"My ancestor wasn't involved so I don't know for sure. I think that they placed it between them and let the moonlight activate it. I only know that her last words to my ancestor were that it should've been her that died, not The Phantom. My ancestor didn't understand the meaning of her cryptic remarks."

"Thank you, Mozz." He directed, dismissing the old man so he could think.

The old man turned slowly then added softly "A month ago, I knew that today would come. I knew that you would want the rock. That you seek the rock's powers to pleasure your mate. The rock won't harm either of you, but you'll never be the same again. The pleasures and mysteries of the human body are too complex for this old mind to understand. But I know that you'll do what you think that you've got to do. It reminds me of that old jungle saying - a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

As the old man left the chambers, The Phantom's smile faded. Mozz was right. The rock was dangerous. Its power should never be unleashed.

Walking out of the cave, he went searching for Diana. He found her in the village center. The warriors were having a contest where they picked up a large stone and saw who could toss it the furthest. Diana entered the contest and was just about ready to toss it. The Phantom suggested quietly in English "Remember that you might dishonor someone if you beat him. These little guys have a lot of pride."

She groaned and threw the rock. It landed a respectful distance from her, but didn't threaten the current leader. Diana approached him sinuously, licking her lips like a hungry tigress as she smiled at her husband before she replied in a husky teasing tone "Just trying to get my rocks off."

He laughed, but heard the hidden meaning in her equivoque statement.

That afternoon as they were riding their horses, she challenged him to a race, knowing that there was no way that any horse, not even her horse, could beat Hero. He gave her a good headstart and was about to pass her when he remembered her fantasy a few nights before. He rode Hero close beside her horse and picked her off her horse. As soon as Hero stopped, he dropped her on the ground so that she sprawled in the grass. Jumping off his horse, he dropped his gunbelt as he fell on top of her. She recognized his intent and started beating against his chest, but he quickly pushed her back to the ground then ripped the clothes from her body. While he took off his clothes, she pushed him off balance. Jumping to her feet, she took off running naked through the grass. He quickly undressed and chased her, his long naked legs able to cover the distance faster than she could with her shorter legs.

When he caught her, every surface, curve and crevice of her body was lightly coated with sweat and her glistening body erotically reflected the light. She was breathing heavily when he grabbed her, and her solid, turgid nipples stood out on her heaving breasts.

"Get down on your knees." Her eyes flashed mock anger but she obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees as she stared at his rock-hard cock.

"I'm going to make your dream come true and fuck your ass, bitch," he groaned. Quickly he dropped to his knees behind her and slid his hands over the glistening skin of her round ass, up over her curved back, then back to her ass and down her shapely, muscular thighs. When he slid his hand up between her legs, he found an extremely wet, hot cunt. She groaned and pushed back against him as he pushed two fingers into her wetness.

When he moved his hands back to her ass, Diana groaned a low throaty moan as she positioned her ass so that he could take her. He slid his thumbs into the shadowy crease of her ass and spread her cheeks open, revealing the hidden, dark brown aperture. Placing his cockhead against her rosette, he released his hold on her cheeks allowing the cheeks to close around his cockhead, holding it in place. She turned her head so that she could stare at him. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she moaned "Yes, take me. Fuck me like you've never fucked me."

She balanced herself on one arm before she started playing with herself. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he rammed his cock in, past her spincter and into her ass. Ignoring her cries, he pushed relentlessly forward and pulled her hips back until she was completely penetrated.

He reached one hand around her waist, letting it trail between her legs, before he plunged several fingers into her wet cunt. Her head dropped lower onto her folded arms and she began whimpering as he rubbed her clit in small circles against the hard bone beneath it. Keeping his cock buried but stationary in her narrower portal, he brought her to the edge of an orgasm before withdrawing his fingers.

"That feels so good - don't stop!" she requested, forgetting for a second that she was supposed to be a victim.

Getting a good grip on her hips, he pulled his cock slowly out of her ass. She groaned as he pulled out, then groaned louder as he drove back into her tight ass. She reached one hand back toward her pussy as she finger fucked her engorged clit. He continued to repeatedly ram her ass, which was getting easier as her natural fluids lubricated his cock. As he increased his tempo, her cries became louder indicating that she was getting very close to a fantastic orgasm.

Then she jerked and spasmed as her body exploded. She screamed and screamed as he continued to ram her, feeling her anal muscle's spasm around his cock. Finally, she collapsed on the ground, pulling his cock out of her ass.

She curled up, a big smile on her face. Kit straddled her, then rolled her over so that her legs were up his chest on either side of his head and positioned her so her matted pussy was rubbing against his cock.

Lifting her slightly, it was easy to work his cock into her now lubricated ass. As he fucked her, he sucked and chewed on her swollen nipples. She arched her back so that he could suck on her bouncing boobs. He sucked on her erect nipples, switching back and forth as he sucked each swollen pink bud in turn.

As he fucked her faster, she slid an arm down between them so she could rub her pussy. Before he could explode in an orgasm, she experienced two more tremendous female climaxes. When he felt his own orgasm coming, she sensed it coming and shared another orgasm with his orgasm.

They lay there exhausted, him on top of her, his cock still buried deep in her ass. As their breathing became more normal, she whispered "I liked that. A good fast horseback ride and then an aggressive romp in the grass. Why haven't we done that before?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to rape you."

She bit his earlobe in a teasing quick bite, her voice still husky as she whispered "No, I want to rape you, but I don't have the physical equipment. Don't you remember?"

"What if you did? What would you do if you were in my body?"

Her face lit up as she stared at an invisible point in the sky. She softly replied "First I'd want to grow a beard - at least a mustache. A mustache would look nice with your mask; additionally it'll make you look more sexy and inviting. It takes time to grow one, but meanwhile I'd want you to give me a blowjob. Not just any old blow job, but a mind-blowing ring-all- bells type of blowjob. Then I would put on your costume and ride into the jungle. I would go to the river town and find the biggest badass in town. After I kicked his butt, I would ride back and fuck you as you've never been fucked. I know how to ring the bells in my body, so I could really turn you on. You've seen me have multiple orgasms, well if I was fucking you, you'd set some new records. I'd get Taizza in here and let her help me with you. We'd make a good threesome. What would you do if you were me?"

"I don't know. I've never given it much thought."

"I have." She claimed, as his now flaccid cock popped out of her ass. He rolled off of her onto his back while she rolled into a sitting position on his lap.

A mischievous gleam lit up her eyes as she traced doodles on his sweaty chest "I wouldn't keep you out here in the middle of this big, lonesome jungle. I'd pack your bags and we'd go back home. Not to my hometown, but to New York City. I'd take you to the best dress shops where I would buy you the prettiest new clothes. Then I'd take you to the most fashionable beauty shop where we get your hair styled and curled in the latest style, as they manicured your nails - those nails that have been ruined by this rugged jungle life. Then I'd take you to the best restaurants where you would show off your wonderful cleavage and luscious body in your new evening dresses. I'd wear a suit - no, it would be a tux, so I looked normal. After a wonderful dinner, we would go dancing. You'd be so beautiful that every man would want you, but they'd take one look at my dangerous new body and back off. If anyone were foolish enough to step between us, I'd trash him. We'd go to party after party where we would become the couple of the year as everyone tried to get us to come to their party. After each party, I'd pick you up and carry you back to our hotel, to our bed, where I would make love to you. I'd do my best to get you pregnant - my best to make you happy - my best to keep you satisfied."

"Are you lonesome here?"

"At times. When I'm with you, time goes so fast that I don't have time to think about the social life I gave up. But when you're out there roaming around the jungle, I feel so lost and out of place sometimes. It's hard to explain."

She laid her head on his chest. When she didn't say anything more, he asked, "There are many mysterious things in the jungle that can't be explained. If I could make your dream come true, even for a little while, would you risk it - knowing that it could be dangerous? After all, you would have to become The Phantom."

Her head jerked as she stared into his eyes, looking to see if he was just teasing her or had some hidden secret. "I don't understand."

"In my ancestor's chronicles, I discovered a secret. It might contain the power to enable us to swap bodies for a while - or it might be a permanent swap. I don't know if there's any danger because there's not enough documentation. If we do it, we're both at risk. You because you've got to wear my inherited mantle as you become The Phantom. As for me - well, me because I would have to continue to fight crime, even in your body."

Her face lit up with a big smile. She hugged him as she whispered "Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. Let's do it."

"Whoa, let's not jump into the fire too quickly. You don't know how close I came to not telling you about this, because I'm afraid of what it might do to us. We've played games in the privacy of our bedroom before, but this potential body exchange will take us out of the bedroom and put us out in the real world. Can you be The Phantom and convince everyone that you're me? Or even more complex, can I convince everyone that I'm you? You may find it easy to be butch and throw your muscles around for awhile, but I've never had any desire to be feminine and swish my ass around. If we can't change back, then we're both stuck for life!!! We need to think about this and make the decision based upon common sense and not driven by some deep sexual daydreams."

A roguish smile formed on her face as she responded "What's the matter, big boy? I bet I know, but you won't admit it. You're afraid of having a large, drooling cock rubbing against your lips, even if it's your own cock."

"You're just trying to tease me and taunt me into doing it. I know better than to fall for any of your tricks. We'll think about this body exchange for a month or so and decide after we've had a chance to evaluate the potential problem areas."

"Sure, honey." She replied with a pixie smile on her face as her warm hand wrapped around his still swollen cock.

They had to wait until dark to ride back in because her clothes were too ripped to look normal. They spent the time skinny- dipping into a nearby stream, then making slow love on the sandy riverbank.

By the time they arrived home, he had committed to trying it. How she convinced him is open to conjecture, but history is full of events that were decided by women and a cock that needed relief.

In the cave, he let her read the few references in his ancestor's chronicles, then they both undressed. They sat naked below the Throne, waiting for the reflected moonlight to shine on them from the openings of Skull Cave that looked like eyes from outside. Between them was the small rock, covered with the leather bag that it was stored in.

When their bodies were slightly illuminated by the moonlight, he asked "Are you sure that this is what you want - understanding that you could be trapped forever in my body, to live out my destiny?"

"Yes, my husband."

He removed the covering from the rock. The moonlight immediately reflected off the many surfaces of the rock. He slowly rotated the rock until two of the bigger reflections were aimed at their respective naked bodies.

Nothing happened. They rotated the rock again. They held it up as they tried different angles, but nothing happened.

After an hour, Kit apologized "So much for old jungle legends. Sorry."

She stood up as she offered him her hand "Well, it was a nice thought. Let me give you class 407 in what it's like to eat a woman's pussy."

"Didn't we do class 407 last week?"

"No, that was class 304. 407 is where you hum the Star Spangled Banner as you suck on me and I pretend that I'm blowing the bagpipes to the tune of Amazing Grace."

He picked her up and happily carried her back to their bedroom.

Chapter 4 - The new social order

Kit woke up as he stared at the ceiling, looking at the small ceiling opening that allowed daylight to illuminate the cave; recognizing that it was still dark outside. A single candle on a far cave wall very dimly lit the large cave, similar to a night- light.

In the bed beside him, he could hear Diana's soft breathing as she still slept soundly after their night of vigorous and rambunctious lovemaking. Even after a couple of years of married life, their sex life was still fantastic, mainly because of Diana's inventive and delightful bedroom games. The bouquet of her creaming cunt clung in the cave, as he smelled where they had made love again before falling asleep. Feeling a strong urge to pee, he sat up softly so that he wouldn't wake her.

As he sat up, a long lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, brushing across his nose and resting against his chin. An extremely long lock of hair which was too long for his short military-type haircut. Startled by the hair, he leaped to his feet, feeling another unusual feeling - his chest jiggled and bounced as he moved.

Rising too fast to get his balance, he fell to the floor of the cave, releasing a grunt as he sprawled on the hard floor. His mind was being overwhelmed with various unfamiliar sensations as he fell, but he had a strong suspicion why everything seemed so different.

A second later, the bed squeaked slightly as Diana woke up. When she stated "Kit?" in a very masculine voice, his suspicions were confirmed.

It was his normal baritone voice that he heard coming from her lips. Before he could respond, she stuck her head over the bed and looked down at him, as they observed each other's dim image for the first time. Because he had ten seconds head start on figuring out what had happened, he wasn't as surprised as she was. It was Kit's face and body leaning over the bed, but it was a still somewhat asleep Diana looking through his eyes at her former body lying on the floor. A look of confusion was replaced by a facial expression of shock as she recognized that the body on the floor was her body - that Kit had changed into her. She cried out in an almost scream "KIT??? What the fuck?????"

Hearing the difference in her voice and recognizing that she had also changed, she rolled over onto her back, grabbing her chest with her new large hands and fingers. She found a wide muscular, masculine slightly hairy chest complete with impressive pectorals and a washboard stomach chest instead of her normal large female breasts. She sat up slightly on the bed, looking at the small, flaccid, shrunken cock between her legs before she started laughing a loud maniacal masculine laugh.

Kit looked down at his own chest, seeing the female breasts that he had suckled on just a few hours previous. Standing up, he felt an unexpected tenderness and soreness between his legs, which he recognized were tender and lightly bruised muscles from their night of love making.

Anxious to shed more light on his new body, he walked over to the night light candle. Picking up the candle, he discovered that his chest was also slightly tender - not as sensitive as the area between his legs, but still feeling slightly delicate. He used the lit candle to light several more candles to illuminate their bedroom, discovering that his new breasts bounced with every step; and that he almost had to stand on tip-toe to reach the higher candles. When he reached for the candle, his breasts limited the motion of his arm and he had to adjust his stance to light the candles.

While he was lighting up the cave, Diana was standing and examining her new masculine body in the full-length mirror, as she did various muscle man poses, flexing her new masculine muscles. Her new six foot two inch tall male body was two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle.

She stared at her well-toned arm, which was a mass of seething muscle. Staring at her arm as she flexed her biceps, she smiled as the muscles clenched tight under her skin, as the well- defined muscle strained against the taut skin. She touched her arm, feeling the hard flesh pulsate with power under the skin. She relaxed the arm, then flexed again, feeling her flesh tighten beneath her exploring fingers, feeling the arm erupt into mountains of rock hard muscles. Then she ran both of her large, thick hands down her new masculine body chest, over the hard chest muscles, down to the rippled abdominal area, feeling each groove, each swell of her new solid muscular body.

She looked at the mirror as she flexed her tanned thigh muscles, watching them ripple as she changed position. She tightened her abdomen, turning it into a washboard that was layered with tight hard muscles. A big grin appeared on her face as she watched her ass cheeks tense and tighten up.

As she rotated around again, Kit noticed that Diana's cock was no longer flaccid and was slightly hanging out from her body as if she was beginning to get aroused from looking at her new body.

She paused for a second to feel the rough male skin and stubble on her new male face, seeing the rugged boyish good looks that she was so familiar with - short dark hair, steely gray eyes and the classic square jaw; but it was now her handsome face.

"It appears that we've changed bodies." suggested Kit, hearing Diana's soprano voice utter from his lips for the first time.

"Wow. I can't believe it. I feel so strong - so powerful - so fucking virile. And the room and all this furniture seems so much smaller now." She assumed a pose, flexing her biceps as she stared at the veins popping out, then stretched out one of her new powerful hairy legs, exploring with her large hands, the lean, muscular body and narrow hips of her new body. A big grin lit up her face as she grasped the proud manhood that she now sported between her legs. She flipped it up with her hand, watching it as its heavy weight swung back down and bobbled slightly between her legs.

"It feels like a log. I never thought that a cock would feel like this. How do you cram all this into your shorts? Does it hurt to bend it?"

"You'll find out in time. Listen, uh, .. .I think that we need to re-think this."

"Look at this - I'm getting an erection. Wow, it feels so warm and heavy." She proclaimed, not hearing her mate's words or worried tone, as she stroked the cock that was now attached to her body - yes, to her new body.

Where she was enthusiastic about the transformation, Kit felt depressed. Although it had been his ideal so that he walked into it with his eyes wide open, now it didn't seem to be such a good idea.

As Diana continued to stare at her new body in the mirror and tease her beginning erection, Kit remembered why he had to get out of bed in the first place. He felt a stronger urge to urinate. Grabbing his robe and sliding one arm into it, he discovered that his robe dragged the floor on his new smaller body and the sleeves were too long for his shorter arms.

Throwing the robe on the bed, he snatched her robe and put it on; feeling somewhat more comfortable with the fit; but slightly embarrassed from the pink color. He opened the door to their bedroom, discovering Devil lying across the doorjamb. Normally he easily just stepped across Devil, but now his shorter legs required stretching as far as possible to get across the wolf; which proved to be difficult because his inner thigh muscles were extremely sore.

He walked the semi-dark hall to the room that they used as a bathroom. It had a narrow channel that carried away waste and an underground stream kept the water buckets full.

Staring at the wooden commode on the channel, Kit mentally questioned himself why he allowed the body exchange to occur. He picked up the back of his robe and sat back on the commode, discovering that the commode had been sized for his bigger male body. Scooting back on it, his feet left the ground while the tail of the robe got between him and the commode. Standing back up, he removed the robe then sat back down. As soon as he was positioned and relaxed the muscles that were holding back the pee, a strong stream of urine flowed from his body. It stopped just as quickly as it started and Kit thought for a second, trying to figure out how to shake his new pee spout to get the last drops out. Looking down at his new body, he observed that the pubic hair was matted and dried cum lined the inside of his legs. Thinking back to the moment that he woke up and smelled the heady aroma of their lovemaking, he now realized that the smell came from him. He was going to have to bathe before he could dress.

Dress - shit, he'll have to wear her clothes now. And he'll be expected to assume her role in this village.

Looking down at the relatively big breasts that hung from his smaller female torso, he shook his shoulders, feeling the somewhat erotic feeling of heavy boobs swaying from side to side. He stared at the firm mounds of resilient flesh thrusting out from his slender chest. His hands were drawn to touch himself, feeling the warmth and resistance of natural flesh. As he examined his new apparitions, he felt the nipples respond to his touches and grow. He gently stroked his left breast, then lifted the other breast in his hand feeling the weight. His noticeably small, female hand probed and stroked the soft flesh as he observed the nipples increased in size as he caressed the breasts. Shaking his shoulders again, he noticed that his nipples were slightly stiff from his gentle playing with them. The firm and beautifully rounded breasts were slightly larger than pear sized, but on her small body, looked very large. The nipples so recently stimulated by his hands were standing erect from sexy half-dollar sized aureoles.

Looking at his lower body, he touched the hairless legs then touched his face, feeling the same soft and smooth, hairless skin. The coarse hair of his arms and legs had disappeared, leaving behind a soft, smooth tawny skin that smelled of satin, womanhood and recent sex.

Female genitalia. It felt very weird to be sitting on the commode and seeing female genitalia between his legs. He reached down to his pussy and probed the moist, slit topped by a little nub that shot tremors through his entire body when he touched it.

Grabbing the toilet paper with a quick snatch, he patted himself dry feeling an unusual sensation as the toilet paper also touched the edge of his new vagina lips. Shaking his head at what he was going to have to do to adapt, a lock of dark hair fell across his face. Before he could push it back, more locks of the dark hair fell in unhampered, distracting waves as he stared at the familiar female genitalia that now was on his body.

Snapping his head quickly, and brushing the mass of hair back with his hands, turned on a torrent of backup emotions within him. He wanted to just lie down and cry. And he hadn't cried in years. Fighting back the wall of depression surrounding him, he jumped to his feet and grabbed the robe, not bothering to put it on as he angrily strode down the hall.

He stepped over the wolf, entering the bedroom quickly. He saw Diana down on the floor doing pushups. A light gleam of sweat covered her new rippling muscles as she counted out loud "one hundred and forty two, one hundred and forty three, one."

"Look, I'm not sure that we did the right thing." He blurted out, hearing the tension in his new voice.

Diana stopped doing pushups, then rolled over on her back. As she stared at Kit, she started doing sit-ups as she asked, "I'm sorry that you feel that way. Look, if you don't like it, we'll swap back. Just let me see what it's like to be a man. Give me a couple of days and then we'll swap back. Ok?"

Kit pulled the robe on, tying the belt as he tried to think rationally. Picking up Diana's toilet kit and a towel, he declared in a somewhat upset voice "I feel filthy. I've got to take a shower. After I get back, we need to talk."

"Ok, sweetheart, only we need to iron out some minor agreements before either of us sees anyone else. For all practical purposes, you're now me. The natives are going to expect you to behave as I do. So you've got to answer to your new name - Diana and accept that you're now a second class citizen in this village. You're the leader of the village women, but you're behind the lowest man on the social pecking order. So remember your place. And we've got to start calling each other by the appropriate name and using the correct gender pronouns."

"Oh, I see. So now when you talk about me, use she or her and I'll use he or him when I refer to you. Well, get your masculine butt up and fix your own breakfast. Because this "she" ain't cooking for you."

Opening the door, an obviously irritated Kit jumped over Devil who was still blocking the doorway; almost falling because his jump wasn't propelled with his normal powerful muscles. Striding angrily down the hallway, Kit rushed out the door, discovering that the sun was rising.

"Shit, the whole village's up."

Striding purposefully toward the lake, Kit passed several villagers. The women spoke to "her", calling "her" Diana while the men just nodded. When "she" got to the flat rock, "she" discovered that Taizza was already there and was washing clothes.

Well, Taizza had seen this body before and Kit didn't care at that moment, who else saw it. Removing the robe and dropping it on a boulder, "she" opened the toilet kit. Ignoring the large number of strictly female toilet articles, such as the lipstick, the small hand mirror, the tweezers, and the rouge, Kit found the soap.

As Kit walked toward the waterfall, Taizza stood up and smiled as she saw the matted pubic hair on the approaching female body. She removed her skirt and dropped it on the rock as she announced "I want to shower with you Diana."

Remembering that "she" now had to pretend to be Diana, Kit hesitantly replied "Ok."

The two young women stepped under the waterfall, letting the water flow over them. After "she" had somewhat rinsed her new body, "Diana" stepped barely out of the water flow and started soaping her body. Taizza lined up beside her and "Diana" handed her the soap, knowing that it was expected that best friends share the same soap.

Taizza confessed "Mauba wants me to move into his hut with him tonight. He doesn't want to wait until the festival and to choose me in the ceremony. What should I do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"My heart says move in with him. My father says wait. But my body says do it now. Mauba will make me a good husband. His cock's not as big as your husband's cock, but it's a good cock. He doesn't have any diseases and everytime he thinks about me, his cock gets hard. I want him now and don't want to wait. Someone needs to talk to my father?"

Hearing the reference about "her" former body's cock, caused "Diana's" face to blush slightly, which "she" covered up by coating it with a lather of soap. Stepping back into the waterfall to rinse off, "she" wondered how "she" would rinse within "her" vagina lips. "Diana" looked at the young native woman's eager face and declared "If that's what you want, I'll talk to your father."

"No, he won't listen to you. Ask The Phantom to talk to him. Please?" she begged.

"Diana" nodded "her" head, really accepting "her" new feminine second class role in this society and gender identity for the first time. Although "she" knew that "she" was really The Phantom, now "she" was Diana and had to start thinking of "herself" as Diana. To start thinking of himself - rather herself as a woman.

Now that the new Diana felt clean, she walked over to her towel. Walking toward her was a fully dressed Phantom, followed by Hero and Devil. The man striding toward her took long steps as his long arms swung from his wide shoulders. Stopping a couple of feet from the still naked Diana, he explained why he was dressed and leaving "Seeing as how I've only got two days to explore my new masculinity, I've decided to make the most of it. I suggest that you explore your new womanly body - take a warm bubble bath, then have Taizza dry and brush your hair. That always makes me feel so soft and feminine. Try on some of my clothes, with my recommendation being to select the lacy and frilly items; then experiment with your makeup technique. Meanwhile, I'm going to ride into town and stop at a little bar that I want to close down. I'll take care of myself and be back by suppertime. I hope you don't mind, but when I shaved, I didn't shave the upper lip. You might like it after it grows out a little."

Diana stared at her former body, feeling terrified at the thought of her "husband", because that was another gender concept that she must get used to, going into that bar. Before she could say anything, The Phantom admitted, "I did some calculations when you walked out. If I'm right, your period probably started during the night. It's the beginning of everything, the start of the month of madness. That's why you feel so confused and upset. I'm used to it, but the rush of new female hormones probably overpowered you. If you'll look in my right top drawer, you'll find what you need to protect your clothes. I suggest that you try that very unique feminine necessity just to make sure that you don't get embarrassed by an accident."

"A period. Shit, next you'll tell me that I'm pregnant." Diana uttered in a high pitched voice, as she put the bathrobe on.

"Anything is possible."

Glancing at the male body that now seemed so huge to her smaller body, she admonished her former body "How come you didn't put the jockey protective cup on? You never know when you'll need it."

Glancing down at his pelvic area quickly, he responded "Yeah, I see what a difference in appearance it makes in this form-fitting costume. Looks like I've got a German sausage tucked away in my underwear. Well, I put it on, but didn't like the feel of it, so I removed it. I'll make sure that no one hits me there."

The Phantom smiled as he declared "Gotta go. Those crooks won't wait."

Turning, he grabbed the saddle as he easily leaped into the saddle. Winking at her, he tugged on the horse's reins. Hero turned then the horse started trotting toward the path to town, closely followed by Devil.

As Diana stared at the departing Phantom, Taizza asked "Would you like me to come brush your hair?"

Diana looked at her young friend. A smile of gratitude formed on her face as she responded "Yes, thank you. I'll make sure The Phantom talks to your father when he returns tonight."

"Do you really think that he'll talk to him?" she gushed, her face all aglow with enthusiasm.

"If he wants any pussy tonight, he'll do it."

The powerful horse trotted down the trail at a speed that most horses couldn't maintain for long, but Hero could carry his master at that speed for several hours before he required rest. Behind them trotted the wolf, which never let his master out of his sight, unless ordered to do something else.

Feeling this powerful horse between his legs was nothing new. But having powerful legs wrapped around this horse and not having to put up with bouncing boobs was a completely different sensation. It was also a completely different sensation to have to adjust his cock, as it felt cramped from the tight clothes.

The Phantom adjusted his mask, knowing that the crooks in this bar were small time, local crooks that the real Phantom usually ignored. But when a younger Diana Palmer first arrived in Africa, those goons had insulted her and she had never forgotten their harassment. Although the former Diana could've had The Phantom bust them up, she always relished the ideal of marching in there herself - correction, himself and kicking ass.

After two hours of easy riding, The Phantom reached the hill overlooking the small town. He stopped the horse while he let the horse rest. He used the time to practice his pistol draw and shadowboxing. He had a little problem getting the draw perfected because his much larger finger seemed to be too big to fit around the trigger. When he was satisfied that the guns felt normal, he hopped back on Hero. He rode to the bar's back door. After dismounting, he opened the saddlebags and put on the trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses that disguised him as Mr. Walker. Mr. Kit Walker. He told the animals to wait, then he walked around the building into the bar.

The smoky bar had six or seven riff-rats sitting around playing cards and drinking. He walked over the bar, ordering "Milk, please."

The bartender laughed at him as the man closest to him called out in a sarcastic voice "We don't allow pansy's in here. Why don't you get your ass out of here before we kick you out?"

Smiling behind his sunglasses, he responded "Milk, please. And I prefer a clean glass."

Two of the cardplayers dropped their cards then moved so that they stood behind the person challenging him. When the braggart confirmed that he had backup, he loudly stated "I warned you mister. Prepare to get your ass kicked."

The man launched himself with an animal snarl. Side stepping the charging man, The Phantom let the man crash into the bar. As the man rebounded, The Phantom grabbed the man's arm and swung him straight back into a wall, hard enough to knock the breath from him.

As another thug stepped forward, Mr. Walker's huge right hand flashed out, connecting with the thug's jaw, instantly dropping him. Before the thug's body fell to the floor, the other two thugs grabbed Mr. Walker's arms as the other hoodlums rushed to help their friends.

One man grabbed hold of his knees, lifting his legs in the air. Mr. Walker responded by ramming his legs into the man's midsection, knocking him down. As soon as his feet touched the ground so that he regained his balance, he swung another kick into someone's midsection. The man flew across the room onto his back.

With a lightning move, and quick snap of his right arm, he landed two blows against the nearest man's face, connecting once with the nose, then quickly shifted position as he clobbered the bully's chin, knocking him on his back.

Another man stepped forward, circling The Phantom warily. The man was furious, his face reddened by his anger. Under The Phantom's mask and Walker's sunglasses, Kit had a look of pure animalistic joy, like a tiger hunting his prey. The man rushed towards Kit and slammed his right fist towards Kit's head--but Kit dodged the blow, caught the man's right hand in his left armpit, and smashed his right elbow down hard on the hoodlum's upper arm.

Another man swung at Kit, but Kit easily side stepped the punch and pulled the man's head down with a jerk, bringing his knee up quickly to smash into the man's jaw. As that man went down, Kit launched a series of super-quick blows against another man's chest, before smashing him in the face. One of the men rose unsteadily to his feet. Kit grabbed the man by the arm and spun him furiously into the wall, face first.

Three of the thugs now had The Phantom's mark on their chin - the mark that they would never be able to remove. While Kit still had the hat on his head and the sunglasses on his face.

In less than thirty seconds, he had beaten all six of them. That old jungle saying about The Phantom being rough with roughnecks was very true. As he stood there, savoring his triumph, Kit realized that he had a rock hard erection in his trousers. It was an unusual sensation, as its increasing tumescence broadcast a strong sexual thrill through his body. It was a very unusual feeling, but he knew that was what an erection felt like. Leaning against the counter, he pressed the cock against his body, verifying that it was an erection. Staring at the bartender, he reminded the bartender "My glass of milk, please. Don't anger me by forgetting my clean glass."

Chapter 5 - Comparisons

Diana was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a khaki blouse. After Taizza dried and brushed her hair, Diana had dismissed her young friend while she dressed. She looked at Diana's closet full of fashionable city clothes quickly noting that most of them weren't suitable for jungle wear, but which the real Diana frequently dressed up in, just to wear around the cave. Ignoring the fashionable clothes, Diana settled on the standard khaki clothes.

She opened the described drawer and found a bunch of pads to absorb the messy female discharge. One of the panties already had a pad pinned in so she observed what she had to do as the pads got dirty. The panties fit although it took a moment to discover which was the front because there was no penis slit. The smooth, satiny fabric felt pleasant next to her skin causing her to remember once when the real Diana had teasingly suggested that the real Phantom wear a pair of her panties because he had a mild raw area in his crotch. The real Diana had joked about how much softer women's panties were and how much nicer they felt over cotton drawers with elastic that kept rubbing the wrong places.

The pad completely covered her from above the base of her vaginal lips to the top of her ass's crack. Inside the tight panties it was slightly uncomfortable, but somehow it made her feel more secure.

The very lacy bra was extremely difficult. Having observed the real Diana put one on many times before; the new woman didn't realize how difficult it could be to get it on correctly. And after it was on, it still didn't feel right. She unhooked the bra and put it back on, noticing that her breasts still overflowed the lacy garment. A couple of minor adjustments and it felt better, but was still uncomfortable to wear. The cups were a little small for her breasts, then she realized that her new breasts were probably swollen from the menstruation.

Looking in the mirror, the bra looked filled out and bulging. The weight of the boobs pulled down the bra straps and the tightness forced the skin up at the top of the bra exposing a lot of cleavage. She took a couple of steps, noticing that the bra only reduced the amount of jiggle. As she stretched her arms to put the shirt on, she could feel the slightly restrictive feel of the bra on her chest with the straps cutting into the shoulders. Wearing a bra was a "damned if you do and damned if you don't" situation.

Turning, she gazed at a picture taken of Diana while the real Diana was taking a vacation back in her hometown earlier in the year. The picture showed a beautiful young lady, with skillfully arranged hair, with large curls that were currently in style back in America. Picking up the picture, she stared at the beautiful face, with long dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched eyebrows, seductively pouting pink lips, and tiny gold loop earrings dangling from her pierced ears. That beautiful face in the photograph was now the face that the new Diana presented to the world.

Looking in the mirror, Diana saw the same face, but there were so many changes. The curl was gone from the hair, the eyebrows had grown out some, the lips looked naked without the lipstick, there was no makeup on the eyes or rest of the face, and the ears had small diamond earrings to keep the piercing open. Diana smiled similar to the smile in the photograph as she held up the picture by the mirror to compare her current look with the photograph. The camera-caught image of Diana's beautiful, feminine face with her smooth peaches and cream skin tone, perched on a sweetly arched neck stared back at her; framed by a swirling mane of auburn curls. Turning her head as the new young woman stared at her image in the mirror, the sultry tresses bounced around her neck. Although she looked beautiful, the new Diana felt that the current mirrored image wasn't as beautiful as the year-old photograph of the real Diana. Feeling slightly disgusted with the comparison, the new Diana put the photograph back on the dresser, but face down.

Staring back at the face in the mirror, she recalled the memory of the first time that The Phantom saw Diana. She wasn't a tall or big woman, but she had a very filled out, proportional body for her five foot two inch body; which only weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. Proportionally, her boobs were large and firm, but not so heavy that they sagged. She had the tiniest waist that flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, well-defined stomach that sloped smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that framed her pussy.

While she had a body that would attract any man, it was her attractive face that caught The Phantom's attention. Thinking back to that time as she shut eyes to recall that never-to-be- forgotten image, the new Diana remembered what the real Diana looked like that day. She had a beautiful face, with highly arched eyebrows, and used just the right amount of makeup to enhance her natural beauty. Her eyes stood out because of the eyeliner, and mascara making her eyes big and bright that highlighted her sensuality. Her pouting lips were flaming red, sharply defined and voluptuous, looking so full, lush, wet and kissable. The long, soft curls, that were framing her face looked as if she had just exited a beauty salon. Her colorful magic of base, powder, blush, liner, shadow and lipstick all combined with her natural beauty to turn her into a sensuous woman who could have any man that she wanted.

As she opened her eyes to compare the image of that day with her current-day look, a long lock of tousled hair fell across the face as Diana turned back toward the mirror. Pushing the lock of hair back as if it was a natural motion, she was distracted for a second by her hands. The fingernails definitely needed a manicure. Diana used to have long fingernails, which she painted the same shade of red as her lipstick. Staring back in the mirror, it was obvious that it was the same face, but the rough jungle life was beginning to show.

Remembering the departing advice of her new male lover to explore her new womanly body while she could, she decided to give it a try to see what it was like to be a woman. Picking up a brush, she began brushing and combing the hair, trying to shape it as Diana usually wore it. She picked up the brush as she tried to decide where to start. Watching herself in the mirror as she brushed her long thick hair, she was appalled to observe that she was mashing the hair down. She ran her hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up again, before remembering that Kit's touch with the brush had been very light, so she made a concentrated effort to brush lightly.

After several attempts, it began to take shape. She brushed the top and left the sides full and wavy but drawn to the back. The back was arranged in one long fluffy curl, which she draped over her shoulder. Satisfied with the general appearance, she pulled down a few strands before brushing them back so there was a little bit of bangs hanging down. While it didn't look absolutely gorgeous, it looked very normal. The Phantom preferred for her to wear it wild and free, falling to her back. Seeing the hair easily brush into its more familiar style rewarded the efforts that she was putting into perfecting her feminine skills.

Sitting at her vanity table, she stared at the mixture of foundations, bases, power, lipstick, gloss, mascara, eyeshadow, and cold cream. Remembering the general purpose and sequence from lying in bed staring at the real Diana while she put on her face, it seemed like it would be easy to smear a little rouge and lipstick on the face. Uncapping the lipstick and cranking it up, she held it in front of her lips as she smelled the pleasant aroma and rubbed a crimson slash across her open mouth. It made her lips feel so smooth and soft.

She was conscious of the lipstick on the lips from the slight, fresh odor just below her nose and its taste in her mouth. The taste reminded her how sweet the real Diana's lips had tasted the first time that The Phantom had kissed her.

Looking at the smudged thick lipstick on her lips, she wiped it off with a tissue and pursed her lips. Turning the lipstick, she took her time putting the lipstick on. When she finished, she had a very thick coat of the bright red lipstick but she had brought it out just past the edge of her lips all the way around in order to give a more sexy shape to her new mouth. Not liking the thickness, she wiped it off again and re-applied it, this time applying a thin, covering coat that outlined her lips correctly and had a thin appearance. A final touchup, then her lips assumed the fullness and softness of the beautiful woman that she should be displaying.

Feeling comfortable with mastering that feminine skill, she put a little blush on her cheeks. Three failed attempts later, she put the blush away accepting her fire-engine red cheeks as "not correct but passable" before she concentrated on making her eyes look sultry. She closed one eyelid at a time as she swiped some shadow on each of her eyes in turn. Blinking her eyes, it didn't seem right because she looked more like a raccoon that had been in a fight, than a beautiful young debutante. Recognizing that there was more to do before she was finished, she tried to determine where she should work next. Staring at the rather full eyebrows, she considered tweezing them back to the thin, more-stylist shape that Diana preferred when she was in America. Looking carefully at the eyebrows, the new Diana decided that she liked them full; so she wisely left them alone. She outlined her eyes and darkened her eyebrows with eye liner, then applied some mascara to each of her eyelashes.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very disappointed with her somewhat ghastly appearance and lack of natural makeup skill. Twenty minutes later she gave up as she scrubbed it all off then only applied the lipstick. The somewhat frustrated new woman stared at the makeup, realizing for the first time, how much skill it took to expertly apply the different cosmetics so that it not only enhanced the beauty but also looked natural.

Picking up one of the perfume atomizers, she sprayed a squeeze of perfume on her shirt. Taking a whiff of the perfume and enjoying this particular odor, she sprayed herself again.

Opening the jewelry box, she stared at the treasures that the real Diana favored. The Phantom had given Diana her choice of any jewels in the Treasure Room, but she favored the small delicate look in her personal jewelry. She selected a gold neck chain, with matching bracelet and earrings, and several rings, which barely fit on her smaller fingers.

The rings reminded Diana that her nails were due some maintenance, so she gave herself a manicure, adding some bright red nail polish that matched her lipstick. Her nails were fairly long and she just rounded them at the ends before applying the polish. She examined the hands; feeling pleased with the improvement that the polish made to her smaller and more delicate hands.

Standing and looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance was now the way that Diana usually looked. No one would ever know that it wasn't the real Diana when she stepped outside the privacy of their cave bedroom.

Finally the new Diana was dressed so that she felt comfortable enough to walk through the village. Stepping out of the cave into the bright sunlight, there was just a momentarily weakness in her legs as if she was scared. Pausing for a second before she continued toward the village, the new Diana assumed that it was something that came with being a woman - such as the female hormones that were now cursing through her feminine brain. After all in her real Phantom body, she had wadded hundreds of times into deadly situations without feeling any terror.

As she walked through the village, she noticed how people looked at her. She felt as if a hundred eyes were staring at her; that everyone knew about the body exchange but she attributed that minor fear to the hormones again. Holding her head high as she disregarded her fears, she walked slowly through the village. She spoke to the villagers, nodding to the ones that didn't speak to her.

She could tell a definite difference in the way the men treated Diana from the way they treated The Phantom. The men typically wouldn't speak to her because they had to keep the class difference. She might be The Phantom's wife but she was still just a woman. They would smile at her, then lightly nod their heads as a simple greeting to accept her presence. But the most difficult moments was when they looked appreciably at her body as if they could see through her clothes; then they would continue with their more important tasks as hand - such as batting away a fly.

There was also a noticeable difference in the way that the women greeted the new Diana. Normally the women would greet The Phantom with a mild smile then they would scurry to get out of the way so that The Phantom could talk man talk with their husbands/fathers. The women were now lively talking with the new Diana as if she was one of them. The women stopped her as she walked, talking to her about their children, their food, their food, their lazy husbands, and their gossip.

It normally took The Phantom only ten minutes to walk from one end of the village to the other because chit-chat was minimal. But the new Diana discovered that the women talked longer so it took almost an hour just to get halfway through the village. By the time that she got to the center of the village, she felt accepted by the women and ignored by the men.

Under the central tree, Mozz was sitting, with a bunch of kids scattered around him as he told his stories. Diana sat down next to him and listened to him as he talked to the kids in their natural language. Then he mumbled something, using a different language, that was a simple command to Diana requesting her to help him get up from his sitting position. She stood up to help him up but the old man sat there as he ignored her attempt to help him. Then he declared in the same language as the command "Two things gave you away. Your heavy overuse of the perfume this morning. The real Diana doesn't know a single word of the Moorish dialect, but the real Phantom does."

Sitting back down beside the old man, Diana looked at the kids who didn't understand what the old man had discussed. With a wave of his hand dismissing them, the children ran away, leaving only Mozz and Diana sitting under the tree.

Diana confirmed his guess "We tried it last night. As you can see, it worked. We're going to live each other's life for two days before we swap back. I need your help to make sure that no one else discovers that we've done this exchange."

"There is an old jungle saying that goes - He who swings from vine, must worry what to do if the vine breaks."

A puzzled look formed on Diana's face as she responded "I don't remember anyone saying that about me."

"True. It's one that a friend told me about a man named Tarzan. But it also applies to you. What if you can't switch back?"

"But we've got to."

"Nothing is guaranteed in life except taxes and death. That's an old IRS saying."

"Ok, so you're probably right. What can we do?"

"Only wait and see. We'll try but if it doesn't work, then you'll have to adapt to your new life...Diana."

The sound of Mozz so forcefully calling her Diana sends a chill down her back. A chill of doom.

The Phantom rode into the village in mid-afternoon after returning from taking care of the bullies in town. Sliding off Hero, he entered the Skull Cave. A quick glance around the cave revealed that he was the only person in the somewhat private area. He deduced that Diana must be down in the main village - probably talking to Mozz.

He strode into the Chronicle Room, enjoying the sound of his heavy boots clicking on the stone floor as he walked briskly through the cave. There was a very noticeable difference to his new footsteps over his real body's footsteps. The sound was more confident, more powerful..more manly.

Opening the latest journal, he fulfilled a mandatory task that every Phantom for the last four hundred years had done every day. He entered the story of his fight, recording for future generations how some bullies had tried to push one person too many. He left out one major observation - the wonderful erection that he had experienced as a result of the fight.

When he finished his entry, he noticed the obvious difference in the handwriting. The entry just made was an example of beautiful hand writing, where the letters were very flowing and feminine while the previous entries were almost brutish and business-like. Later he would bring Diana in here and between the two of them, write the chronicle entry to describe their body exchange.

Striding into the Throne Room, he sat down on the Throne. Sitting in the carved-rock Throne chair felt very normal, where it hadn't feel even the tienie-wieniest bit normal when he sat on the Throne in Diana's smaller body. The rock-hard chair was designed for a man with long legs and a wide body, so the chair felt better with his new body.

Sitting in the Throne, he felt a rush of power flow through his body as he realized that he was The Phantom now. That he was the man who millions of jungle inhabitants idolized because of The Phantom's rich history and mystery. Looking around at the huge chamber, his low voice filled every crevice as he whispered to the ghosts that filled the chamber "I won't let you down."

He wanted to sit on the Throne for a long time so that he could think about what it was like to be The Phantom. But he knew that his time was limited with so many other things that he wanted to experience also.

Walking through the series of inter-linked caves, he entered the Burial Vault where the twenty other Phantoms were buried in their individual crypts. Looking at the open space reserved for the twenty-first Phantom - the current Phantom, he knew that he wanted to be buried within that space when he died. He knew that was impossible because only The Phantom's were buried here within the crypt. The dead wives of Phantoms were buried in a small cemetery just a short distance from the waterfall. When he eventually died, he wanted to be entombed here within the crypt - where he felt that he really belonged.

Diana was watching Taizza cook. Most times, Diana helped her friend, but the little pigmy woman had declined Diana's assistance today. Talking to Taizza woman-to-woman in a best friend to best friend style was a very unusual experience for the new Diana. She felt more comfortable talking about horses, or crops, or hunting, or anything but what Taizza kept talking about.

Taizza's entire life seemed to revolve around Mauba and her planned life with him. Diana had to pretend to be interested in her friend's single-track mind which simply revolved around her desire to be fucked. From her limited topic range, Diana deduced that Taizza was extremely horny because all the young virginal woman would talk about was, what it must be like to be fucked. And that was something that Diana didn't want to think about, much less answer the rather pointed questions that Taizza kept asking about sex. As fast as Diana changed the subject to something that wasn't so unsettling to her, Taizza would switch back to the topic of sex, often inquiring about details of what Diana thought about making love to The Phantom.

Talking to Taizza, Diana was amazed to discover that the whole village discussed their love life and that most of the village women frequently fantasized about what it would like to have The Phantom as their husband. While Diana knew that back in her bachelor days as The Phantom, that The Phantom could've claimed any village woman as his companion, she never dreamed that the village women talked about his reputed sexual prowess as an everyday topic. Taizza revealed that they joked about how his body was proportionally built everywhere except between the legs. And that even the biggest horse didn't have a cock reportedly as big as his cock.

Hearing Taizza open up about the rumors and gossip of the village women, Diana felt her face blush many times as Taizza rattled on about what so-and-so would do if The Phantom was her man for the night. Or about someone else bragging about how she had been visited one night in the dark by a man whose cock was so big that it could only have been the Phantom. About how there were women who had been slightly disappointed by their new-born babies non-white skin.

Taizza was also very curious about Diana's ability to satisfy her husband with her mouth. When Diana shyly changed the subject, Taizza immediately switched back, claiming that she needed to know how to suck big cocks so that she could someday be the perfect wife to Mauba.

Finally Diana claimed that she needed some exercise so that she could escape her friend's one track mind. She walked out of the village and down one of the trails to a lonely spot by a stream that she knew the real Diana liked to visit. Sitting on a fallen log, she knew why the real Diana felt depressed and lonesome at times. There was really nothing here to entertain her or interest her. That's why the real Diana spent a lot of time in the woods exercising, or dreaming about going back home.

The new Diana sat on the log, thinking for a long time about what she had learned in such a short time. She was surprised when she looked up to see that it was almost sundown. Leaping to her feet, she turned to see Mozz quietly sitting on a stump a little way up the trail. He smiled as the village's wise man proclaimed "Just as I watched over the person that I formerly knew as Diana, I'll watch over you."

The old man started walking back down the trail. She hurried after him, feeling her breasts bounce up and down even with the bra on. In a few seconds, she was beside him on the trail. He stopped, looked her in the eye as he softly reminded the new young lady "My friend, I would love to live in a society where I could treat you as an equal. But as you know, we don't. Please don't make me remind you."

He walked slowly forward as Diana followed him, keeping one step behind him as a woman is supposed to follow any man. They talked as they walked. Mozz told her that he had seen The Phantom ride in and he was in the cave.

When Diana entered the cave, The Phantom was sitting in his throne chair. His gunbelt was off and he was staring in space as he thought about whatever Phantoms think.

She cleared her throat making a small noise which caused him to look up as he asked. "Hi, dear. How was your day?"

"I understand that I'm the luckiest woman in the village to be married to a stud like you. Why didn't you tell me about all these rumors going around about The Phantom's large cock and his frequent affairs? Did you shoot anyone today?" she asked, hearing a slight tone of sarcasm in her voice.

"Not yet, but the day's not over yet. As for the rumors, they were just gossip that I didn't feel worth repeating. I knew that you weren't having affairs and I enjoyed hearing all the outlandish things that the women gossiped about doing with you. As for what I've been doing, I've been doing a lot of thinking. We're both acting slightly differently than we normally act. I think it's caused by the hormones going through our new brains. You're going through an hourly estrogen hormone fluctuation as your new body cleanses itself and I'm being bombarded with testosterone's, which causes me to strut a little too much."

"Maybe you're right. I know I've felt a mixture of feelings today - one minute depressed and lonely while the next minute, all hyper and feeling strange. I was looking at a pretty flower and I suddenly felt like crying. I can't explain how strange I feel."

"It's the only explanation. Let me tell you what happened to me today. I had several erections. Three of them were while I was riding Hero. One was here while I was sitting on the Throne and one . one was in town."

"That's natural. Most men have several erections daily."

"I know, but it's weird to find yourself suddenly erect when there's no logical reason for it. I see that you took my advice and explored the mysteries of cosmetics. Later tonight, I can show you how to apply your makeup properly."

"Does that mean that you think I put it on wrong?" she responded with a slightly higher tone of voice indicating a little anger.

"No, not at all. I was just - I thought maybe that you would like...I've spent years learning how to put makeup on that face and I'd be happy to help you. Are you hungry?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"I've nibbled all day so I'm really not hungry."

"Supper is ready. I took the liberty of doing that task while I was waiting for you. After supper, we'll talk some more about our experiences."

Chapter 6 - Impotence

The first time that she called him Kit was almost as difficult as the first time that she responded to someone calling her Diana. But after a few moments of pleasant dinning in the privacy of their living quarters, she felt very comfortable calling him Kit.

During dinner, Diana discussed her promise to Taizza and Kit promised to talk to Taizza's father. While Kit ate a hearty meal, Diana discovered that she quickly became full after only a few bites while Kit seemed to have a bottomless stomach.

Both of them talked and laughed about their first day living as the other person. Kit recited how it felt to thrash the bullies, describing the fight in graphic details but leaving out any mention of the erection. He told her how everything seemed so small now that he was a big man. His face turned serious when he described how he fulfilled the obligations of being The Phantom, by updating the Chronicles and visiting the Crypt. He kept silent about the time that he spent on the Throne, thinking about how difficult it would be to return to his real body.

Diana told him a little about her day, but didn't feel that there was much for her to discuss. After all, most of the day was spent talking to women who were doing nothing but gossiping.

While Kit cleaned up after supper, Diana went to the bathroom. She was horrified to discover that the pad was soaked with a bloody discharge. She dropped the pad in the commode as she cleaned herself. Going back into the bedroom, she got a fresh pad and panty, then walked to the waterfall. Undressing, she worried about having to dry her hair again, but she didn't want to go to bed with that unclean feeling, so she eased under the waterfall, knowing that the water would make a mess of her hair. As the water flowed around her, it seemed to relax her and pull some of the tension out of her tense body.

She was drying herself off when Kit joined her beside the waterfall. He was wearing only the mask and skullcap with his robe and swim trunks. He dived into the water and swam a couple of laps as Diana sat on the rock and brushed her long hair, seeing for the first time how much trouble long hair was to maintain.

When Kit finished bathing, they walked back to the cave together. As they walked into their bedroom, Diana felt the hair on her neck rise slightly as a sixth sense warned her about something that was getting ready to occur. She asked, "Are you going to rape me?"

"Not tonight, your body's swollen slightly now and a rape could be a little unpleasurable, especially when you haven't learned yet how to enjoy yourself. I thought that we would start off exploring each other's new body and just let things happen."

He undressed down to his undershorts then laid down on the bed. Diana noticed that he laid on the side of the bed that Kit usually laid on. Just as they took over each other bodies, so had they taken over minor things that each of them accepted for granted. Did that mean that Kit expected her to service him tonight?

As she removed her bathrobe, she felt him staring at her naked body. She laid on the bed, quickly pulling the sheet up over her body, even though she wasn't cold. She could still feel him staring at her.

He rolled over, facing her as he pulled the sheet down to her mid-waist so that her breasts were exposed. She didn't say a word, knowing that the desire to explore each other's side of the sexual fence was the main reason that the body exchange had been proposed.

Kit ran his hand through her still wet hair then suggested "Would you like for me to brush your hair and put some makeup on you?"

Diana sat up suddenly, angrily staring at a puzzled Kit as she screamed "I don't look pretty enough for you? Well, I've seen you look a lot worse and I still had enough respect for you, to let you look how you wanted to look."

"I'm sorry."

Suddenly Diana's eyes watered up and tears began to flow down her cheek as she gasped "I didn't mean it. I don't know why I screamed at you."

"Come here. I understand." He suggested, pulling her slightly so that her head was resting in his armpit and her face was staring at his male nipples. Something about feeling the heat from his body and hearing the pounding of his heartbeat soothed her; removing the tension that she had been feeling. Lying in the crook of his arm, she could feel the strong muscles rippling under the tight skin as she stared at the small ringlets of dark brown hair around each nipple. She stared at the heaving of his chest with each breath; watching the stretching of his large round nipples; feeling the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck and being tickled by his baby fine hair on his arm. All while she was close enough to see the pores in his skin. Not knowing why she was doing it, she reached a finger out experimentally as she touched his nipples in turn, watching them contract as her long, red fingernail forced the nubs to attention. With her head still on his chest, she could feel his heart beat stronger and began to be aware that her body heat was rising along with his body heat.

With a gentle guide of his strong arm under her head, he pulled her lips to his lips. If anyone had been observing them at that moment, it would have been extremely obvious that the touch of each other's mouth was absolutely electrifying to both of them. Diana was amazed that her former lips were so incredibly soft, his breath so sweet and his touch so tender. It wasn't what she thought that a man's kiss would be like. After the first timid touch, she wanted more. She pressed her mouth firmly against the male lips, kissing him back, tentatively at first and then more passionately as something deep within her awakens some deep, hungry desire. Her lips parted slightly allowing the tip of her wet tongue to slowly wash over his lips. Anticipating her desires, he opened his mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to enter his hungry mouth. He timidly touched her tongue with his own tongue, absorbing her warmth and wetness. After a second or two of friendly teasing, Diana pulled away from him as she blushed, knowing that she had just crossed an invisible line; one that she couldn't ignore as she stared at her former body. Dropping her eyes slightly, she could see a bulge in his underwear, knowing that it was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards her.

Diana felt her body heat up as Kit moved his hand down her legs and began to massage her thighs. Each touch of his hand made her hotter than before. She felt a strong desire for sex building within her. By the time that his hand rubbed lightly across her crotch, her whole attitude changed for the better. Where she had worried about this moment all day long, now all her cares and worry left her, replaced by a desire to explore her former body; to taste her former body and to feel her former cock inside her.

Her lips kissed the nearest nipple on his perfectly muscular chest. He shifted position slightly as he started to roll over to face her. She stopped him with a husky whisper "No, I promised you that you would know what it's like to get the best blowjob in the world. Just lay back and enjoy."

After he shifted back to lying on his back, she massaged his chest and warm nipples the way that the real Diana had previously massaged him so many times. Slowly, she lowered her head to the male nipples, pausing to flick her tongue at the nipple just enough to coat one side with her salvia; then she blew her warm breath on the damp nipple, watching it react as it swelled with blood. Delicately, she eased one nipple into her mouth, savoring the texture.

Releasing her play-toy, she whispered "I didn't realize that male nipples had a slight musky taste, almost slightly salty taste."

His husky response was "Yeah, I used to get very turned on just by licking your nipples, tasting your masculine, musky smell with my lips and tongue. The stronger you smelled sometimes, the more I enjoyed it."

She started moving back and forth between his masculine nipples, licking and sucking one while her fingers fondled the other one, her hands trying to cup his muscular chest as if they were female breasts. One of his large hands began stroking her hair while the other one began cupping and fondling her female breasts. She slowly ran her fingers around his nipples, hearing him suck in his breath. She could tell that this was arousing him. She pinched a nipple softly, resulting in a slight moan of pleasure.

She sat up suddenly, guiding his hands back to a resting position. Then she leaned over and kissed his stomach gently, darting the tip of her tongue into his belly button, moving back up towards his chest; making sure to trail her still-slightly- damp hair over his belly. She explored the bulge within his shorts and asked in a throaty whisper "Why did you wear underwear to bed?"

After a momentary pause, he responded "I was afraid. Although I had dreamed about this moment all my life, now that it was here, I was worried about being able to perform. What if I discovered that I was impotent at that critical moment? After all, it's my real body that's making love to me. The same body that I've seen all my life. The body where I know every flaw, every curve, every wrinkle. I was worried that making love to my former body wouldn't turn me on. As I rode home today, I thought about it and the more I thought about it, the more worried I became."

"I see. Well, big boy, just shut up and let this little bitch fuck your brains out after I give you the best blow job that any man ever got."

He held up one massive hand as if he was directing traffic "You don't have to do that, if you don't want to. A lot of women work up to it."

"No, I've thought about it all day in the back of my mind. I knew that I had to start there. If I can suck a man's cock in my mouth, then I can handle any other little bit of fucking femininity that is expected of me. Right now, this body is turned on and is telling me what it wants me to do; so just lay back and enjoy this treat - I might never do this again."

As he dropped his hand, she bit one nipple gently, causing him to inhale sharply. She kissed his neck, nibbling at his ear lobes, biting gently, as she rubbed her hanging breasts against his chest.

His mouth opened slightly as her mouth covered his much larger mouth. Her tongue darted into his mouth, seeking his larger oral muscle, as their tongues tried to wrap around each other. From his throat came the sound of soft sighs as his body began a slow, swaying motion caused by his hips as he followed the thrusts and twists of her darting tongue. She pulled her face back, exposing a roguish grin on her lips just before she trailed her tongue along the edges of his slightly parted lips; feeling his body sway as she probed him with her tongue.

Her lips hung teasingly mere inches from his lips, her warm breath blowing on his slightly damped lips as she shifted slightly, pressing the length of her body against his chest. Her down hanging, stiffened nipples rubbed against him as he bowed his back slightly to feel more of her warm skin. For just a moment, she pressed into him as he moved, running the tip of her tongue along his shoulders as her breasts swirled around his chest in a circular motion.

Then she pulled back, enjoying the sound of his light groan as her lips moved back down to his nipples, sucking them, tickling them with her tongue. As she played with him, she felt a very unfamiliar warm, wet sensation between her legs, which she quickly recognized as a female's natural lubrication process. She paused a second to enjoy that unusual excitement then she heard a light growl, or maybe it was a purring sound, escape her lips as she continued exploring her former body. She realized that she was breathing very hard, and that she could feel her heartbeat in her pussy better even than she could feel it in her chest.

Sliding a finger under his underwear, she rubbed his cockhead with a fingertip, feeling the heat emitting from the hard shaft, as his jock bulge looked bigger than ever. As she gently fondled the hairy nuts, she felt his cock spring partially erect as it quickly thickened from her tantalizing foreplay. Staring at her arm disappearing into his underwear, it looked as if his cock was as big as her wrist. He arched his back slightly and pushed his underwear down, flicking it off with a snap of his ankle. She kissed and licked all over his body, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the erotic pleasure she was sharing with him.

With her knee, she guided him into spreading his legs and she eased down his body, trailing her tongue as she rubbed her breasts over his body. He groaned and stiffened when her swinging nipples brushed against his turgid cock as she moved down his tummy. A light moaning sound emitted from his throat as she softly kissed a little trail, down past his belly button, along his hip, to his thighs, moving in, licking his inner thigh up towards her ultimate goal.

He splayed his legs wide open, exposing his powerful thighs and a dense bush of wiry dark curls in his crotch, from which hung the large heavy balls. She spread his athletic legs wider and licked along the crevice where his leg met his pubic area, and then down to the wrinkly section of skin between his balls and his asshole, working slowly up, sliding her warm tongue onto his scrotum.

She was unable to keep from staring at the huge cock that was only inches from her face. From this close-up position, her former cock was quite large when fully erect. Stiffly the long, fat cock shaft rose out of his cock curls, at least nine inches long and almost as thick around as her wrist. The uncircumcised bulbous head was wet and shiny from the first smears of pre- cum, standing out erect from his groin, arching slightly to the right. The cock knob was as big as a small apple, bloated deep red and glistening with oozing cock cream. Staring at her former cock, she felt a strong craving throbbing in her cunt. She had never imagined that just looking at her former stiff prick could make her pussy feel so wet and hot. Her pussy was very wet, throbbing so horny that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by desire, frustration and a wanton, uncontrollable lust.

His hands gripped her hair as she licked up the length of his dick, tracing the rim of his throbbing, hot, head with her tongue. She shifted her body slightly so that her lips were just above the cockhead. She ran her tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, starting at the root and working up to the bulbous dick-head. She squeezed the head gently so that the small piss-hole at the tip opened, and using her eager tongue, she licked at the semen, which was seeping out. She could taste his semen, salty and slightly bitter, and with her face buried in his pubic hair, she could smell the heady, overpowering musky smell of his cock.

Opening her mouth slightly, she ran her tongue around the rim of the cock-head, feeling his entire body stiffen as her tongue touched him. She wrapped her small hand around the shaft and gently stroked his hard prick as she thought about what she'd committed to doing - to suck his cock.

Staring at the huge bulbous shaft, she felt a little intimidated at the thought of getting even the cockhead within her mouth, much less the entire shaft. But remembering all the previous times when that same cock had buried itself in this same throat, Diana knew that somehow it would fit this time.

She opened her mouth as his cock rubbed across her face. Without hesitating, she stuck it into her mouth as she widened her lips to accommodate it. He held her head in his hands and pushed her down, thrusting deeper into her. She gagged a little as the first rush of cock entered her mouth, but he paused, allowing her time to adjust to the heady mouthful of male organ. Holding his breath and concentrating on letting her take it, instead of forcing it down her throat, he was quickly rewarded as she relaxed her throat and pulled more of it into her mouth. He released a very loud pleasure moan as her warm mouth began sucking his cock deeper into her warm and wet mouth.

Taking a deep breath, she gobbled the cock in one swoop, as she thrust it deep into her throat, so deep she almost gagged before drawing it out until just the very tip was still between her lips. Wrapping her slender hand around the shaft, she repeated the thrust. Pausing for a second, she felt her lips stretched tight as the huge shaft rested deep within her throat. She sucked the cock harder and harder, shocking herself with her eagerness to mouth and slurp a cock. She slowly pulled back; enjoying the sensation of the cockhead as it rubbed the sensitive skin within her throat.

His back was slightly arched and sweat was coating his body as he tensed, letting her adjust to the foreign feel of a large cock within her mouth. As she thrust it back in and then began a rhythmic stroking, he could hear the soft gentle moaning which was coming from her, knowing that she was enjoying it as much as he was. Ignoring the slight gagging sensation, she eased her face closer to his hairy crotch swallowing all of his cock in one swallow. The huge prick responded to her hard, wet sucking by growing even bigger and stiffer within her already full mouth and stretched lips. The cock knob puffed up, pulsating against the roof of her throat.

Not able to control himself anymore, his hands began guiding her head, helping her as she repeatedly swallowed his cock, each swallow taking his cockhead from her lips to deep within her throat. As he jerked and thrust against her, he felt her tighten and tense up suddenly.

With a quick jerk, she pulled his cock from her mouth, still holding it in her hand. Her hand began squeezing it hard as her fingernails dug into his tender skin. Recognizing that she was experiencing the beginning of a female orgasm, he softly groaned "Let it rip, baby. Don't hold back. You've got more coming."

Every muscle on her body was tight, sweat was dripping down her forehead, and her eyes were staring at some invisible point in space as her body reacted to her first female orgasm. Suddenly her fingernails dug in deeper and she arched her back, raising herself on her elbows as a deep guttural sound groaned from her quivering lips. Then her body began shaking as her eyes glazed over, losing focus as they sank back into her head.

Almost as suddenly as it began, she collapsed on top of him, still clutching his cock in her hand. For about thirty seconds, he let her lie there, experiencing the afterglow; then he whispered "We're just getting started."

Raising her head, he observed a heavy drop of sweat dripping from her nose as she smiled at him. Then she opened her mouth and sucked his cock deep within her throat. This time, she didn't pull it out and held it there, with her lips buried in his pubic hair. With her tongue, she began stroking the base of the turgid shaft, while she made swallowing motions with her throat, putting gentle pressure on his cock. Gasping at the sensual feel of her total swallowing of his cock, he grabbed the bedsheet, digging in with his fingernails as she manipulated his meat with her throat muscles. Eyes closed, she seemed to forget who she really was as she lost herself in lust. Her passion continued to build along with that of her lover.

Arching his back, he raised them both off the bed, but she refused to surrender her swallowed prisoner. As he arched his back repeatedly up and down, a little of his cock would pull loose from her lips, but she would gulp it back down. Every thirty seconds, she would pull her head back until his cock cleared her throat, then she'd take a quick gasp of air, then re- swallow his cock. On each stroke, his thick dick came out slick and glistening with her saliva, then she pushed it back in, stuffing her mouth and throat with all of his shaft, somehow, keeping from choking.

His humps became more frantic as he felt the hot cum boiling up deep inside him. His balls were slapping against her chin as he humped her mouth. As he tensed for the explosion, she lifted her head and pulled the cock from her mouth. By that time, he didn't care because his cum was roaring through his body. Suddenly, he stiffened and grunted, the muscles of his naked ass clenching and unclenching rapidly. A gob of thick white cum spurted powerfully from his dick, splattering in Diana's face and running down her cheeks. More and more spunk shot forth, until Diana's face was drenched in the warm milky juice. As the jets of hot cum shot from his cock, she stroked his dick, pumping the jets toward her waiting, gulping mouth. The cock juice was spewing into her mouth, squirting on her tonsils and running down her throat. Feverishly she clung to the enormous, cream-shooting cock, loving the taste of his cum. She continued sucking, jacking and swallowing all at the same time, not wanting to release his cock until she'd sucked every droplet of salty cream from his cock.

She finished him off by pumping her fist up and down on his glistening cock, holding her mouth wide open an inch from his piss-hole, letting the milky cum spurt in. She swallowed his sperm-load hungrily as he pumped away and emptied his balls into her gulping mouth. When his cock stopped spurting cum, she let it slip from her lips and smiled at her husband. She raised her cum-covered face from his crotch, feeling very dazed and horny, running her tongue around her mouth to lick up the cream as if she had done this before. She was breathing hard, and her pussy was extremely wet.

With a gentle pull, Kit pulled her up from her position between his legs to where she was lying on top of his body. With a loving motion, he licked the last of the cum from her chin, then slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her.

Diana eased out of the bed, noting it was still dark outside. Picking up her robe, and the fresh padded panty that she had prepared the night before, she opened the bedroom door and walked gingerly to the bathroom. Her genitalia area was extremely sensitive this morning, thanks to the almost all night fuck sessions. She dropped the robe on the sink counter and eased her tender butt onto the high commode sink.

As she peed, she flinched from the unexpected, slight pain as her tender body overloaded her sensory system. Wrapping a couple rolls of toilet paper around her small hand, she smiled as she remembered why she was sore, as she smelled the dried mess between her legs. He had four massive organisms, pumping a gusher of cum each time as if it was his first time. While she had so many organisms that she lost count. It was somewhere around thirty before they both wound down enough to fall asleep, still entwined. She remembered collapsing on top of him; his semi-flaccid cock still embedded within her.

Both of them lost count of their climaxes as time stopped for them. She thought about his climax and how it sent her into fits of ecstasy as she felt his hot seed pour into her; remembering his cries and moans - how his rapid thrusts burned with pleasure. For a couple of moments, she lost herself in a dream world as she remembered how wonderful it had been. Just the two of them, enjoying each other's body.

A faint smile formed on her face as she remembered the waves of liquid pleasure that pulsated through her, as she experienced her first night of female orgasms. She remembered the moment that she learned how to clamp down on his dick with her pussy muscles and to squeeze his cock; and how it felt to have his cock twitching as he came deep inside her.

After delicately drying herself as much as possible with that matted pubic hair, she slipped the padded panties on, then put the robe on as she walked down the hallway. She entered the Throne Room and sat down on the Throne seat that didn't fit her bottom or legs now. Sitting on the chair was a little uncomfortable, so she pulled her legs up and curled the legs under her as she leaned back, looking at the familiar Throne Room.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Diana jumped suddenly, pulled back from her reverie. Then she smiled as she replied "Just thinking about everything has occurred to us in the last twenty-four hours. Tonight's the night when it all ends and we go back to our normal bodies."

"Only if we perform the ceremony. What would you think about keeping this arrangement for a little bit longer? After all, I've haven't raped you yet."

She laughed a vibrant laugh, countering with "Thank god. If you'd raped me, I'd need some crutches to move this tender ass around. I can barely walk, after your relative gentle session last night."

"Yeah, we both walked away with battle scars. I don't think my back will ever heal from all that clawing and scratching. But the worst part was that I still had an erection this morning. I almost had to break it, just to pee."

"It's called a pee hard. It happens quite frequently."

"My first personal experience with one. You ignored my question."

"I know. For some strange reason, I didn't want to answer it at this time. While I prefer my former male life, I feel reluctant to give this one up so soon."

"Know what you mean. That's why I asked the question. After all, tonight is the night that we agreed to change back. We could postpone it one more night. Tomorrow night is also a full moon."

A frown appeared on her forehead, causing a long lock of hair to fall down over her forehead that she brushed back as the frown was replaced by her familiar smile. "I thought about it, but Mozz has been predicting that we'll get our first tropical storm of the season tomorrow night. If he's right and he usually is, then there'll be no moonlight to act as the catalyst for our exchange. The storm will probably ruin the following night, which will be the last full moon night for several weeks. In less than two weeks, that boatload of American gangsters will land and I've got to be there to stop them. That is, I've got to be there as The Phantom."

"I could do it."

"Maybe, but we don't want to take chances yet. I let you go against that local bunch of sorry-ass ragamuffins in that bar, because I knew that even Taizza could whip their butt. No, this new threat will be professionals and you don't have the skill level to stop them yet. And if you got hurt, where would that leave me? You know that I'd have to revenge you. I'd leap on Hero and ride into town blasting away, but that wouldn't bring you back. It could be the end of The Phantoms because there's no male heir."

A smile formed on Kit's face as he softly responded "We could go back to bed and work on solving that male heir problem."

"You've really turned into a man. All you can think about is getting some nooky and getting your rocks off."

"Yes, dear. And I'll be the first to admit that the mighty invincible Phantom can be brought down by a little pussy."

Bending over, he picked her up as she put her arms around his neck. Easily picking up her small body, he carried her down the hallway as she ordered in a very firm voice "We'll swap back tonight. Understand."

"Yes, dear. And are you aware that you're no longer a virgin as of seven hours ago? While my body lost its virginity so long ago that I don't want to think about it, you were technically a virgin last night - because it was the first time that you made love as a woman to a man."

"Yes, love. And so were you." she confessed as she nibbled on his salty neck.

"Almost. I've been in bed with a woman before - back in my college days. But it was my first time to fuck a woman with my cock. How did you learn how to give such good blow jobs?"

"It was easy. I just remembered what I enjoyed when you blew me."

"Shhhh, I know that you threw some little techniques in that I'd never done before. But I wasn't going to mention them. I just considered them as techniques that you learned from other women before we married - back in your swinging stud bachelor days. What other secrets would you like to reveal?" As he shut the bedroom door behind them.

Chapter 7 - Rude awakening

It was a normal relaxing day. After finally getting out of bed and taking a leisurely swim in the lake, both of them dressed for a morning walk through the village. The Phantom brushed Diana's hair and applied a little makeup to her face, showing her some of the tricks of applying the cosmetics. Then he selected a long dark skirt that came down to her ankles and a while blouse with ruffles down the front. Winking at her, he joked "I used to wear this after a long night with you, because you can get by without wearing a bra. The ruffles will hide the sleazy look of the bouncing boobs, although none of the natives will care because of their women's almost nude dresses. Put your riding boots on and we'll go for a little ride, later."

Entering the village, they both noticed that there were several unknown natives sitting around the town center. As soon as Guran saw The Phantom, Guran rushed to them.

"They are here over a cow. Both sides claim ownership."

Looking at the natives, they both knew that their leisurely morning would be occupied with tribal affairs. Every so often, The Phantom would officiate over a village court where he would settle disputes between different villages. He let the tribal chiefs settle the disputes within their own village, but disputes between neighboring villages required a higher authority. Because it kept the peace between villages, he was pleased to preside over their disputes, which usually had a common sense solution.

The Phantom replied "In five minutes, bring them to the Throne Room."

As Guran hurried back to tell them the good news, Diana whispered "Your morning's shot. They'll use the standard flowery speech that takes all morning to get one fact across, hoping to win the judgment by flowery praise, not by describing facts. Then the other side will need rebuttal time."

"I know. But it's The Phantom's job to bring peace to the jungle. What'll you do to entertain yourself until I'm free?"

"I feel very mellow right now, so it really doesn't matter. I'll probably go see Taizza. We'll find some girl things to do to keep ourselves occupied."

Turning around, The Phantom strode back to Skull Cave, knowing that Guran would guide them. Diana looked at the broad back, smiling as she realized what a nice, tight ass The Phantom had and how nice that tight purple suit made him look.

Taizza was in the group of villagers that had been looking at the strangers. As soon as The Phantom walked away, she ran to Diana and tugged on her hand.

"Come on, Diana. Gua's and his wife have their new baby at the spring. Maita's proud of her new son and she's showing it off to everyone. If you don't come and look at it, she'll feel insulted."

Tugging on her arm, Diana had no choice but let the pigmy woman lead her back to the spring, where the baby would be resting under the shade of the shed.

As Taizza tugged on Diana, Taizza's small boobs bounced suggestively up and down. Diana couldn't help but stare at how puffy Taizza's nipples looked today. Perhaps it was all the sex that she had just experienced, but there was something about Taizza's body that slightly aroused Diana today.

As they walked, Taizza chattered about how happy her father was that The Phantom had talked to him about Mauba. Diana just nodded and let the young girl ramble on, while she stole a glance at the young woman's exceedingly large nipples. Then a blush came over her face as she realized that there was nothing different about Taizza; and that the nipples appeared larger because the Diana body was much smaller than The Phantom body, thus making Taizza's body seem bigger.

Taizza told her, how she had been down at the lake, waiting for Diana when someone yelled that The Phantom was walking to the village. So Taizza had run to the village and now her body was coated with a light coat of sweat.

As they walked, holding hands, Diana glanced at how gracefully Taizza moved and how sensuously her breasts swayed as they walked. Her body glistened with a patina of perspiration and there were drops of sweat slowly streaking down her flat belly toward the small wrap around skirt that she wore.

As they approached the shed, the small group of women standing around the shed parted for them. Sitting in the shade, Maita was holding her baby, letting it nurse at her swollen breasts.

Wrapping a big smile across her face, Taizza whispered "She saved the seat next to her for you. She wants you to hold her baby and to bring good luck to her new son."

Caught off guard by that request, Diana hesitated for a second, then observed that Taizza was correct. Putting a big smile on her face, she sat down next to the mother and loudly declared "You've got a fine son. He'll grow up to be a famous warrior, loved by all and feared by his enemies."

Diana smiled as she stared at the baby, but her eyes quickly shifted focus slightly as she stared at the baby's mouth suckling on his mother's turgid nipple. The baby's small lips were wrapped around the tip of the nipple and it was sucking on the nipple feverishly. Its mouth was coated with some of the warm, salty-sweet, creamy liquid that was flowing from Maita's breast.

Pulling the baby from her breast, it started crying. She held it up and announced "Please honor me and my son by letting my son nurse on the breasts of The Phantom's wife. My husband believes that within your body, flows the milk that produces strong warriors."

Caught off guard by the unexpected request, Diana stammered "I.that is.er.my body's not lactating."

Maita held the crying infant and had a look of hurt on her face. Seeing the look, Diana relented "All right. Give me a second to get this blouse off."

Maita's face lit up as she wiped the still crying baby's face with her skirt. Diana unbuttoned her blouse and removed the blouse so that she was as bare-breasted as the other women standing around the shed were. She held out her hand, cradling the baby's neck to support its head as she accepted the crying infant from its mother. Turning the baby slightly so it was lying in her arms and its face was next to her breast, she held the baby.

The baby continued to cry, ignoring the nipple that Diana was rubbing against its lips. Maita squeezed her own breast's puffy red areola between her thumb and forefinger, as she began milking her own nipple slowly and rhythmically while coating her finger with her lactation. Diana understood what she was doing although she had never thought about it.

Diana pulled the baby's head back slightly from her breasts as Maita rubbed the warm liquid on Diana's nipple. Then Diana held the baby's crying face against her breast, cradling him in one arm. Almost immediately, the baby's crying changed to a whimper, as he smelled the mother's milk on the nipple touching his lips.

His small hand touched her breast; gently probing its host breast, trying to find the source of the milk it smelled. With her free hand, Diana rolled her nipple between her fingers, gently tugging and pulling it toward the baby's lips. The baby whimpered a low moan that all of the women understood. Encouraged by the baby's weak movements, Diana guided her nipple into the baby's open mouth, which quickly closed around the nipple.

The watching women smiled as the little baby lapped, licked and sucked her nipple trying to pull nourishment from her breast. Maita rubbed another finger coated with her milk against the baby's lips, which just made the baby suck harder on Diana's nipple.

For several minutes, they continued this feeding, with the mother providing the milk from a coated finger and the baby wildly sucking on the already sensitive nipple. Then the baby quit nursing and let her nipple ease out of its mouth as it drifted off to sleep. The mother held out her arms and Diana regretfully passed the child back to its mother.

The mother whispered "My son will serve your son, just as his father has served your husband. I thank you for honoring me and my family by nursing my son."

Diana felt a very strong desire, which she couldn't explain. She had a catch in her throat and couldn't answer; closing her eyes, she barely shook her head in response. She knew that her body was excited, aroused and her legs were weak and rubbery at that moment. It wasn't a sexual occurrence but a natural desire to nurse a child.

Standing up, looking at the child sleeping in his mother's arms, she felt proud that she had been permitted to share that unique experience that only mothers can experience.

Blowing a kiss to the sleeping child, she picked up her blouse and slipped out from the shed. Taizza smiled at her friend as Diana winked at her.

Suddenly Diana paused as she realized that where she had felt a little sexual desire and nervousness from staring at her friend's nipples before, now she felt different as she stared at Taizza's breasts. Instead, she felt some sort of bond that hadn't been there before. As if they were sisters, destined to nurse each other's future children.

Smiling at her younger friend, Diana hung her blouse on a nearby tree limb, feeling a strong desire to become closer to this young woman who had turned into her best friend. And if her best friend went topless all the time, then it was good enough for her also. Taking Taizza's hand, Diana and Taizza strolled through the village, stopping to talk to other women.

Close to the village center, Diana saw Mozz sitting under the tree, telling his stories to the children. He looked up at the two approaching women, but didn't stare or act as if there was any difference in the white woman's appearance.

After the euphoria wore off, Diana cried. Not a sobbing cry - just a little bit of tears that ruined the makeup that had been so carefully applied earlier. After asking Taizza to go home, she sat on a boulder near the Skull Cave, feeling embarrassed by the way that she had shown off her female body, not thinking that it would be returned to its rightful owner that night. It was something that the real Diana wouldn't have done. She would have nursed the baby, but then she would've dressed again - not show off her body like a shameless slut.

She slipped into the cave, keeping into the shadows as she slipped by the entrance to the Skull Cave, hoping that no one else saw her. She found a similar blouse in the closet, tried to fix her raccoon eyes where her tears had smeared her makeup; and finally was satisfied with her appearance. As she exited the bedroom, The Phantom was sitting on the floor in the hallway, petting Devil.

He looked up "Hi. After I finished my judge duty, I walked back to town looking for you. I saw your blouse hanging on the tree and Guran told me about your nursing experience. That explained why you also didn't feel like putting your blouse back on. I understand and would've done the same thing."

Without putting his hand on the ground and using only pure leg muscle, he rose to his feet, pulling her to him, holding her smaller body against his larger body. He bowed his head, seeking her lips as she stood on tiptoe to meet his lips. He put his strong arms around the woman that was now his wife "I know how you're feeling, trust me."

As they kissed, Diana could feel her nipples growing and hardening. She spread her legs slightly, feeling his muscular thigh ease into the opening, and press against her mound. Just that simple touch was enough to invoke a familiar wetness seeping from between her legs and soaking her panties. The Phantom removed his hands from where he had been cupping her butt and raised them to her breast, stroking her long, rigid nipple through the flimsy material. Then, cupping his hand, he slowly moved it around her breast, underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, then up to her swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy resilience

He cupped his large hand against her warm flesh and whispered "There's nothing wrong with exposing your woman's body, it's the most natural and beautiful thing in the world."

Pulling her lips from his lips, she asked, "You're sure? You aren't lying to me - trying to make me feel better, are you?"

"As I told you yesterday, you're being bombarded with unfamiliar sensations from your female hormones. Every thing that you've done or felt is a normal female reaction. When you allowed that baby to suckle you, it turned on the mother hen instincts, so you were only doing what your body was telling you to do. As for walking bare-breasted through the village - well, I discovered my first week here that all the men are used to bare boobs jiggling all over the place. They get more turned on when they see a woman covering her body. So, don't worry about my reputation. Now, let's go for a horseback ride while we still have some daylight left."

She was galloping across the field on her horse as The Phantom and Hero chased her. She was doing the same thing that they had done only a couple of days ago; only this time their parts in this scenario were reversed. They were fulfilling the real Diana's wish by giving her a body to rape.

Hero quickly caught up with her horse. The Phantom leaned over to snatch her from the seat, but she ducked and turned her horse away, dodging his sweeping arm. Within seconds, Hero had pulled back beside her horse. As he reached for her again, she dropped out of the saddle, rolling as she hit the ground. Jumping to her feet, she ran toward the bunch of boulders that had been her original target ever since they started this chase. She ran toward a very narrow chimney, which she had played in when she was a little boy. Behind her, she could hear The Phantom running as fast as he could and she could tell that he was gaining on her.

Reaching the narrow chimney, she turned sideways and slipped into the narrow crevice, knowing from experience that it was too narrow for his larger barrel chested body. As she slipped through the narrow opening, she realized that she could get stuck because of her boobs. Pushing sideways through the narrow crevice, she quickly entered a wider area where there was a rock stairway that she could easily climb to the top, while he had to find another way to reach the top of the bluff.

After a couple of minutes, she was staring over the ledge, looking down at The Phantom as he climbed up the face of the steep cliff. Smiling at her ingenuity in putting hard physical obstacles between them, she sat down and quickly undressed. Tying her clothes and boots together in one big ball, she threw them off the cliff so that they landed close to where the horses were grazing.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, she pushed some small rocks off so that they fell near The Phantom. Not close enough to hit him, but close enough to exasperate him. When he got about ten feet from the top, she darted across the bluff to the edge that overlooked the river.

When he reached the top of the bluff, she stood still just long enough so that he could see where she was standing. Then she dove off the cliff into the river forty feet below. She didn't surface when she leveled off, but swam with the intent of putting as much distance as possible between her and the cliff. Her lithe body parted the water, muscles straining as she glided faster and further away from the cliff.

Finally surfacing, she glanced at the cliff, surprised that it was empty. Looking at the water, she could see waves radiating from a point close to the cliff, where The Phantom had already dived in. He hadn't waited for her to surface and was swimming as fast as he could underwater to surprise her by being close. Taking a quick gulf of air, she dived deep and swam downstream, knowing that she could cover more distance in that direction.

When she surfaced for air, he was forty feet away and waiting. As soon as her head broke water, he dived toward her. She swallowed a big gulp of air knowing that her smaller lungs hadn't had the opportunity to rest from the last dive yet. Under the water she zigzagged, hoping that she could get to shore, where she knew another trick that would slow him down.

Then a strong arm grabbed her leg as he caught her. With a quick pull, he jerked her back to him where he pinned her struggling arms tight against his chest. He forced them both to the surface with strong kicks of his legs. Reaching the surface, he relaxed for a moment, allowing her to raise her knees and put her feet against his chest. With a hard push, she broke free of his grasp as she pushed away from him and started swimming as hard as she could for shore. Five seconds later, her feet touched ground and she began running. She was almost out of the knee-deep water, when he leaped and tackled her, knocking her down, underneath his heavy body.

This time, he held on to her leg and dragged her to shore with one hand as he unbuckled his gun belt with the other hand. Throwing his gun belt onto the sandy bar, he pulled her up on the sandy beach and dropped her on her back as he pulled down his trousers. She turned and tried to crawl away but he fell on top of her and rolled her over, not bothering to remove his trousers, which he pushed down over his boots.

He threw himself on top of her, pinning her lithe body to the ground. Resisting him, she tried to squirm free, but couldn't bulge his heavier powerful body. She struggled, fighting and kicking, but she was held so firmly that she couldn't even turn over on her side. Her shoulders were held tight against the ground and her knees were forced apart by his heavy leg. She knew that his strength was overpowering but she continued to struggle, swinging her hips in a fruitless effort to escape him.

"You can't have me!" She screamed as she pounded her fists against his massive chest, knowing that her feeble blows weren't hurting him. Her back ached from the heavy weight of his body as he laid on her, holding her more with his weight, than with his superior strength.

He was at her like an animal, making animal noises, his mouth grunting as he nuzzled and sniffed her like a hungry dog. She found what he was doing exciting, making her quiver with delight as she felt his teeth. She wanted to open her thighs even wider to give him more room, but knew that it wasn't time yet.

Grinning, he covered her lips with his lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn away, but he held her head as his tongue forced its way into her mouth for a second. His hands began to run over her body, exploring every inch of her soft hidden recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at her nipples until they stood erect and hard. He kneaded her breasts with increasing pressure ignoring her whimpers as the pain began to feel good to her.

Forcing her tightly clinched legs apart with his body weight; he maneuvered himself so that the engorged head of his cock was positioned right above her pussy. She felt him move closer in until she could feel the jerking and pulsing of his hardened staff as it beat relentlessly against the flesh of her thighs. She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to push steadily against the lips of her vagina and slide into the soft channel between her legs. She wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his impalement, but the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper against her.

With a quick motion, he rammed himself forward, burying his cock inside her with one violent shove. Her entire body tightened under him from the shock of his massive cock ramming into her dry, tight pussy.

For just a moment, she forgot her role and thrust her hips upward to meet him, then remembered that she was supposed to be an unwilling participant. With a loud groan, she bucked and twisted beneath him, struggling to pull her body away from him, forcing him to pin her arms back over her head; using his weight and one hand to pin her.

He grunted roughly in his passion and began to grunt as he continued to fondle and pinch her body in every part he could reach without letting go of the grip that held her pinned to the ground. With his other hand, he grabbed her ass as he brutally rammed his cock in and out of her.

Within moments, he stiffened as he felt that now familiar feeling as the cum rushed through his body. As he shot his load into her belly, she stopped struggling and wrapped her legs around his powerful thighs as his hot cum filled her pussy. She let out a series of whimpers as she bucked and writhed on his cock and then stiffened as her back arched up off the ground pulling him deeply into her body.

For several seconds they lay there as his throbbing cock pumped more jism into her. As the last spasm racked his body, he pulled out and rolled off of her, onto his back.

She walked slowly out of the water where she had rinsed herself after their spirited lovemaking. He had finally pulled his trousers and boots off after their mock rape, but had left his top and mask on. She watched him as he pulled his trousers back up "I thought that I suggested to you yesterday that you should always wear a protective cup in your jockey. You don't know how close I came to kneeing you when you grabbed me."

"I tried one on this morning, but I still had a pee hard so it didn't fit right. I left it off." He mumbled as he dumped sand and water out of his boots.

She sat down on the sand, feeling the sand wedge itself up the crack of her naked ass. "Why did you have a fantasy to rape me or rather to rape a woman with you being a male?"

"Remember me telling you one time about how I used to be a tomboy when I was a little girl and then a boy in the seventh grade knocked me out. He was a friend of mine and I used to tease him with my budding tits when I discovered that I could arouse him. I would masturbate myself to sleep, thinking about new ways to harass him. One day, I took my teasing too far and he tried to force himself on me. For the first time, I was in a real fight and it felt good - even though I was losing. I was taller than he was, but he was strong for his age. He was pinning me and trying to pull my skirt up. I blooded his nose with my elbow making him very mad so he hit me hard, knocking me out. Well, I almost broke his nose which was enough to cool his ardor, plus the fact that my lip was bleeding from where he hit me. He ran away, leaving me lying on the ground with my skirt up and my panties pulled down to my knees. When I came to a couple of minutes later, I was scared but at the same time aroused. I cleaned myself up then went home, going to bed early. In bed that night, I masturbated thinking about what he almost did to me. Within a couple of weeks, that fantasy didn't thrill me as much so I started modifying it until I was him, raping me. That really turned me on because at that age, I really wanted to be a boy. It wasn't until my college years that I was able to shake some of those old memories and really enjoy being a woman. So when you told me about the Looking Glass, all those old fantasy's came back and I wanted to see what it was like to rape a woman."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes and no. I could never rape anyone in real life. I also knew that you were just acting. So it was just a game - a bedtime game, out here on this beautiful river."

Diana lay back on the sand spreading her legs and slightly arching her back so that her tits thrust forward so the little points and the surrounding circles of her nipples stood out, thrusting toward the sky. Then she softly asked "Did you ever have a fantasy about eating pussy - perhaps you were shipwrecked with a beautiful naked woman on an island?"

They were lying in their bed, all curled up. Her butt was within his body curve and his arm was around her waist, his hand cupping her breast. They were cooling off from their latest liaison, enjoying the calm after a spirited merging of their bodies. An hour earlier, they had sat in the center of the Throne Room and followed the same ritual that had originally started the process that changed their bodies.

He pulled back her hair and adjusted his head so that his lips were only an inch from her ear before he whispered "Besides the wonderful sex, what will you remember about this experience?"

"Hmmmm - there's so many things. I'll never forget how strong a mother's desire can be. I wanted a baby so bad that it almost hurt. And then there are the physical differences. This nose is more sensitive to smells and the smells played an important part in my reactions. I enjoyed smelling your musky body smell, which I had never noticed before. I also felt very different because of the much smaller body size. As a man, I was used to looking down on everything but as a woman; I had to look up at you so much that at times, I felt inferior just because of the size difference. And I'll never forget the way that the breasts jiggle with the slightest movement. At first, it was quite disconcerting but now I've grown so accustomed to that sensation, that I'll have a hard time adapting to being flat chested again. The jiggle of the breasts was the single thing that made me feel most like a woman and kept reminding me to let my feminine side of my personality take control of my thinking. And I know it sounds funny, but I'll miss having my period. I wish that the menstruation were over so I could feel what it's like to be in control of my emotions. I'll never forget the emotional swings - how one minute I was on top of the world and the next, crying my heart out for some silly reason. Not only did it affect my moods, but it affected my energy level - I could be lethargic one minute and full of energy the next."

"Do you enjoy dressing as a woman and having everyone treat you as a woman?"

"Yes and no. I never realized that you weren't treated as my equal before. Did you notice any difference in how people treated you?"

"I found it easy to be a man. I walk, talk, and sat down differently, but I found it easy to wear a man's clothes, eat a man's large meal, and strut around as if I had been a man all my life. I found it easy to feel like I was a real man."

She scooted her butt deeper into the curve of his body before she continued "When I feel your hard-on pressing against my butt, my mind starts reeling with desires I'd never had before. The mind numbing multiple orgasms will never be forgotten either. I can see now why a woman would take on a football team and just fuck all night. Last night, when you filled my ass and pussy with those two thick candles and stuck your cock in my mouth, was also something that I'll never forget. The feel of those two big thick objects separated by only a smidgen of flesh, rubbing in and out as your mouth teased my clit. God, how can you describe something as fantastic as that feeling?"

"You just have to experience it; because I know what it's like to try to describe. How did it feel to suck my cock?"

"Good. I knew that I had a big cock, but never knew how big until I had to cram is all into my mouth. Never having had a cock in my mouth before, I was very surprised at the silky smoothness of the flesh and the first bittersweet, salty taste of cum. The aroma was incredibly exciting and the taste was sweet and musky. It was a very nice experience; but I'll never do it to anyone else. I did it simply because it was you and something that you wanted me to do to you. I'll admit that I enjoyed it after I got started and wanted to do it as much as you wanted it but you can bet your fortune that another man's cock will never touch my lips."

"I'm surprised that you adapted so well. I expected you to perform the wifely duty by opening your legs for me but that was as far as I expected you to go. You've been open to playing games in our previous sex life, but had always declined anything that could be homosexual in nature - such as that time; I had that dildo that I mounted to a belt. You just laid there, eyes closed, unmoving, as I tried to arouse you. So it surprised me when you adapted so easily."

"That's me. I won't comprise myself with anyone but you and I've got very defined limits on what I'll do, even with you. What will you remember?"

"Oh, there are so many things. I knew that you had a strong sex drive, but I wasn't prepared for my cock to be stiff and bulging most of the time. While I greatly enjoyed raping you today, I also enjoyed swimming back across the river with you and then the way you sat on my face as we did a mild sixty-nine on each other. For the first couple of minutes after you cleaned yourself in the river, it was a very wonderful experience. I'll never forget the way that you came walking out of the river, like a naked river nymph, then you dropped to your knees so that you were positioned above my face. I looked at that glistening, clean, still wet cunt as you slowly lowered it to my face. You guided it to my waiting mouth, and my eager tongue couldn't lick your slit enough. Thank goodness, this was a very mild cycle and the river cleaned you."

"That wasn't the question. You're supposed to tell me what you liked about being a man, excluding sex." She demanded in a pouty voice, guiding his arm so his hand cupped her breast.

"Then there was the way that you rubbed your cunt all over my face, pushing and grinding it and making your body writhe in spasms of sexual pleasure; as your lips sucked my cock. Have you figured out yet how that big cock fits down your throat?"

She muffled a little giggling sound then whispered "Yesterday while you were off on your quest to clean out that bar, I was helping Taizza fix lunch. She had some carrots and I had to try one of them in my mouth to see if I could get that much slenderer root entirely in my mouth. I gagged and could only get about a third of it in before I had to give up. How I ever get something as thick and long as your cock in my mouth, is a mystery. But you'd better tell me what you promised."

"I enjoy the feel of my new body, enjoy exploring my new body, and especially enjoy exploring what having a penis is like. Another thing is that I enjoy the fantastic feeling of being strong. I'd always envied the physical power of men, and just being able to feel the natural strength of your male body, is something that I'll never forget. I like walking around people, even the village natives, knowing that they are looking at me as a person and not as a simple cunt. It was an unusual feeling when I felt the broad pectoral muscles and realized that I didn't have to worry about people drooling over my breasts. I enjoyed being a woman and I miss the familiar jiggle of my breasts and their sensitivity but now that I'm a man - well, there are pros and cons of being either sex. I love the way my butt is now small, tight, and rock hard. I also enjoy being tall, and broad and strong as well. The height and strength were the two of the most wonderful feelings. I felt so powerful. Did you see where I repaired the door on the closet where The Phantom clothes are kept? Well, that first morning, while you were showering, I opened that door expecting the door to stick at usual and pulled it off the hinges, not knowing my new body's strength. I had Guran come fix it later, but I guess the height and strength were my two most memorable non-sexual feelings."

Chapter 8 - While the men are away.

The sound of falling rain woke Diana. Opening her eyes and staring at the narrow cave window, she could tell that morning had arrived but that the sun was hidden behind the rain clouds. Holding her hand up, she knew that the body exchange hadn't worked as soon as she saw the now familiar red fingernail polish on her still slender hands. If Mozz was right, this storm would last several days and there would be no more moonlight for another attempt until the next series of full moons.

Sitting up, she stared at the exposed, sleeping man beside her. His obvious manhood hanging between his spread, long, hairy legs, clearly demonstrated that the body exchange had failed. She propped herself on one elbow and looked at his face, noticing a look of total contentment that she'd never seen before. His eyes were closed and his lips, slightly open, were fixed in the most beautiful, small smile as he slept.

Feeling disappointed because the exchange had failed, she slipped out of the bed, being careful to not wake the sleeping man. Pulling the robe on because she was cold as the cave lost its heat, she walked out to the Throne Room and sat down on the cold Throne rock chair, pulling her legs up under her. She felt very depressed but wasn't sure if that feeling was because of her period or the failure of the body exchange. As a tear flowed down her cheek, she heard the first distant boom of jungle drums.

Sitting up straight, she listened to the sound, which was magnified by the natural echo within the cave. After two minutes of listening to the drum, she walked forcefully into the bedroom, stepping over Devil again as he lay outside the door.

When she opened the door, Kit woke up. As he stared at her body, realizing also that the exchange hadn't worked, Diana simply declared in a slightly despondent voice "The exchange failed. We're going to have to continue our impersonation of each other for at least three more weeks. Hear the drums calling for The Phantom's help? The Maagua tribe is being attacked by the Watkssi tribe over land that they both claim ownership. The Phantom has to go stop their fighting and settle the dispute. I'll pack your saddlebags."

Like all caves, when it was raining outside, the cave walls dripped moisture. And it was pouring outside. Even in their bedroom, there was a small stream of water that gathered in a low spot near the door and flowed out the door, down the hallway. The cave was cold and Diana had put on trousers, high boots, a blouse and a sweater; but was still cold from the continual dampness.

The Phantom had ridden off about two hours ago and would be gone at least four days. The storm was expected to last for five or six days so he would be constantly soaked. Having ridden across the jungle under similar circumstances, Diana knew that her mate was probably more uncomfortable than she was. At least she was dry.

Looking at the falling rain through the cave entrance, she shivered. The heavy limbs on the nearby trees swayed back and forth as the heavy rain beat upon them. The breeze carried the scent of wet earth and mildew. The village was invisible because of the heavy rain. She stared out the entrance, feeling the cool breeze that blew through the cave openings. Aware that she was shivering, she went looking for ways to stay warm.

The best way to stay warm was to crawl up in a dry bed with your mate, but that wasn't a viable option. Remembering all the times that the former Phantom had ridden out, leaving Diana behind to amuse herself, she suddenly felt a little depressed now that she saw what was really available for Diana to entertain herself.

The former Phantom had never experienced such a depressing feeling as she did that day. Her mate was gone, and she had an emptiness inside that felt like a knot in her stomach. The loneliness of having no one at home on a cold wet dreary day and having menstrual cramps, was an awful feeling.

If she had been superstitious, she would have considered the rain as a bad omen. Being a realist, she knew that it made the situation more miserable than it should be.

She spent the day in the Chronicle Room, going through the old stories, looking for more references about the Looking Glass rock. Finding none, she wrote a short cryptic entry in the current journal, describing how they had used the rock and "encountered some unusual effects" that would be detailed later. Before she closed the journal, she compared the difference in her handwriting with her mate's handwriting.

After a late and lonely dinner by herself, she returned to her bedroom and crawled under the blankets, smelling the scent of their bodies still trapped under the blankets. Because both of them were planing to spend a lot of time in bed exploring their new bodies, they hadn't been too active in swapping the bed sheets everytime a new wet area formed on the sheet. Lying in the darkened room, she thought about the way that she had gone from being a man of action to being a female nymphomaniac. She knew that she couldn't get enough of his cock and wished that he were there in bed with her. I'm like a bitch in heat, she thought with amusement.

Her mind was dancing crazily from one thought to the next, noticing every detail around her. The night seemed alive, somehow more vibrant than before. Or maybe she was just more sensitive to it. She felt like she was no longer in control of her actions, like her mind was the prisoner of her body, and her body was being pulled along by some force unknown to her. She trembled, and it was more than the chill of the night.

The warm of the bed felt great after a day of walking around the cold cave. She luxuriated in the feel of the stress draining away as her body warmed up, under the blankets.

She was naked and as she rolled over onto her back, the sheets scraped against her nipples, which were mildly erect for some unknown reason. She cupped the ripe curve underneath her breasts and ran her hands lightly over her nipples, which stood up prominently from that slight touch. Shutting her eyes, she began caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel as her nipples became turgid and her breasts became more sensitive. The touch of her searching fingers made her nipples darker and harder. Almost instantly, she became so much warmer that she had to pause for a second to throw the top blanket off the bed. Curling back up under the remaining blankets, she cupped her breasts again, feeling the hot blood rushing through her body.

Pensively, she looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges of her breasts as her hands played with the twin orbs, squeezing them. She enjoyed the feel as the nipples hardened and stood erect. Groaning softly, she rubbed them, cupping the full mounds in her hands as she pinched the hard, pink nipples. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins.

She imagined it was his hands on her soft breasts, his mouth on her nipples, then his fingers stroking down along her rounded stomach, his tongue pausing at the navel dimple. Letting her hands drift down to the curve between her strong thighs, her fingers explored the familiar curling dark hair, felling the now familiar yet still strange feminine wetness and warmth flood through her body.

Holding a breast with one hand as she dipped the middle finger of the other hand between her cuntlips to find the wetness in her vagina. She probed herself, and thrust her finger deep inside the opening and brought some juice out to cover her clitoris. After that she moved her legs apart to began masturbating. She had two fingers hooked inside the mouth of her vagina, her thumb rubbing her clitoris with a jerking motion as she imagined his penis thrusting in and out of her passage. She felt like a pot about to boil over, hissing, bubbling, and the cover jiggling a bit as the steam fought to be set free.

Little shivers went rippling through her crotch, and she began to move her hips just a little, tightening her leg muscles, feeling the sheet rub gently against her pubic hair as it stretched across her body. She tweaked her nipples harder and then scratched them lightly with her nails, enjoying the slight pain that quickly was replaced by a very sensuous feeling.

She rotated her hips in bigger circles, now pretending that she was fucking Kit. The motion made her cunt and asshole spread slightly open, then close. With her palm, she spread her pubic hair so that she could massage her cunt lips. Slowly, she let her fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so that she would be able to move her fingers more easily along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina. She rubbed her middle finger up and down her slit, feeling the moisture from her slit lubricate her finger. Her inner lips stiffened and easily parted from her finger's gentle probing, allowing her finger to slide easily into her as she probed her cunthole and urethra.

As she nudged her clitoris with her thumb it swelled and sent shocks of electricity into her limbs, causing her to shake with excitement as she felt the now familiar dampness seeping from her vagina. As she caressed the folds of her labia, she felt several warm waves of pleasure, which increased in urgency, as she began to approach that threshold of pleasure where there was no stopping.

She continued to stroke her clitoris, causing contractions to begin in her lower stomach and groin. They rapidly began to build up, until she abandoned herself to the pleasure, resulting in the most intense ecstasy type of pleasure pulsing within her groin.

By now, she was gasping and had thrown the rest of the cover back so that her sweating body was unhampered by any heavy blankets. Her hips were moving in alternating circles and humping motions. She slowly guided her finger deep into her cunt, enjoying the sensation as the knuckles forced her lips slightly wider apart, then closed quickly over the deepening finger. She eased her finger into her moist cunt, wiggling it, scraping her fingernail against the tender walls and writhed her hips up against her hand until she couldn't push any farther

Reaching the full length of her slender fingers, she knew that it wasn't anywhere as deep as a cock could go, but it was the best thing that she had at that moment. Twisting her hand, she moved her finger in and out, enjoying the stroking feeling as she repeated the probing in and out motion.

Rubbing her urethra with her other hand, she heard a low moan that she knew could've only come from her lips. Using her other fingers to part the warm, wet flesh, she bent her finger slightly and turned her finger, feeling the knuckle and fingernail tease the sensitive velvet lining.

A musky odor that was sweeter than the smell of perfume filled the air, as her body exploded with sensations. Her probing finger felt the inner ridges of her vagina open as though expecting a cock. At the same time, the outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy, trying to hold her finger within. Jerking her finger out for a moment, she held it under her nose, letting the strong musky smell of her vagina fill her nostrils. Ramming her finger back deep inside her, she began stroking within herself, as another finger played with her clitoris. Her strokes became faster as she began to build toward her climax. Pulling her finger back, she shoved it back down with the neighboring fingers, jerking from the increased full sensation.

She arched her back and opened her eyes, as a look of sheer ecstasy filled her face. Her fingers were drenched with her juices as they worked quickly on her clitoris, penetrating deep into her body. Her loud moans echoed around the cave as she stroked herself, rubbing herself harder and faster. With the other hand, she rubbed her breasts, rubbing her aching nipples between her wet fingertips.

Seconds later she explosively came, grunting and moaning as her whole body shook with the release. She rammed all of her fingers in and out of her spasming pussy, enjoying the sopping wet feel. She cried out as she came, her eyes closed, her wrist vibrating as fast as she could move it. Pulling her fingers out, she could feel her muscles twitching as if it was a mouth gulping and swallowing. She groaned as her juice drained down her crack, flowing down her ass, onto the already stained sheets.

She gasped for breath for a few seconds and almost exhausted, pulled the sheets back over her body, curling up so that she could bask in the afterglow as she drifted off to sleep.

"Diana" echoed through the many rooms of the cave. It had been morning for several hours and Diana was cleaning up after breakfast.

Recognizing her friend's voice, Diana walked into the Throne Room. A bent over, soaking wet Taizza was carrying a heavy basket of damp firewood on her back. Diana helped her put the heavy load on the floor. Straightening up, Taizza stated "The Phantom stopped at my father's house yesterday as he was leaving and asked me to stay with you today so that you aren't lonesome and suggested that I bring some firewood over so that we can take a warm bath."

In one of the smaller rooms back in the cave, one of the earlier Phantoms had found a natural scooped area that he built into a bathtub for his wife. He obtained an old wood stove and installed some metal barrels on the stove; then found a way to divert water from a stream that ran nearby. By diverting water into the barrels, the stove would heat the water, which could be released into the natural depression.

The two women carried the wood back to the tub and locked the lever that started the water flowing toward the metal barrels. While Taizza filled the barrels, Diana built a small fire within the stove, using some very dry wood that was stacked by the stove. After the fire got going, they added some of the wood that Taizza had gathered to help fuel the fire. Within half an hour, they had the depression filled with steaming water and were working on heating a second, smaller batch of water. While Taizza re-directed the water, Diana went to the wine cellar, returning with two bottles of wine.

Undressing and easing into the very warm water, Diana opened one of the bottles of wine and poured some into the two glasses. Taizza pulled off her skirt and eased into the warm water, giggling as she settled in the water across from Diana. It was a small oval shaped depression that was very similar to a bathtub that would only fit one large men or two facing, small women who didn't mind the other woman's feet intertwined between her spread knees.

The hot water and the wine relaxed both of them and within minutes, they were giggling like two naughty schoolgirls sharing intermost secrets. The first glass of wine disappeared quickly and they re-filled their glasses, laughing as they laughed about a recent couple's romantic tryst within the village. The man had slipped into the hut thinking that the father was gone, with the intent of sneaking the girl out for a walk in the woods; but his probing fingers in the dark, found the father's dick in the darkness.

The combination of wine, warm water and laugher worked away some of the knots in Diana's shoulders that had built from being trapped in the cold cave all of the previous day. She slipped a little deeper into the water until the warm water was just under her chin, bending her knees slightly so that she didn't crowd Taizza. Diana moved her head from side to side, trying to get the slight pain in her shoulders to go away.

Taizza asked, "Would you like for me to rub your shoulders?"

Diana nodded her head, accepting the offer, taking a big gulp of the wine; then sat up straight, bending her head slightly as she shut her eyes. As Taizza shifted positions, her foot brushed against Diana's inner thigh muscle. Dropping to a kneeling knee's position and leaning forward, Taizza began massaging her friend's neck and shoulders.

After a couple minutes of neck work, Taizza gently lifted Diana's chin bringing her face up so that her face was level with Taizza's breasts. Opening her eyes, Diana stared at the young pouty breasts that were only inches from her mouth. Picking up Diana's wineglass, Taizza held it level with Diana's mouth, indicating that she should take a drink. Diana opened her mouth and tilted her head slightly staring into the dark eyes of her friend as she swallowed a mouthful of the wine. Taizza put the glass back on the ledge and poured it full. Picking it back up, she took a big sip, tilting her head, which thrust her breasts out, almost touching Diana's nose. A little of the wine dribbled down her chin and down onto her breasts, the drops of wine snaking down her breasts.

"So, do you think that Mauba will like my body?" she whispered, then leaned forward so that her bobbing breasts were only two inches from Diana's mouth. Diana stared at the nipples, which were more tumescent than normal as Taizza fingernails started tracing small circles on Diana's back and lightly scratching her with her fingernails.

As Taizza's nipples bounced up and down slightly just inches from her face, Diana responded "Yes, you've got one of the most beautiful bodies that I've ever seen. Mauba will be a lucky man."

Taizza unexpectedly sat back on her leg so that her face was now level with Diana's face. The young woman softly asked, "Then help me. Mauba only talks about how nice you look in your clothes. He talks about you all the time, never about me. Teach me what I need to know so that I look like you and know how to please him. Tell me the secrets of satisfying a man."

Diana laughed out loud then stopped laughing when she observed that Taizza was serious about her request. Taking a deep breath, Diana softly replied "I'll give it a try."

Taizza leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Diana's neck as she squealed, forcing Diana's face against the soft boobs that she had been staring at only seconds before. Pulling back away, Taizza excitedly asked, "Can we do it today?"

Grabbing the edges of the depression, Diana lifted herself up. Handing Taizza a towel, she simply advised the younger woman "I'm not much of an expert, but the two main weapons that most American women have, are anticipation and mystery. I can help you dress so that you look like an American woman, but you're going to have to learn how to add the mystery to your personality and the anticipation to Mauba's expectations."

"Mauba went to river town last fall and came back claiming that all American women shave their pussies. Can you show me how to shave my pussy?"

Diana laughed at Mauba's knowledge of female hygiene practices, knowing which section of the river town that he probably learned that in. The prostitutes who worked the incoming ships, shaved themselves not so much as to look sexy, but because their frequent customers' cum kept their pubic hair looking matted. Not only was easier to clean a shaved pussy, but it also made it easier to detect some medical problems. Guran had told The Phantom about Mauba's fucking binge, nailing anything and everything that had a warm cunt and a willing disposition. He even fucked a sixty-year-old grandmother which the other men kidded him about.

"Diana, please. If you don't shave me, then I shave myself when I go home. I determined to show Mauba that my pussy as good as town whore's pussy." She pleaded, putting a sorrowful look on her face.

Looking at the begging look on her face, Diana knew that she would try to do it herself. Looking at the woman's heavy dark bush, Diana explained "You'll have to shave it all the time or it'll itch. What if we just trim it a little?"

"I want it shaved. If I don't like it, then it can grow back out. Please - please - please, Diana."

"All right. I've got to go back to our bedroom and get Kit - I mean, get The Phantom's shaving kit. Lie down on the ledge."

When Diana came back, Taizza was sprawled on the ledge, still sipping on the wine, having poured another glass for each of them. Taking a sip of her wine, Diana sat down beside Taizza and began running a comb through Taizza's thick patch of pubic hair. The hair was still damp and Diana brushed it up and parted it so that she could trim off the mass with her scissors.

When it was ready for the scissors, Diana eased the point of the scissors into the patch of dark hair and made a little snip, as she pulled the cut hair away, exposing a little of Taizza's mound. Diana made several more snips and once as she was positioning the scissors, her knuckle brushed against Taizza's cunt lips, causing Taizza to jerk slightly. Diana ignored her slight movement and continued snipping until she had it trimmed as much as possible with the scissors.

Wetting a face cloth in the still warm bath water, Diana laid the soothing cloth on Taizza's trimmed area, letting the warm moisture soften the trimmed hair stubble. Then she stropped The Phantom's razor, until it was the desired sharpness. Picking up the shaving soap cup and brush, Diana quickly whipped up a soapy latter. Removing the cloth, Taizza propped herself on her elbows and whispered "Let me see."

Diana let the young woman look at the part of her body that had been hidden for years behind her hairy bush. Taizza smiled and leaned back as Diana started to brush on the shaving cream. As soon as the brush touched Taizza's skin, she jumped and started giggling. Diana took another sip of wine, knowing that the easy part was over.

Laying her palm on the woman's skin to steady her fingers, Diana began the delicate task of scraping the sharp razor across the flesh, with just enough of an angle to remove the exposed portion of the hair, yet not cut the flesh.

She knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across her skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within the delicate tissue. Starting at the top and then moving down and back, she paid special attention to the small fine hairs around her clitoris and between the lips. The area below the vagina and around her ass was also shaved. Working in from the outer most stubble toward the mound, Diana quickly shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving only the mound and the little bit of hair between her pussy and ass.

Wiping the razor on a towel to clean it, Diana looked up at Taizza's face to see if she was ready for this portion. Her eyes were wide open, but slightly glazed over and she was cupping of her breasts. Diana recognized that the young girl was turned on by this gentle attention to her mound. With a mischievous grin on her face, Diana rested her palm on Taizza's mound, as she proceeded to take her time scraping away the remaining stubble. She felt Taizza squirming a little and grumbled "Hold still or I'll accidentally cut it deeper. And wider - so wide that a man can put his elbow inside you."

Finishing, Diana used the warm face cloth to clean the remaining soap and a towel to dry her. Then Diana picked up the bottle of lotion and confirmed in a husky voice "That area is extremely dry now. I'll put some lotion on you so that it doesn't start itching."

Pouring some lotion into her hand to warm it, Diana began rubbing the lotion around the shaved area, taking special care to apply the warm lotion to the vagina lips. Taizza's body started jerking again and Diana looked up to see the young girl grasping her nipples between her fingers, and pulling and twisting on them.

Diana leaned over and blew a breath of warm air across her shaved area, causing Taizza to abandon her breasts. Handing the young girl the bottle of lotion, Taizza declined the offer with a quick nod, as the tips of her fingers began to brush across the newly shaved mons. She continued down to her labia, along the sides and then between, finding the juice from her pussy, and using that to coat her newly shaved area.

The girl was almost grunting and staring straight into Diana's eyes as she rubbed her own juice around her lips. As rapidly as she started it, she also quit. Changing her position to a sitting position, she picked up her glass of wine and emptied it. Putting the wineglass down, she smiled at Diana as she proudly announced "Mauba is going to get a big surprise when he discovers that I'm as smooth as a baby."

The rain continued to pour down that day, that night, the next day, and the day after. Diana and Taizza made Taizza a couple of American style dresses that Taizza wanted.

Her choice was a copy of Diana's college cheerleading uniform with one modification, no panties. They modified one of Diana's bullet-type bras to fit Taizza and made her a sweater and matching short pleated skirt. They fooled with makeup a little, but Taizza didn't really like any of the makeup except for the lipstick. So Diana gave her a tube of bright red lipstick. When they were finished, Taizza thought that she looked perfect and hoped that Mauba liked the American college girl look.

And Diana made herself a new outfit. A Lady Phantom outfit. She used the same cloth that was used to make The Phantom's costumes, making a smaller version of his costume. Just as tight and form-fitting so it showed off the wide hips, the narrow waist, and the breasts; because The Phantom had learned years ago that crooks couldn't hold on to tight clothes. Instead of a skullcap, she tried just a mask, but the exposed hair was such a giveaway that anyone who knew Diana, would recognize her. Not liking that amount of exposure, Diana made a larger skullcap that was large enough to hide all of her hair.

Then she stepped into the form fitting costume and wiggled her way into it. Sliding her arms and shoulders into the top and inhaling, she slowly fastened it up the back, all the way up to the nape of her neck. The top covered her upper chest and neck, forming a nice, skintight turtleneck that stopped just below her chin. The top stretched out tight over her breasts and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly around her rib cage. The costume was so tight that it showed every detail of her ample body, yet it was stretchy enough to allow her free movement

Her pert breasts strained the seams of her purple bodysuit. She rubbed her hands down the outline of her body, admiring the incredible tightness of her costume, enjoying the way that it felt on her more sensitive skin. Looking in the mirror, she observed the way that the tight fabric, the purple color and lighting made miniature shadows that highlighted her hard nipples and made her breasts appear larger.

Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight and shear purple trousers, which caused exotic pressures on her legs and her stomach. She ignored the temptation to caress her body as she buttoned the trousers and she blended the lower trousers into the upper torso.

The mask didn't look right on her smaller face so she made a new mask with larger, more feminine looking eyeholes. After putting the mask on, Diana slid the skullcap over her head and pulled it down tight. She wiggled it slightly to adjust the eyeholes. The final touch was a pair of shiny, black riding boots with short heels, which she slipped on. She looked in the mirror and the new Lady Phantom stared back. Staring at the mirror, she gazed at the muscle tone of her curvaceous body as she ran her hands slowly over her breasts and rear.

Her tight costume looked like a second skin - as if it was nothing more than a coat of paint on her body. It highlighted her hips, the twin globes of her ass and the pucker of the cleft in her woman flesh gathered at her crotch. The tightness and the color made her shoulders look wider, while making her waist look narrower and shapelier. But the best part was how it emphasized her hips, showing off the curves, and made her ass look fuller, and rounder. The tight fitting around the legs showed off her shapely legs and made them look longer on her small frame.

As she moved away from the mirror, she felt the tight costume dig into her crotch and rub slightly against her vagina. Stopping to look at her inner thigh area, she noticed that the material was so shear and tight that the mound and slit made by her vagina could be observed. While she didn't like showing off this part of her anatomy, she didn't have time to make a new costume with more room, so she would have to live with that exposure.

Going into the armory, she tried to shoot some of the pistols that The Phantom normally carried, but they had too much of a kick for her weaker muscles. So she settled for one smaller caliber pistol, a sawed off double barrel shotgun, and a throwing knife. She carried one of the holsters down to the village and had the village craftsman cut the holster down so that it fit her, while adding places to carry extra shotgun shells and the knife. Satisfied with her costume, she hid it, until she was ready to dress as The Lady Phantom.

The jungle drums had told of The Phantom's success, that he was on his way home and would be home that very night. And Diana's period had stopped sometime during the previous night.

She took a long luxurious bath, filling the tub with warm water, adding some of the delicately scented bath oil beads into the water. The warm, scented water felt heavenly to Diana. Not only did some of her minor aching fade away, but also she felt cleaner, having soaked in the warmth of the water. After bathing, she rubbed a fragrant pink cleansing lotion to soften her skin.

Going back to the bedroom, she worked for two hours on her hair, putting rollers in her hair, drying her hair so that she had some bouncing waves and curls when she finished. Placing the last photograph of Diana beside the mirror, she painfully and patiently plucked her eyebrows shaping them delicately the way that Diana used to keep her eyebrows. An hour later, the improvement in her appearance was incredible. Her hair had been shaped and brushed into a pretty bouncing style that framed her beautifully made up face. But the most attractive feature was her eyes, where she had replucked her eyebrows into the current feminine arched pattern, drawing attention to her incredible large and limpid doe eyes. Several practice sessions had taught her the correct mixture of mascara, false lashes and eyeliner. Below the eyes, her generous lips, coated perfectly with the red lipstick, looked luscious and pouting - the type of kissable lips that men dreamed of. Smiling at her facial image, she thought how the real Diana couldn't do any better.

She patted on a scented talc and perfumed her body in various places, then put on a pair of lacy panties and slipped on an expensive satin negligee. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she smiled as she stared at her seductive, feminine, luscious, extremely beautiful image. The scent of the perfume coupled with the sight of her nakedness in the mirror made her quiver as she thought of the evening ahead of her.

The semi-transparent negligee clinged to her body like a second skin. Her dark pencil-eraser size nipples vividly poked through the negligee, which rose and fell ever so little, in perfect rhythm with her breathing. Holding her arms back slightly and arching her back caused her stiff nipples to blatantly thrust out through the delicate fabric.

She felt a little turned on from looking at herself and from the way her skin tingled sensuously as the underwear rubbed against her skin from the slightest movement. She strutted around the room watching herself in the full-length mirror, observing how her bottom looked in the silky lace. Running her hands over the soft material and feeling it against her skin and fingers, enjoying the sensual touch of the delicate lingerie.

Very pleased with her appearance, she waited in their bedroom for his return, eager to see his face when he saw what was waiting for him. Shortly after dark, she heard Devil lie down outside the bedroom door. She walked down the hallway, walking as seductive as she could, without looking trampy. She saw him first as he entered the Cave's entrance.

His extremely dirty costume was ripped at the knees and on his shoulder. His boots were coated with mud and scraped. His eyes were dull. As Diana looked at him, she felt the tiredness seeping from his body - on his face was a grim look, not the usual confident grin. She smiled at him, asking, "What happened?"

"I tried to take a shortcut across the swamp, figuring that I would save a day, but with all the rain, the paths had turned to mud. I had to walk through mid-knee mud most of the way, leading Hero. I'm bushed. Will you hang up the guns?"

He handed her the muddy holsters and walked past her toward the bedroom. Pulling one of the guns from the holster, she saw that rust was already beginning to form. She carried the heavy holsters to the armory and wrapped each pistol in an oily rag to help stop the rust.

Returning to their bedroom, she discovered that The Phantom had already lain down on the bed. Or partially gone to bed without bothering to undress. He was sprawled across the freshly made bed, having dropped his boots as he entered the room and was snoring loudly.

Sometime during the night, she was awakened by him climbing on top of her. From his strong body scent, she could tell that he still hadn't bathed and from his rough face, that he hadn't shaved in the last forty-eight hours either. There was no foreplay - just a slam-blam hit-it-and-get-it methodology and then he rolled over and went back to sleep. While she had one quick orgasm, so had he. While his needs were served, her needs were still screaming within her body. While his body snored and rested in a deep sleep, her body tossed and turned, craving the physical relief that only a man's cock can provide to a woman's healthy and hungry body.

Chapter 9 - The River Town

It was late morning when she woke and she was alone in bed. She could still smell his strong, unbathed smell in the sheets and knew that she couldn't sleep another night with that smell. While his musky natural smell was a turn-on, his dirty, sweaty smell was more of a turn-off. Rising and putting on her robe, she gathered her towel and soap; then headed to the waterfall where she enjoyed a refreshing shower.

Returning to their bedroom, she put on her normal khaki shorts and shirt and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She didn't bother with any makeup because she still felt frustrated from all the work that she had done the previous night and he hadn't paid any attention to her.

The Skull Cave was empty and she walked to the village, finding The Phantom sitting under the tree talking to Guran and Mozz. She didn't wait for an invitation and sat down with them, hoping that he would say something about her not following the protocol forced on women within this village. She felt slightly angered with the way that she was treated as a second class citizen and how her previous night's plans had failed.

He had bathed, had on a new costume, and had shaved. He'd even shaved that hairy lip that he had been letting grow since the body exchange. As she sat down, he reported to her "Guran's watchers report that the American Gangster boat is approaching the harbor, coming up the river now. My plan is that you and I travel to the town and get on board their boat. Then somehow, we'll convince the one's that are left standing to lift anchor and move on."

"When do we leave?" she asked.

"As soon as possible. I want to spend a little time exploring the town, before we do anything."

Their destination was a town two horseback day's distance. They were both familiar with the town, being the nearest place where ocean going ships could dock; and also the nearest city that could be called large by local standards. The town had almost thirty thousand occupants, and because it was a port city, had a mixture of people from all nations.

They both packed light. In his saddlebags were a change of costume, and the Mr. Walker disguise. He suggested to her to bring several changes of clothes and helped her pack; having much more experience with what was needed by Diana's body when traveling. Not only were her saddlebags bulging, but also there was a second set of saddlebags for the rest of the stuff. Hidden within the saddlebag that she packed, was her Lady Phantom outfit.

As soon as they started down the trail, some of her anger disappeared. By the time that they stopped for their first night's camp, all of her anger had disappeared. But her butt was so sore from a full day in the saddle, that she had difficulty walking. That feeling was a very unexpected feeling because her former body could spend days in the saddle and not be anywhere as discomfortable.

They slept on the ground, curled up in each other's arms, after a slow, romantic session. The next morning was rough for her because her aching muscles also had to contend with a night's sleep on the hard ground. Climbing back into the saddle after breakfast was a torture, but she did it with a forced smile on her face, recognizing another very obvious difference in the physical capabilities of the two bodies. This body wasn't shaped to sleep on the ground and required a soft bed.

They stopped on the outskirts of town, observing the big luxury yacht that was anchored in the middle of the wide river. From the small hillside overlooking the town, they could see the bright lights of the large, four hundred-foot long yacht lighting up the harbor. Kit was going to put on the Mr. Walker disguise and explore the town to see what impact the new arrivals had occurred, while she was going to the hotel to check in.

Taking a long bath, removed most of the fatigue from her aching muscles; but she was dead tired, going to sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. When she woke in the morning, Kit was sleeping beside her. At the foot of the bed, she could hear the sound of Devil's light breathing as he slept. As soon as she stirred, so did Kit.

"Discovered some interesting facts last night. An American gangster named Capone owns the boat. He's back in America, with the boat under the control of Lucky Lane. Lucky and his men are here to set up a new country for Capone's men where they can hide out when they get into trouble in America; and they also are getting ready to set up a black market gun smuggling business. Already a bunch of businesses have been advised to start giving kickbacks to Lucky's men or risk getting burned down. Lucky is pretending to be an honest, rich playboy and is throwing a party tonight on his yacht. Would you like to attend the party?"

A smile flooded Diana's face as she responded "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Do you think that I can pull of an impersonation of you in front of other Americans."

"I thought that you'd be interested in getting on board that yacht. As for impersonating me, no one on that ship knows me, so your only impersonation worry is knowing when to be bitchy and catty to the other women; and when to stop the constant flirting that'll be expected of you. Don't worry because you didn't bring any party dresses, I arranged for you to play tennis this morning, then get your hair styled after lunch and then we'll go shopping for an appropriate dress this afternoon."

"You're the tennis player. I never tried it."

"Your opponent won't notice any loss of tennis skill. And you're playing the local tennis pro on the court adjacent to where Lucky plays tennis every morning. Using your looks to bluff your way onboard, you could probably crash his party tonight, but it's so much more fun to have a proper invitation."

Diana changed into the white tennis outfit that Kit had somehow found for her. It was a little white tennis outfit, with a white blouse and a very short, pleated white skirt. Included in the outfit, were matching white tennis panties with rows of white lace ruffles across the bottom and around the legs. The skirt was so short that any movement would reveal tantalizing glimpses of the panties. Kit had insisted that she go braless and to work up a good sweat; laughing as he told her to not worry about introducing herself to Lucky. Her shoulder-length dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was obvious from the firm and shapely body, the narrow waist and long, lean legs that this body had spent many hours on the tennis courts and in the pool.

Entering the tennis court area, she observed that the big table overlooking the courts was full of about thirty Americans who were laughing and making a general nuisance of themselves with their loud laughter and smelly cigars. Her trained eye immediately noticed that several of the American men were carrying concealed weapons and were probably bodyguards.

The rest of the group was already drinking at ten in the morning and their partying noise seemed somewhat out of place from the normal somber activities of the hotel. Observing the tennis pro waiting for her, she removed the light matching jacket and placed it on the empty table next to the Americans; observing out of the corner of her eye, that she was being "checked out" by several of them - including some of the women.

Having played tennis with the real Diana in America, she was very familiar with the game; but their agreed strategy was that she was going to pretend to start out rather amateurish while the American's were watching. Taking the courtside closest to the Americans, she lobbed several balls away before she began to get some control over the ball and return several serves.

Once she purposely let an out-of-bounds ball bounce into their area. As she walked toward them to retrieve the ball, one of the men handed the ball to the man sitting at the center table. He stood up, pulling his pants up, then walked toward her with a smile on his face that reminded her of a used car salesman.

"I've been watching your serve. You've got a lot of power in that downward stroke. Ever play any other sports?" he asked, raising his glance from her chest to her eyes as he stopped less than a yard from Diana.

She took a deep breath as she slightly pulled her shoulders back, knowing that simple motion would thrust her breasts forward, then smiled a non-committal "no, we've never met" smile at him before responding in a matter-of-fact tone "I worked for a year as a lumberjack. Had to give it up because it was putting calluses on my hand."

A blank look filled his face, and then he grinned as he realized that she was joking with him "Lumberjack? I'll bet that you caused a lot of the men in the barracks to have a handful of calluses. Sorry, it just slipped out. My name's Lucky. Let me buy you a drink and apologize to you. I'm usually not this forward, but I just arrived in town and don't know anyone yet. Have you lived here long, Miss..."

"My friends call me Diana. I've spent a little time knocking around Africa and I'm here in town to relax before I return to my job."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a lumberjack."

"Ha-ha-ha, I see. Well, young lady, I like you. Why don't you tell that third-rate tennis pro to get lost and join us?"

"I still have some time on my lesson. I'll think about joining you for a glass of wine after I finish. My ball, please."

He handed the ball to her. She accepted it and walked back to her serve position on the court, knowing that he was still standing there, watching her. Turning back, she observed that he was still staring at her. Diana smiled in what she hoped was a seductive manner, knowing that she had him mesmerized now so that she could probably get him to do anything that she desired.

Ten minutes later, her time with the tennis pro was finished. Picking up her towel, she wiped some of the sweat off, noticing that her white tennis blouse had become slightly opaque from her sweat and that her sweaty breasts were very obvious under the clinging damp blouse. She hung the towel around her neck demurely so that the two dangling ends were partially covering her breasts.

Turning back toward the partying Americans, she noticed that they had shuffled some chairs around so that the only empty chair was beside Lucky. The proxide bleached blonde woman with the big tits, who had been sitting beside Lucky was now sitting across the table and appeared a little sullen from the way that she was sitting and the amount of cigarette smoke that was hanging around her head.

Approaching the table, Lucky stood and announced "This is Diana - the lumberjack. Gary, get her some wine, please."

Lucky held the chair out for her and she sat down, noticing the obvious angry stares from the woman who previously had been sitting beside him. Diana looked around at the group, noticing that some of them appeared genuine friendly, while other's were being merely obligatory in their welcoming smiles. One of the men placed a full wineglass in front of her and she responded "Cheers" as she took a sip.

Another woman at the table questioned her "Lucky mentioned that you've been here for awhile. How do you survive in this dump? There's not a single good band in this country."

The proxide blonde interjected "She's acting like she's interested in music, when it's really the men that she after. I'm Maggie - Mr. Lane's social secretary."

Diana nodded to the woman, noticing that the nails holding the cigarette were extremely long, even for a woman and painted a fire engine red. Her face was oval, with high cheekbones, her eyes green, her sensual mouth had thin lips which were turned up and pursed in a fake smile, poutily tarted up with thick red lipstick to make her lips look fuller; but failing because of the thick appearance. Her green eyes appeared larger because her too-stylish pencil-thin brows appeared forced and artificial. Although it was broad daylight when makeup was supposed to be light and natural looking, her face was caked with too much makeup giving her a whorish appearance.

The overpowering smell of her perfume was heady and cheap smelling and her clothes fit her rather snugly, very snugly. Part of the snugness was because she had extremely large breasts under the tight-fitting blouse and wore her clothes tight to show off her large breasts. The hem of her skirt displayed plenty of shapely thigh and the blouse was unbuttoned at the neck so that her deep, ivory cleavage could be viewed. Her body was something that a man could drool after - big tits, a narrow waist and trim hips.

Diana formed a quick impression that the woman could've been an attractive woman except that her attempts to look stylish made her look somewhat ostentatious and cheap. For the first time, Diana felt catty about another person.

One after another, they went around the table introducing themselves and explaining their purposes in the group. Several of them were American couples that had been looking for something to do and were invited for a boat trip. After almost everyone had told his or her little story, Lucky asked "So tell us about yourself - do you have a Mr. Diana back home in the jungle?"

She had to bite her lips to keep from laughing at how close the remark had come to guessing the truth but responded "After finishing college, I wanted to see the world. I got a job with an expedition and I've been here ever since. As for marriage - well, everyone's got different reasons for leaving home."

By the time she finished the glass of wine, she had accepted a very personal invitation to be Lucky's guest of honor at the party that he was throwing on board his yacht that evening. After a few more minutes of the ribald humor and sexual innuendoes that American's are notorious for, she excused herself because she had some appointments to keep. Lucky escorted her to the hotel door, pausing to suggest "that she might want to bring an overnight bag in case she decided to enjoy the overnight hospitality of his very large and expensive yacht."

The dress was a black satin evening dress, with thin spaghetti straps holding up a low cut bodice. Kit held the dress up in front of him as if it would fit his masculine body and asked, "What do you think?"

Diana touched the dress and felt the softness of it as she replied "It's a beautiful dress."

"Yeah, but now, you've got to shave your legs and underneath your armpits; which I let grow out while we were by ourselves in the jungle. Go take a quick shower while I get the rest of your outfit ready. I'll make sure that you don't make any fashion mistakes" He suggested as he turned on the radio, seeking a music station.

When she stepped out of the shower, there was a bottle of cologne and some matching perfumed talc on the sink, which she applied liberally to her body. Entering the bedroom, she immediately noticed that Kit had laid out more items of female apparel; there was a pair of panties, garter belt, and mid-thigh hose lying on the bed.

Sitting down on the bed, Diana picked up the sheer stockings and pointing her toe as directed by Kit, she gathered the hose's leg; sliding her foot into it, pulling it up until it covered her knee. An unconscious light, smile formed on her face as the sensuous feel of the stocking sliding up her smooth calf generated pleasant sensations through her body. She pulled it up till the lace band surrounded her upper thigh in a silken hug. Picking up the garter belt lying beside her, she quickly fastened it behind her back, snapping the garters onto the lace stocking top and pulled the second stocking up and fastened it securely. Luxuriating in the feeling of the exquisitely comfortable stocking hugging her leg, she ran her hands from her ankle to her thigh adjusting the snug fit minutely and made sure the garters exerted an even pull on her hose.

Kit watched as Diana put the underwear on as if she had been wearing lingerie all of her life recognizing that she must have practiced when she was by herself in the cave. She expertly put the panties on over the garter-belt so that they could be removed, and still leave the stockings on. Picking up the strapless, uplift bra from the bed, she put the bra on backwards, hooked it up then rotated the bra around her body, then adjusted the bra so that it fit correctly. Her nipples strained against the delicate material.

Picking up the dress, Diana slipped it over her head as she slithered into the form fitting dress, slipping her arms through the thin straps. Kit helped her with the zipper as the two of them adjusted the tight bodice, which displayed her breast cleavage. Kit stepped back and looked at her, then declared "The bra looks too obvious. Let's take it off and see how you look."

He unzipped her and unsnapped the bra, pulling it away from her body before he zipped her back up. Walking around to the front of the dress, he stared at the faint image of the nipples pressing against the dress, revealing the rounded breasts pressing against the dark fabric. Beaming, he declared "That looks a lot better."

Kit opened a shoebox, pulling a dainty pair of black heels with ankle straps, declaring "All the women will be wearing high heels and you'll look out of place if you wear sensible shoes. I wish that we had another day to practice, but we don't. The heels will help you with your posture, because they'll tilt your pelvis and poke your butt out, which will make you look more feminine and delicate. After you learn how to keep your balance by taking small steps, you'll discover that your walk is more of a sashay and that you're swinging your hips girlishly so that men stare at your ass as you walk. You'll be uncomfortable in these shoes and they'll be difficult to walk around in. Or dance in if you get trapped in a situation where you've got to show off your social skills."

Walking across the room to get the shoes, the silence of the room echoed the swishing whisper of her thighs rubbing against each other. Sitting down at the vanity mirror, she crossed her legs and the slit of her skirt rode up slightly to reveal her shapely thigh as Kit slipped the shoes on her feet and laced them around her ankles. Kit bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek as he whispered "Good girl, remember to always cross your legs when you sit down or men will be positioning themselves so that they can get a look at your beaver. Now let me put your make-up on you, because you've got to have a different, more dramatic look for a cocktail party; it has to be heavy, but not as heavy as that big-chested whore today."

"I was wondering if you were watching. She does have big tits, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, but I'm willing to bet that your breasts are more sensitive than her breasts."

Kit applied the make-up, putting a light foundation over her face, before adding the face powder, deep blush on her cheeks, eye shadow, lots of mascara, red lipstick, and then painted her nails to match her lipstick. As the nails dried, Kit placed the lipstick, powder, and eye make-up in a small evening purse that matched the dress. Then Kit brushed and styled her hair; followed by a light spray of perfume on her neck, wrists and cleavage. Kit added a thin gold chain with a small pendant around her neck and handed her three gold rings to put on her fingers. Finishing up, he placed small gold hoops on her ears, bangle bracelets around her wrists, and around her left ankle a simple gold chain.

Although she was used to seeing Diana's reflection when she looked into the mirror, the image that she was familiar with, was Diana's jungle girl image in khaki blouse and shorts; not the sophisticated woman reflected in today's mirror. The image reflected back was dressed flawlessly. Her breasts filled the dress out and held it up without the assistance of the small straps. The tight, slinky form fitting dress and low cut bodice clearly showed how well endowed Diana's slender body was, leaving little for the imagination. She turned slowly, tossing her hair and looking over her shoulder at herself, smiling a broad smile as she recognized that the rear view was as exciting as the front view.

Kit, who was standing on the other side of the room, turned the music up as he requested "Come here".

Standing up, she felt like she was on stilts because of the heels. Although the balance of the shoes felt awkward and scary, there was something comforting about being a little taller so that she was almost back to a familiar eyelevel. The heels seemed much higher than the two inches. The click of her high heels across the tiled floor echoed through the bedroom as she took her first few jerky steps.

Her jerky movements as she adjusted to the forced change in her stride made her unencumbered breasts jiggle as she stepped awkwardly in the high heels. She stopped, a wide-eyed, childless look of amazement on her face as she exclaimed, "How the fuck do you maintain any dignity as you walk in these damn things? I hope that boat's got carpet on the deck because I know that I'm going to fall on my ass sooner of later."

"One of the mysteries of life is why we women let ourselves be forced into wearing clothes and shoes that aren't made for anything but to emphasize our body curves. I hate high heels but I appreciate the way it makes my body - I mean your body - look so sexy and feminine. There won't be a guy on board that ship that'll be able to ignore you tonight."

"Yeah, as they reach down to help me up off of my ass from where I fell down again. How do you walk in these damn things?"

"You're doing it right. It just takes a little practice before it becomes a more natural feeling. When it gets to where your feet are hurting, then you'll be used to heels. Walk more upright when wearing heels, to balance yourself."

She walked slowly, making sure that she was balanced on the heel before taking the next step. After several minutes of walking across the room and turning around, she had picked up enough confidence to walk at an acceptable speed. Kit sat in the chair, watching her, then commented "Your left side is your best side. The slit in your dress reveals just enough of the stocking top, to be daring, yet seductive. Now that you've got walking down, let's try something a little more difficult."

Kit offered his arm to her, and walked around the room as if he was leading a debutante through a ballroom. Stopping, Kit faced her and placed his arms around her waist as he whispered "Dance with me, but remember to let the man lead."

Diana held her hand out, letting Kit's larger hand cup her hand as she stepped in close to him. They stared into each other eyes, listening to the music, while she waited for him to start the dance. Feeling the gentle pressure from him, she let him guide her as they began a slow dance, following the rhythm of the music.

When the song ended, Kit spun, twisted and dipped her in a surprise move, causing Diana a moment of panic as she tried to keep her balance, perched on her high heels.

"Good. Now, let's try a fast song." He suggested with a mischievous smile on his face.

Chapter 10 - On board the Yacht

The taxi pulled up beside the gangplank that was lighted by the overhead lights. One of the American guards who had been at the tennis courts earlier opened the door, holding out his hand to help Diana out of the taxi. As she stepped out, the American paid the driver before he picked up the overnight bag that was lying on the floorboard. He flashed a servitude smile as Diana noted in a matter-of-fact tone "I brought some extra clothes in case I decided to spend the night or a couple of days. I assume that there is an empty guest room?"

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Lane reserved the guestroom anticipating that you would accept his invitation. I see another taxi coming and as soon as they get here, we'll take the shuttle out to the yacht."

The American put her overnight bag with its false bottom hiding her Lady Phantom costume, into the boat shuttle as he turned to welcome the new arriving taxi. Diana turned slowly on her heels, knowing how easy it would be to catch her heel in one of the cracks and fall. As she turned around, she stared into the darkness, knowing that somewhere out there, The Phantom and Devil were watching her. Turning back to the river, she observed that the evening fog was beginning to come in, which would hide The Phantom as he somehow found a way out to the yacht. She knew how she would do it if they had been in their normal bodies, but he hadn't wanted her advice. His stubbornness was very evident as they went over the general plans.

Turning back to the small boat, she let one of the crew hold her hand as she stepped down into the small shuttle craft, followed by the other people that just arrived.

A voluptuous and radiant Maggie wearing an evening dress that showed ever curve of her body, was standing beside a tuxedoed Lucky as they greeted the small craft. In the dim light, her heavy make-up appeared more appropriate. As the boarding party came up the ladder, Lucky bowed and kissed Diana's hand before declaring "I'm honored. Without you, there would be no party tonight."

A gleam sparkled in his eye as he smiled at her, still holding her hand. Behind her, the other visitors were patiently waiting. Maggie interjected "We were expecting you and I'll show you to the guest room. One of the men will bring your bag."

She turned and walked toward the open doorway as Diana followed her into the yacht and down one flight of stairs to the cabins. Maggie opened a door to a room and motioned Diana to enter the small bedroom. The crewman placed her bag on the bed then he left as the two women stared at each other.

Diana sensed that Maggie had something to say so she waited until Maggie declared "Look, we need to be friends. I want you to know that I'm his social secretary and sometimes bedtime partner. There's no romance between us, just straight sex whenever he wants me. I bed him because he pays me more in a month than I could earn as a secretary in a year back home. In return, he doesn't let me have any romantic interest other than himself. I'm his lover, companion, slave, plaything, and maid. In public, I'm expected to be his affectionate girlfriend and in private - his love slave. I must obey him. There's no romance - just an occasion mutual relief between us. So you're not competing with me for him. If he wants you, I'll gladly step away. I'm afraid that I gave you the wrong impression today and I'm sorry. We had a minor disagreement earlier over some business issues and I let my anger carry over to your unexpected invitation to join our little group. Can we be friends?"

There was something in her tone that made Diana a little distrustful of her, but she replied "Understand and thanks for being honest. I didn't come on board, to wind up in bed with him. As for being friends with you, I'm willing to try."

"Good. Now, let me tell you about tonight's party. No matter how much he tried to impress you today, the real reason for the party is because the Mayor and some of the City Council are coming. So he'll spend most of his time, kissing their asses, and trying to convince them that the plans that he has for their city, will improve the place. So don't be pissed if he doesn't spend too much time with you at first."

"O.K."

"Why don't you unpack your clothes so they don't get wrinkled and then join us in the main cabin on the first level?"

After Maggie shut the door behind her, Diana opened the porthole window and stared across the river toward the dock. The fog had already hidden the distant dock so that only a faint glimmer of the dock light showed where the dock was. She removed a small ribbon from her bag, which she tied to her open window latch, letting the ribbon hang down, so that The Phantom would know which room was her room.

She quickly hung up her clothes before she put away her bag, hoping that no one would explore why it still weighed so much with its Lady Phantom costume and weapons hidden under the false bottom. She placed the boots in the closet.

Her heels clicked loudly on the solid wood decking as she approached the large room where the sound of a piano grew steadily louder. Entering the smoky large room, she observed that there was about eighty to one hundred guests and about thirty staff bustling around to keep the guests happy. The large room had large open bay doors that opened out onto the open deck where even more people were milling about.

Standing beside the piano, was an American woman who was singing in a bright spotlight, making her proxide blonde hair look even more bleached out. As Diana's eyes became accustomed to the dim light, she quickly searched the many tables looking for Lucky. She saw him standing beside the Mayor and talking very intimately with his arm around the Mayor's shoulders. Beside him, Maggie was holding a drink and listening as her eyes kept searching the party.

Maggie grinned and turned slightly so that Diana could clearly see Maggie's body-clinging dress that revealed a mile of leg and cleavage, knowing that her huge breasts were catching every man's eye. Diana unconsciously pulled her shoulder back, resulting in her breasts thrusting forward a little more. Both women smiled at each other, knowing they were competing for attention from the men. Maggie, with her large, oversized, soft breasts that just begged to be tit fucked; and Diana, with firm, youthful breasts that didn't need a bra. Maggie held her drink up and pointed to the bar, indicating that Diana should go to the bar.

As she walked toward the bar, a man stopped her "Hi, haven't seen you here before. Would you like to dance?"

Remembering Kit's advice to smile frequently, she replied "No." and kept going.

Putting her purse on the bar, Diana asked the bartender for a glass of wine. As the bartender filled her order, she observed in the large wall of mirrors behind the bar, that the man who stopped her was now standing behind her. He sat down on the stool next to her and warned her "I don't give up very easily when I find something that I like and I like you. Why don't we go downstairs to my room so we can get out of this mess. I've got a phonograph and some of the latest 78's from America. My name's Marty."

"Sorry, Marty, but you're not my type." Diana announced as she swiveled on her chair so that she was facing the piano player with her back turned to Marty.

Disregarding her rebuke, he stoked her hair as if they were lovers. She spun around in her chair, displaying a look of anger on her face as she warned the too-friendly young man "Cool it or I'll knock the shit out of you. Now, get lost."

He smiled but it was more of a smirk. He stared at her as if he couldn't figure out why she was angry. He finally adlibbed in an artificial southern drawl "Now, don't get your dandruff up, just trying to have a little fun with you. I'll see you around."

He stood up, then walked out of the bar. Diana picked up her wine and took a sip, then turned back to face the singer. Looking around the room, she observed that Lucky was still talking to the Mayor and Maggie was standing beside him, listening to whatever bull shit that Lucky was preaching.

Picking up her wine glass, she took another sip, enjoying the smooth taste of the wine, feeling its warmth rush through her body. She liked the rush that the alcohol gave her, knowing that The Phantom would have to drink gallons to get the same effect because of his heavier weight and higher alcohol tolerance. Turning her glass up, she finished the wine as she debated the wisdom of having another glass. The pink polish of her nails glistened in the soft light as she compared the lipstick on the glass with her nails. Before she could decide if she should have another glass, the bartender placed another full glass in front of her. She smiled at him as someone softly asked behind her "May I have this dance?"

Turning, she recognized the new man as one of the Americans who had been at the hotel earlier. She smiled at him as she spun around, feeling a little dizzy for just a moment as the wine affected her small body.

"Sure."

She ignored his quick glance as he quickly looked at her cleavage, then let his gaze drift down her body, surveying her legs and ankles. For just a moment, he revealed just a little pure animal lust in his eyes before his gaze returned to her eyes, changing into a sparkle of gaiety. She stared back, feeling the same distant animal lust that she recognized in this stranger's eyes, recognizing that under other circumstances, she would have been physically attracted to him.

Feeling very similar to being the weak prey at the mercy of a strong male predator, she felt a rush of emotions as one side of her said fuck him and the other side said behave yourself - but let's find out why he attracts you so much.

"My name's Diana."

"I know. I met you this afternoon. I'm Gary and Lucky asked me to entertain you until he could finish his business."

She picked up her wine glass and delicately drank it, placing the now empty glass back on the counter. His outstretched hand beckoned her to stand. With a very natural motion, she placed her smaller hand in his, allowing him to gently pull her to her feet.

Pausing for a second to get her balance, she looked up into his deep brown eyes, smelling his cologne, and feeling slightly dizzy. The combination of the wine releasing her inhibitions and his masculine scent mixing with her own seductive perfume overwhelmed her olfactory senses. Although slightly dizzy, she felt a little giddy also, which she attributed to the wine. She smiled at him, feeling a deep burning growing hotter and hotter between her legs.

He guided her onto the hardwood dance floor. And she eased effortlessly into his arms, without any resistance as she allowed him to pull her close, hearing the soft rustle of her clothing as it rubbed against his suit. She didn't resist as he guided her head to rest on his broad chest. With a deep sigh, her arms encircled his neck as she faintly heard the soft dance music.

A warmth was flowing through her body - a strange warmth. She could feel a gnawing ache deep within her body, becoming stronger and stronger and she was burning with a strange all- consuming desire to be touched. She felt so comfortable, so wonderful and allowed herself to merge into his body, letting him glide her around the room as they danced to the music; remembering to let him lead. She pressed closer to him and could feel his cock as he frequently bumped their bodies together during the slow dance.

When the music stopped, he held her and pressed his body against her, feeling her press her body back against his. The strains of a fox trot now filled the room while Diana found herself being guided around the dance floor by Gary.

At the end of the song, Gary lightly kissed Diana as the next song started. It felt like a switch or something had been turned on in her body. She had never been so sexually stimulated by just being with anyone before. She felt a strong pounding sensation within her vagina, an aching to be touched, fingered and she wished that she was alone so that she could play with herself. Her pussy felt so hot and throbbing that she felt like doing almost anything that he requested. It was almost as if she had turned into a nymphomaniac.

Still holding her hand and guiding her, he led her back over to the bar, where he picked up her purse. She stared at him, her eyes lightly glazed over, and her weak hand still being held by his larger, stronger hand. With a gentle arm around her waist, he guided her out the door into the main hallway where she asked "Where are we going?"

He stopped as he faced her, pulling her close to his body while he tilted her head back slightly so that her lips were raised to meet his lips. For about five seconds, they stood there kissing; then his hands eased down her back, then slid down to her ass as he pulled her body closer to his body. His probing tongue eased between her lips, causing her to groan and rub her breasts against his chest. As their tongues probed each other, he began a gentle dry humping of her body and she responded by matching his gentle pressure with her own pressure and movement.

Pulling his lips from her hungry lips, he guided her down the stairs and into a cabin - not her cabin, which was further down the hall. Although Marty was sitting on the bed, smoking a cigar, Diana didn't react to his presence as she allowed Gary to ease her into the small cabin.

"How's she doing?" asked Marty, looking at Diana, whose eyes were glazed over as she still danced slowly with Gary, hearing - but not hearing Marty's voice as her thoughts concentrated on how wonderful it felt to rub against a cock while dancing.

"The Mickey that you slipped in her drink, is just kicking in good. She had a little bit of resistance at first but that lie about Lucky sending me over to entertain her helped. After a couple of minutes dancing, she mellowed out. She's about ready to pull an all-night fuck-train on us. You're sure that Lucky won't care that we're messing with this broad? He seemed very hot over her today."

"We don't work for him. Just as we talked our way into a free ride on his boat, we can get another rich sucker to take care of us. Now, let's get this bitch undressed and fuck her before that shit wears off."

"Diana" ordered Gary, looking down at the woman, who was slow dancing - ignoring everything that the two men had just discussed. She responded by rubbing herself against his body.

She held her head up slowly, a smile formed on her face and a husky laugh as she grinned at the man holding her "Yeah. I feel so good. Don't you feel good? What's your name - I forgot."

"Gary. While don't we take this dress off so you don't get it dirty."

"Yeah. Dirty. Don't want to get it dirty. Kit wouldn't want me to get it dirty, so I won't get it dirty."

"Whose Kit?"

"Kit - he's me. I mean, I'm him. I'm really him and he's really me, but it's a secret. Can you keep a secret?, hee, hee, hee. - that's me. I'm really a he and you want to fuck me."

"Stupid bitch is all fucked up. I want her to blow me while you fuck her, then we'll switch." Laughed Marty as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Sounds good to me. Diana, let me help you take that dress off."

"No, I want to dance. You asked me to dance." She laughed as she spun around, almost losing her balance in the heels. Marty stood up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. For just a moment, there was a glimpse of anger in her eyes, then the glazed look returned as she stood still. Marty turned her around as he unzipped her dress. As he pulled it down her body, she didn't resist. She was too drugged to care who saw her and felt the desire in her loins to let someone fuck her.

Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence, mainly through having spent a drunken evening practicing the movement with Taizza. Marty whistled a low wolf whistle as he stared at the display.

"Great boobs." he declared as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, lying her on the bed. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down; pulling off his trousers quickly. Gary was also undressing but was having trouble getting his trousers over his shoes; while Marty was able to undress completely first.

Marty sat on the bed and pulled Diana's limp body up so that her head was laying in his crotch. He held his rapidly hardening cock in his hand and rubbed it against her face as he whispered "You want it - you like to suck cock, don't you bitch. You want my cock. You want to suck my cock."

He was holding her head up and her glazed eyes were staring at the cock, her confused thoughts remembering how much fun it was to suck Kit's cock. She knew it wasn't his cock in front of her now, but it was a cock and it was ready for her. Somehow, she knew that she had been drugged causing that strong, gnawing desire to be fucked, but she didn't care. She felt like an animal with an insatiable sex drive and she would do anything to satiate the awful hunger that burned between her legs.

She stared at his cock, enjoying the feel of that familiar wetness between her legs which caused a smile to form on her face. She wrapped her slender hand around the cock, feeling the warmth of it as she stared at the cock, knowing that she wanted it. She opened her mouth slowly as she shifted her weight so that her lips were closer to the cockhead.

The door opened suddenly and Lucky stepped into the room, looking at the naked couple lying on the bed. Behind him stood several of his body guards and Maggie. He proclaimed quietly "Tie these two scum to some boat anchors and throw them overboard. If they somehow escape, you've got my permission to shoot them if you ever see them again. Maggie, take her to your cabin and stay with her until she sleeps it off. I've got to get back to the Mayor."

The swim had taken longer than expected with the tide, pulling him away from the yacht. Finally he reached the boat anchor and rested while he listened to the sounds of the party. Satisfied that no one was aware of his presence, he pushed off and swam around the boat, looking at the portholes, until he saw the small ribbon fluttering in the wind. Then he counted the portholes, estimating where her cabin was. Returning to the anchor, he slowly climbed up the anchor chain; taking his time so that he would make no noise. Reaching the top of the chain, he stared through the anchor deck groove, observing that the anchor was at the front of the yacht, where the party was going on.

Looking around the open deck and into the cabin, he estimated that there was close to two hundred people, counting guests and staff at this party. Observing a covered lifeboat close by, he grasped the rail and muscled his way along the outer side of the boat until he was next to the boat. Pulling himself up, he eased under the tarpaulin covering the lifeboat and into the lifeboat. Removing his backpack, he unwrapped the holster and guns from their protective wrapping. Using his knife, he cut a small slit in the tarpaulin so that he could look out at the party.

There were too many people milling around, wearing formal clothes, for him to explore the ship, so he planed to wait. He looked around the deck and didn't see Diana, but did see Lucky talking to the Mayor. Then he saw Maggie approach Lucky and whisper something in Lucky's ear. Lucky signaled to some of his bodyguards and they followed him into the main room.

The Phantom didn't know where Lucky was going, and wished that he knew where Diana was. But where ever she was, she was able to take care of herself.

"Where are my friends? We were just going to fuck a little then we were coming back to the party." Slurred a naked Diana, lying on the bed, her neatly brushed hair now splayed all over the pillow; as she tried to sit up.

Maggie had finished undressing her after the guards transported her to Maggie's cabin. The two men who had drugged her, were gagged, tied, and dragged to the rear of the ship, where they would be thrown overboard. They were some guests that had crashed a party at another port and had overstayed their welcome.

Maggie sat down in the only chair in the small stateroom, staring at the woman's naked body that was sprawled on the bed. The woman's face was covered by a mass of dark hair so that Maggie couldn't see her face; but she knew that Diana was breathing by the rising and falling breasts as she laid on the bed.

Then came the slurred request again "When are we going to fuck? I wanta fuck. I had a cock - a big cock and was getting ready to fuck it. Where are they?"

"They're not here anymore. And you're supposed to sleep it off."

"Sleep - SLEEP. NO FUCKING WAY. HAHAHAHAH, I'm going to get fucked tonight. Hay, you're pretty. What's your name?" asked Diana as she sat up, pushing her hair away from her face.

"We've already met. I'm Maggie."

"Yeah, Maggie the bitch. You're pissed off at me for taking Lucky away from you and now you're keeping me from my friends. Well, you don't know who you're dealing with and I'm just the man - pardon me, I mean woman - to kick your fucking ass. Now, where's that man with the big limpid cock and hard brown eyes. Hahahahah, you get it."

"Yeah, I get it. Now shut up or I'll sit on you."

A smile formed on Diana's face as she replied "Take your panties off first and then you can sit on my face. I was born a pussy eater and never seen a pussy that my tongue couldn't whip."

"You're obnoxious when you're drunk - do you know that?"

"Fuck no. I've never been drunk. I'm The Phantom and can't get drunk."

"Phantom - I've heard about that old jungle legend. A masked man who fights crime. Well, you've got a nice disguise."

"Shhhhh. IT'S A SECRET. I swapped bodies with my wife and she's in my body while I'm in her body so she's me and I'm her; but I'm really The Phantom although she's in my body. I'm here to stop you and these other criminals. I'm going to kick your ass - after I get through eating your pussy." She declared as she began to play with her pubic mound, gently pulling at the dark, curly hair and letting her fingers roam gingerly over the lips of her vagina.

"Lucky doesn't let me play those games."

"Me neither. Or is it either? Who the fuck knows or cares. I only know that I was about to get fucked and you stopped it. Why?"

"Because we're sisters and I'd like to think that you would do the same for me, if someone slipped me a Mickey."

"Sisters - yeah, I like that. I'll be your sister. Do you like my body?"

"Yeah, you've got a nice one. Small but you're very proportional."

Diana cupped her breasts and leaned her head back, shaking her hair as she squeezed her breasts. Straightening her head so that she was staring at Maggie again, Diana whispered in a husky voice "I'm so horny tonight. I didn't know him, but I wanted to fuck him. Or let him fuck me. While we were dancing, he kissed and nibbled my ear and neck, biting gently on me. As I danced with him, I imagined his tongue probing my body, finding my wetness. I knew that we were dancing but I wanted to writhe and moan as I through about him licking, probing and sucking me. I rubbed my pussy against him and could feel his hard cock in his trousers. Was that wrong? After all, I'm supposed to be a good girl."

"You're a good girl. That was just the drug that he gave you."

"Yeah. It made me feel strange. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him on the dance floor and had to fight the urge. I pretended his fingers were sliding deep into my body and stroking my deepest recesses. I felt an orgasm build within me, and I bit my tongue as I followed him down to his room. He whispered to me of a night long pleasure, as he teased me with his tongue and lips, hinting of fucking me as he brought me to climax after climax. Do you think that I'm a nympho?"

"No. Just a na<ve girl who hasn't learned the hard way, not to trust all men."

"Na<ve - I'm not a na<ve. Tee hee, hee, Taizza's the na<ve. Get it - she's a na<ve natural nubile native."

Maggie lit a cigarette and stared at the drunken naked woman curled up on the bed. Diana's little speech had started off strong, but had faded toward the end as her eyes glazed over more. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't seeing anything and her breathing became more regular as the drug put her to sleep.

After finishing that cigarette, Maggie lit another, still staring at the naked woman snoring lightly. The sleeping woman was so young and so innocent-looking. Staring at the dark, curly pubic hair between her spread naked legs, Maggie thought about how easy it would be to touch the soft, supple skin of her belly. Letting her eyes trail up the unconscious woman's body, she stared at the spherical and taut breasts and the dimpled, erect nipples. The drug had weakened her normal morals, and turned on her sexual desires. Although she was drugged into insensibility, now, it would be easy to wake her and to take advantage of her increased sex desires and her drugged willingness to do anything at all to satisfy her partner. She was ready to fuck and be fucked.

Feeling turned on from her musing, Maggie looked at the clock, recognizing that it was time for the party to end. She opened the door, startling the guard. Given him instructions to let no one enter, she went up to the main deck, finding Lucky and the Mayor sitting at a table near the front lifeboat, drinking from a bottle. Sitting down beside Lucky, she whispered something to him. He responded with "Not tonight. Stay with our guest and keep her company."

She returned to the cabin, telling the guard to stay until relieved, then locked the door after she entered the cabin. Diana was still asleep in the same position. Maggie unzipped her dress and hung it up in the closet. Sitting down on the bed, she unrolled her hose and removed them. She slipped the clasp on her bra, dropping it in the chair, standing for a moment as she scratched her heavy breasts, reveling in the comfort of removing a tight bra. The bra supported a 40dd chest. Maggie sighed with relief as they sagged free. Kneading her breasts with both hands, she squeezed the large nipples and smiled. Finally only the panties remained and in a quick motion, removed them too.

Maggie's eyes moved across Diana's body, checking her out like a wolf examining its prey. A slight smile etched its way across her face as she stared at the large nipples on her slightly moving breasts. Looking at Diana's unconscious body, Maggie adjusted Diana's sprawled position, so that she only occupied half of the bed.

Looking at the unconscious woman asleep in her bed, Maggie felt a desire to touch her. Her dark hair lay about her beautiful face, highlighting the elegant, magnetic beauty of the drugged woman. Her breasts rolled wantonly as she stirred in her sleep. Maggie's eyes drifted down Diana's body, noticing how her thighs were firm and silky smooth. She was a statuesque vixen, who was lovelier than anyone should be. An innocence appearing woman who could be ravishing with the right clothes.

Maggie remembered how the guards had carried Diana into her room; they watched as Maggie unfastened the garters, and slid the stockings down her smooth legs. Then Maggie dismissed the men, knowing that she had teased them enough so that they would be unable to ignore their erections when they finally went to bed.

After the guards left, Maggie stared at the bare thigh flesh, wishing that she could let her hands roam freely over the unconscious woman. Now that she had made her decision about what to do with the unconscious woman, Maggie lost no time.

Rolling her over on her side, Maggie let her hands fondle Diana's round and shapely buttocks, wishing that her own ass was that nice. Resisting a strong desire to nuzzle her face against Diana's pubic mound, she did spread her legs slightly to stare at her cunt; recognizing that she was moist and warm, saturated with the natural perfume of her cunt juice.

Mixed with that delightful smell was the tantalizing scent of perfume from Diana. So unlike the smell of a man, it was soft and gentle. As Maggie sniffed the mixed odors, she discovered that it was also highly intoxicating.

Sitting on the bed beside Diana, she gently caressed her face, running a long, red fingertip from the edge of her cheekbone, down her face, and along her neck. She nibbled at her earlobe and then blew gently into her ear watching the slight difference in her breathing and the way that she automatically squeezed her thighs together. Maggie teased her ear a moment longer, then began kissing her way down her throat, then across her shoulder. Unable to resist any more, bending her head, Maggie kissed Diana lightly on each nipple. Her eyelids fluttered and a loan moan, hinting of dreams of ecstasy escaped through her slightly pursed lips. She moved slightly, lifting her hips as if to meet an imaginary lover.

Pleased with the response from Diana's body, Maggie aimed her red lipstick coated lips at an erect nipple and planted her mouth on one of Diana's breasts. She sucked on the breast, feeling a little eroticism from being able to do whatever she desired to this woman; knowing that she would be unable to resist. With her tongue, she explored the breast, enjoying the firm and smooth touch of her skin.

Diana's lips parted slightly as she mumbled something that Maggie didn't understand. Sitting upright, Maggie stared at the unconscious woman, thinking about how nice a lover she could be. Biting her lip as she thought about how demanding and dangerous Lucky could be, she regretfully decided that she shouldn't get involved with this beautiful woman that was sharing her bed.

Then Maggie laid down beside her and pulled the sheet over them as she turned out the light. They lay there, Maggie's breathing growing deeper as she relaxed. Just before she drifted off to sleep, Maggie curled up next to Diana, and cupped Diana's breast in her hand, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain erection. She moved her hand down to her groin, rubbing the soft, curly hairs. Diana's still asleep body responded by pushing her ass back against Maggie, parting her legs in the process.

With a soft groan, knowing what she was missing, Maggie ceased her exploration and satisfied herself with curling up next to the sleeping woman. She held Diana close as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

Chapter 11 - Justice

The Phantom's clothes were almost dry from the swim and he was getting impatient from having to wait. He couldn't see most of the cabin from his peephole and hadn't seen Diana yet. Lucky had come back with most of his guards and pulled a table over near the lifeboat where the Mayor and he talked about various kickback schemes.

About an hour later, Maggie had come out and whispered something to Lucky which The Phantom couldn't hear. Then she had left. Very shortly thereafter, several of the guests started saying their goodnights to Lucky and the river was noisy with the sound of boat's shuttling the party guests back to shore. The Mayor was the last to leave.

After the lights dimmed and the staff started cleaning the party, The Phantom slipped back out of the boat and muscled his way along the side of the boat, holding onto the railing as he pulled his body along the side of the yacht, until he got to where he could see that Diana's light was turned out.

Not knowing where Diana was, he decided to investigate the yacht first; then find her - after all, she could take care of herself. Pulling himself level with the deck, he stepped on board the yacht, slipping down the dark corridor, toward where the cargo hold was. Finding the cargo hold, he slipped inside the door, going down the cargo ladder in the dark. A few overhead red safety lights dimly lit the cargo hold, revealing a lot of wooden crates.

Twenty feet away, the guard lifted the heavy rifle to his shoulder and took aim. The Phantom walked slowly closer, not seeing him until he was only ten feet away. Staring down the barrel of the rifle, the guard held his breath and pulled the trigger.

The click of the rifle warned The Phantom and he jumped to the side as he pulled his pistols, pointing them at the guard's dim figure.

"Fucking misfire." The guard groaned as he pulled on the action, trying to dislodge the malfunctioning round and load a new one in the chamber. The Phantom grabbed the barrel with one hand and jerked it away while striking the guard across the face with his right hand, leaving The Phantom's bad mark on the guard's chin. Without a sound, the guard fell unconscious onto the ground.

Picking the guard up, The Phantom carried him back into the cargo hold, dumping him. Looking around the cargo hold, he found an ax which he used to open one of the crates. Inside the crate, were over a hundred, old but useable rifles. Looking around at the other boxes, The Phantom quickly estimated from the number of boxes that there were potentially over forty thousand rifles in the cargo hold.

Suddenly his sixth sense warned him of danger and he ducked; just as an ax barely missed his head, lodging itself into a cargo box. Recognizing the guard which he had just knocked out, The Phantom swung at his opponent. The smaller guard rolled with the punch absorbing the punch; which knocked the air out of him, but didn't put him out for the count. Rolling over and jumping back up, he rushed at The Phantom, like a Bull Moose. The Phantom, with a smile on his broad face, sidestepped, and let the guard miss him. The guard turning, stood and pulled back to throw a knockout punch. Smiling at the guard, The Phantom decided to let the guard take his best punch and crossed his arms as he waited for the smaller man to strike him.

The guard paused for a second, puzzled at the unexpected, cavalier boxing stance. Instead of delivering the telegraphed, hard right fist to The Phantom's jaw, the man switched to an alternative attack found in bar-room brawls. He kneed The Phantom in the nuts.

For half a second, the smile was still on The Phantom's face, then it faded as his face quickly turned gray. The knees hit him with such violent force and speed that his nervous system went into violent overload. Dropping to his knees, he began puking as he curled up further as he collapsed into a curled-up fetus position on the ground. The pain was so intense that for several prolonged heart stopping moments his chest muscles cramped and refused to allow him to draw breath. His head span with the nauseating pain as his body silently bucked and retched in frenzied agony. Only three thoughts were going through The Phantom's mind - he would die from the intense pain, there had to be permanent damage to his reproductive system and now he knew why Diana kept advising to wear a protective cup.

Never having been exposed to such levels of pain, he writhed in unendurable pain, such as he had never dreamed possible. While he was incapacitated, the guard used the opportunity to remove his pistols before he ran back to his guard post and rang his guard bell, summoning the rest of the crew.

The clanging of the alarm bell woke up Maggie. Sitting up in the bed, she could hear men running down the hallway, headed toward the bell. Bracing her back against the bed, she picked up a cigarette from her table and put it in her mouth.

Diana groaned. "Please don't smoke."

Ignoring the request, Maggie paused for a moment and then struck a match, releasing a small flame which lit up the dark cabin. Maggie lit her cigarette, keeping her eyes focused on her companion. Diana opened her mouth, mumbling "How can you smoke those nasty things?"

"I thought you passed out."

"I did and feel real shitty now. My body feels numb and sluggish, unresponsive - it's difficult to move. What happened?"

"They gave you a fast acting Mickey. Lucky and I stopped them and I brought you back to your cabin. Lucky suggested that I spend the night with you to make sure that you don't have any bad effects."

"I'm so fucking dizzy. I vaguely remember someone's cock as he rubbed it against my face. Did he fuck me?"

"No. We stopped it before you did anything and threw them overboard."

Diana didn't respond, slowly rising to a sitting position. She fumbled to her feet and staggered into the bathroom, sitting on the commode in the dark. Maggie listened to her pee and wipe herself. Then Diana groped her way back into the dark bedroom, sitting on the bed so that she was also sitting up, leaning against the bed headboard. The dark room was barely illuminated by the glowing cigarette and the light coming from under the door.

After a couple of seconds, Diana groaned "I've never smelled a cigarette that stinky before."

"It's not a cigarette," the woman responded, taking a deep drag and then handing it to Diana, "it's something called marijuana and it's just becoming popular in America. Lucky has an extremely large supply of it stored downstairs - enough to tide us over until we can establish a new supply. Try it."

Still feeling woozy and not able to think clearly yet, Diana accepted the cigarette, coughing as the harsh smoke filled her lungs. Maggie gave her some guidance on how to inhale and hold the smoke within her lungs without coughing. By the time that their shared cigarette was down to a nub, Diana was smoking the joint as if she was a lifelong smoker - and both of them were laughing like two mischievous schoolgirls who were sharing their intermost secrets.

Diana giggled "I've never felt so good - every inch of my skin feels so tingly and alive. Is that how you feel?"

"A little. This is some good shit, but since I've been with Lucky, I've built up a tolerance to marijuana and it takes a little bit more before I get stoned."

"Stoned - yeah, that's a good way to describe how I feel. I feel so alive but at the same time - everything is moving in slow motion and it's almost as if my mind is separated from my body. I find myself staring at something and seeing colors that I've never seen before. I don't know how to describe how I'm feeling, except for stoned."

"The thing that I like about smoking a little grass, is that it makes me horny - very horny."

Maggie put the cigarette out, then with her fingertips, guided Diana's face so that they were staring at each other's faces which were only inches away.

"I had a nice dream, with your naked body curled up next to me. I dreamed that we made love. Have you ever made love to a woman?" asked Maggie in a husky voice as she positioned her lips very close to Diana's lips.

"Many times." Responded Diana's equally husky voice as her face leaned closer to Maggie's face, smelling the last vestige of the now pleasant smoke coming from Maggie's nostrils. Diana's lips parted as Maggie's lips touched her lips, inviting Maggie's aggressive tongue to probe her hungry mouth.

Maggie's arm eased around Diana's neck, pulling her into a tight embrace, as Diana melted into the other woman's arms. When their lips finally separated, Diana was groaning with desire, unable to move as the woman fondled her; her body still partially turned on by the earlier drug and strengthened by the recent marijuana.

Maggie's hand lightly caressed Diana's breast, her fingers teasing the nipple, resulting in an instant response in Diana's pussy and the nipple stiffened. Maggie brushed her nipples against Diana's breasts, sending another electric spark down to her clit.

Maggie's tongue worked its way around to Diana's ear, as Maggie's hand was fondling Diana's breast. Diana moaned and twisted, as the other woman's hands twisted and tweaked her nipples, sending sharp messages of pain and pleasure through her trembling body. "You really have a beautiful body. No wonder that Lucky got the hots for you when he saw your boobs jiggling on the tennis court yesterday."

Maggie began to place a series of soft, wet kisses all over Diana's neck, face and upper chest. She whispered encouraging words "yeah, you like this, don't you - you want it - it'll feel so good - I won't hurt you" as she continued to seduce Diana. Diana felt herself drifting into that wondrous path to ecstasy as the woman's expert hand and lips massaged and kneading her various body g-spots, bringing Diana to that point where there was no turning back.

When Maggie's fingers slid down Diana's body and drifted over Diana's moist pussy, Diana groaned and slipped back onto the bed, spreading her legs - inviting Maggie to partake of her moist delicacy.

She moved her hand along the inside of Diana's now spread legs, all the way to her hair-filled crotch; running her index fingers along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. Diana moaned softly as Maggie moved her fingers into the cuntal crack and slowly parted the vagina lips, obscenely exposing the still moist vaginal entrance and the engorged clitoral hood. Maggie ran two fingers into the pink divide and eased them into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening, resulting in Diana's loud gasp as she felt the fingers enter her.

Maggie whispered "a man can never eat pussy like a woman can. A woman knows what feels good and how to eat pussy. Women are much gentler, and more passionate than men. Men are just animals and release their passion too soon. A passionate woman is more special - a better lover than with a man. With men, it often seems that they might as well be having sex with themselves." as she slid her fingers slowly up and down over Diana's pussy, expertly massaging her sensitive clit, as Diana began to buck her hips against Maggie's probing fingers. Maggie looked at Diana lying naked on the bad beside her, eyes closed, as Maggie's fingers moving ever so slowly in and out of Diana's love canal.

Diana whimpered as she felt the woman's hand pull away from her soaked cunt. She began toying with Diana's breasts as she whispered "when I'm through with you, you'll never want to go to bed with a man again. A normal man won't be able to satisfy you."

The woman's fingers, still wet with Diana's pussy juice, trailed across Diana's lips as Maggie lightly moaned "Yes, my darling, taste yourself. Taste your juice and enjoy the wonderful taste of young pussy jism. Would you like to taste my pussy juice?"

"Yes - YES - YES - a thousand times YES." Diana moaned as she tried to sit up; but Maggie's body shifted so that Maggie was lying on top of Diana, their breasts rubbing against each other as Maggie's tongue rammed into Diana's mouth. As they deep- throated each other's tongue, their hands were roaming over each other's body; as their legs intertwined, each other's thigh brushing against the other woman's pubic mound.

Pulling her tongue out of Diana's gasping mouth, Maggie scooted down her body until her lips were teasing one of Diana's turgid nipples. Through clinched teeth, Maggie whispered "this nipple reminds me of my ex-husband's cock. It's about the same size."

As Maggie's finger teased Diana's thick mound with her hand, Maggie placed the flat of her tongue against the underside of Diana's swollen nipple. Her nipples were rock hard, jutting out from her swollen areolas like two ripe cherries. Then slowly, very slowly, Maggie drew Diana's nipple deep into her mouth. Maggie's cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Diana moaned softly and leaned forward, pressing her long, stiff, fleshy nipple against Maggie's lips. Eagerly, she parted her lips and drew Diana's nipple deep into her mouth, wildly sucking it, making Diana groan with unrestrained pleasure. Maggie sucked Diana's tit like a starving baby.

Diana tried to relax as the woman sucked on her breasts, but she was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm, feeling the familiar ache in her breasts and pussy. Maggie recognized the signs and dropped her hand to Diana's pussy; resulting in a long, deep moan from Diana's lips as she pushed her hips forward to meet the tickling fingers. Maggie obliged for a moment, giving Diana the pressure she desired much, and then pulled her hand away, hearing Diana's moan change to a whimper.

"Pleeeeaassssse," Diana groaned pleadingly, jerking her hips forward, seeking the woman's hand.

Hearing the desire, Maggie covered Diana's lips in a fierce kiss. Moaning in passion, Diana reciprocated the passion, and her hand sought Maggie's pussy, resulting in Maggie pulling her mouth away.

Maggie's hand grabbed Diana's hand as she loudly whispered "Don't do anything that I don't tell you to do. You're my woman and I'm going to ravage you - understand."

"Yessss." Groaned Diana as she relaxed, feeling the thrill of lust at her acceptance of the submissive terms demanded of her.

Pleased with her new toy, Maggie used her tongue to toy with Diana, listening to the slight difference in the moaning sounds as Maggie explored Diana's sprawled out body. Maggie's lips tracing the curves of the woman beneath her, caressing her body, feeling the ladder of ribs under her taut skin. As Maggie's lips reached Diana's smoldering mound, Maggie's hands teased her thighs, spreading Diana's vagina lips to taste her.

Maggie expertly brought Diana to the brink of an orgasm, then backed off, letting a sweaty Diana calm down just a little before bringing her back up to the brink of that first orgasm again.

Diana's moans became louder as Maggie repeatedly teased and played with Diana's sensitive body areas, concentrating on her rock hard nipples. Every time Diana tried to reciprocate the frenzy that she was feeling, Maggie would pull away. So all Diana could do was writhe and moan and wriggle in Maggie's grasp, giving Maggie complete control of her body letting Maggie play her like a finely tuned instrument, backing off just before the orgasm. Then Diana began begging for the release that she so desperately needed.

Pausing for a moment, Maggie lit another marijuana cigarette and put it Diana's mouth, commanding her to smoke it as Maggie breathed her warm, smoky breath on Diana's pussy. Lifting her head frequently from her teasing position, to check on Diana's progress with the marijuana, Maggie decided that it was time to let Diana experience a climax. Pulling the small butt from Diana's mouth, Maggie pulled a strong drag into her lungs, feeling the warm smoke fill her lungs. Putting the cigarette out, Maggie sucked one of Diana's sensitive nipples as her finger slid in and out of her sopping pussy. Diana's breasts began bouncing and jiggling as she began building toward that climax that both women knew was coming. A scream pierced the quietness of the night as Diana exploded in the most intense orgasm that she had ever experienced.

Her head was jerking as she moaned and panted. The door opened quietly, letting in a sliver of light. The guard had listened through the closed door to the noise that the two women were making as their passion built to a crescendo and knew the reason for the scream, but had decided to risk a quick look. Diana's head was jerking as a second and then third wave of pleasure crashed over her body, sweeping her under and carrying her into nirvana.

When Diana quit shuddering, her mouth was open and panting; her eyes were vacant, staring blankly upwards as the final tremors of orgasm swept through her body. Maggie shifted position so that her lips were close to Diana's ears as she whispered "That was just the start of a long and beautiful friendship. Now, I'm going to lay back and smoke a joint while you build a fire within me. No matter what I say or do, ignore me until you can't control me any longer, then let me explode. After you've prepared me, I'll show you what it's like when two finely turned on female bodies eat each other."

Sweat dripped down her forehead as Diana's eyes darted from Maggie's full, hanging breasts, with their silver dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at her lower abdomen. Like a woman possessed, she ....

"Find out who he is." Commanded Lucky as he stared at the man covered with his own puke. The Phantom was naked, his costume removed while he was unable to resist; and was tightly tied to the top of a cargo box and surrounded by six armed guards. His head bowed as the intolerable pain emitting from his groin continued to incapacitate him. "Then kill him."

A semi-naked Diana sat in front of the mirror and let an equally naked Maggie put make-up on her. Diana's eyes were still glazed over as a result of the never-ending supply of marijuana cigarettes that Maggie kept lighting and passing to her. Diana's hair had been teased, brushed and sprayed into a high bouffant hairstyle instead of the normal way that she usually wore it. Her eyes also looked different because of the long curly false eyelashes that were glued on her eyelids, coated liberally with black mascara, then outlined with a thin black line then highlighted by a blueish-pink eyeshadow. Her plucked eyebrows were painted back in, with a higher, darker arch. Below the heavily made-up eyes, her cheeks were a bright pink where rouge highlighted her prominent cheek bones. The only makeup that appeared normal was the lipstick, which made her lips full, moist, inviting and incredibly red.

She was wearing a lace ruffle gown with underwire cups to lift her boobs higher and a plunging d,collet,. The gown had a cascade of soft lace ruffles emphasizing the femininity of the wearer. Maggie added a silver cuff bracelet, a black choker and a pair of silver rings to complete the cheap whore look before helping the still drugged woman to her feet, which were back into her two inch high heels.

Maggie smiled at the drugged woman whose glazed eyes were fixed on an invisible spot on the wall. Her breasts were rising and falling lightly from her slow regular breaths, as if she was asleep on her feet. Maggie knew what she was experiencing from her investigation with the drug - how she was susceptible to suggestions and how the drug enhanced the normal sex desires.

She didn't like what she was doing to Diana, but when Lucky had stuck his head in the doorway and saw the two of them doing a sixty-nine on each other, he commanded Maggie to bring Diana to his bedroom. So Maggie started lighting additional marijuana cigarettes for the already lethargic woman, increasing her compliance to instructions to where she would do whatever she was directed to do.

"Yeah, you've got nice tits, a great ass, and eyes that'll seduce any man. You're a bombshell with a body that'll fuck all night, with a face like an angel. Now that you look the part, all I've got to do, is prime you so that you're sopping wet again."

Taking the marijuana cigarette from her lips, Maggie pulled Diana to her feet. The kiss Maggie planted on Diana's soft lips started with a light peck denoting tenderness and affection, then turned passionate. Diana felt the press of Maggie's tongue against her lips and opened her mouth to receive it.

Maggie reached up with her hand and cupped Diana's naked breast beneath her gown, feeling her breasts wriggle seductively underneath the slinky material of the gown and her nipples stood up very quickly. As Maggie cupped her breasts, she whispered in Diana's ear "Your skin is so soft and tender - so satiny smooth. I want to suck your nipples. Would you like that?"

"Yessss", groaned Diana as she arched her body to allow Maggie to caress her whole body. A gentle tug on the thin material exposed the dark nipple beneath it. The erect tip was only visible a brief moment before it vanished between the warm vise of Maggie's lips. A loud moan erupted from Diana as she felt the wetness engulf her wide aureole. With only one nipple exposed, Maggie's tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the turgid nipple. Then she tickled it directly before taking it whole into her mouth again. Like a babe seeking nourishment, every movement of her tongue, each nip of her teeth, sent the desired sensations though Diana's hungry body.

Maggie's hand rubbed against Diana's mound as she whispered "I want you" in Maggie's ear.

Maggie undulated with Diana as she whispered "First we've got to pay the rent. I'm going to take you someplace and you'll find something that you like. Afterwards, you can come back to my bed, where I'll be waiting for you. Understand?"

"Yes. You'll be waiting for me."

"Remember to be submissive. Let him have anything he wants - don't stand up to him. Submit to his needs, be a slave to his commands. Give him control, pretend that you're a puppet and he's pulling your strings as he let's his desires run rampant. If you resist him, he'll hurt you. Do you understand?"

There was no answer in her glazed eyes but her head nodded softly. Maggie whispered "God, I wish that I could get out of here. And take you with me."

Taking her by the hand, Maggie led her down the hallway to Lucky's room where a guard was sitting in the hallway. Opening the bedroom door, she guided the woman into the bedroom, watching her provocative, undulating, almost naked ass as Diana obediently walked into Lucky's bedroom, where he was waiting for his new conquest.

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.

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.

Waldo

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