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Subject: Lee's Lesson 3/4 (mf nc magic bdsm) 

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This is a story about a pimp who seriously pisses off a modern-day 
wizard, and the lesson that this teaches.  So far in our story, 
Leroy Crown (a tall, mean black pimp) has been transformed into 
Lee King (a petite oriental woman with a killer bod¹), and has had 
to ³pay off² two cops.  Finding her way back to Leroy¹s old 
haunts, she is accosted by two hookers, who object to her working 
their turf.  They proceed to ³teach her a lesson²

Lee Learns a Lesson Chapter 3

When Lee awoke, she was alone.  The restraints had been removed, 
and she was free to move.  Her knees were weak as she made her way 
to the bathroom, cursing at the uncomfortable ritual that women 
had to go through to relieve themselves. She found her dress where 
it had been tossed sometime during the night, and slowly put it 
on.  She was hungry, and thirsty, but those could wait.  She was 
angry, and her anger wouldn't wait.

She had a score to settle, once she was back in charge of things, 
and that was going to be real soon.  She slipped outside, and saw 
that it was growing dark again.  She had slept through the day.

Once in the alley, Lee moved towards the back of the club, to the 
private entrance used only by The King and his court.  Reaching 
the side door, Lee unlocked it and entered.

There were two men in the room.  Men Lee didn't recognize.  And 
none of Leroy's girls were in sight.  What was going on?

"Hey, China-heat", called out the man behind the desk.  Leroy's 
desk.  "I ain't one to complain, chica, but nobody walks into my 
place without knocking. Comprende?"

Lee looked at the swarthy man in shock.  "What do you mean, your 
place?  This is The King's office, and who the fuck are you?"

The second man moved casually to the side, offering Lee his chair.  
He was short, black, and barrel chested.  As Lee stepped forward, 
he grabbed her left arm, twisting it behind her back painfully.  
That move was getting old, but was still effective.

"The King is dead, sweet-cheeks. Paco is running things now, and 
you better learn your place.  Whatever deal you had with Leroy 
disappeared when he did."

"What the fuck do you mean, 'dead'?  Leroy's been gone a couple of 
days, and told me to run things 'til he got back.  Now let go, 
fucker!"

Lee's anger turned to shock when the stocky man hit her.  Not the 
slap in the face a man might use on a lady, but a hard, solid 
punch into the stomach.  Lee doubled over in breathless pain, a 
cry escaping her lips.  That punch might have hurt Leroy a bit, 
but it felt like the kick of a mule to Lee.  She gasped for air as 
the heavy man swung her around, draping her over the back of a 
chair.

"So, Chica, you know Leroy.  He takes a sweet young thing and hits 
the road, the Man on high doesn't hear from him for days, and then 
you show up tryin to take his place.  The Man thinks ol' Leroy 
been skimming, and did a dash with the cash.  Tell me where Leroy 
is.  I talk to him, he talk to the Man, and we're all friends 
again.  And if Leroy says you handle his business, that's fine.  
But he gotta say it to the Man, and the Man gotta say it to me.  
So talk.  Where is he?"

Lee was in trouble.  Leroy didn't exist right now.  This fool 
would never believe the truth.  Maybe a bit of the truth, though.  
"He's layin low.  He cut up some rich bitch a month ago, and she 
lived.  Now her old man has the heat on.  Leroy can't come out for 
a while.  He needs us to grab the girl, so the old man will lay 
off. "

The mexican's pock-marked face wrinkled into a frown.  "Why don't 
I hear that the heat is on?", he asked.  Then a sly look crossed 
his face.  "Tell me, officer, is there a reward for him?", he 
asked with a knowing smile.

"Officer?  You fuckin' idiot.  Do I look like a cop to you?"

The pimp looked the woman over, from head to foot.  She was a 
dish, nice ass and titties that begged for a good grope.  But she 
didn't have that thin, worn out look a girl gets on the streets.  
She was dressed in a tight skirt, and a thin top that showed her 
braless nipples real nice, but the outfit had short sleeves.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact you do.  Street girls wear a lot of 
makeup, to cover how thin they are.  They fuck better when they're 
hungry.  You got no needle marks.  Never heard of no street whore 
without a habit.  Gives em somethin to work for.  I don't know 
where you got your wire hid, but you sure as hell are a cop."

"No, Leroy sent me.  How the fuck else would I have a key to the 
office?"

"Ok, Chica.  Two questions, and a search, and I'll believe you 
ain't a cop."

Search?  Her last search had turned into a three way.  Careful.  
"Ok, but nobody touches me."

"First question:  Who does Leroy pay shares to?"

"That's easy.  Luthor Grant is the Man, and he get's 30% nice and 
regular."

"Good.  Next question:  Name one cop on Leroy's payroll."  The man 
seemed eager on this one.

"Danny Radchyk is the local vice, and he keeps this place real 
cool.  We take good care of him."

"Gimme more.  How much?  When?  Where?", Paco demanded.  "If this 
man's for sale, I wanna buy him.  Give, bitch."

Lee gave.  She knew the schedule by heart.

"Ok, bitch.  You know the players, and the scorecard.  But I still 
think you're a cop.  You say you got no wire.  Prove it.  Peel.", 
the black man ordered.  He knew that no cop, no matter how far 
undercover, would take it to the skin.

Lee didn't feel at all uncomfortable stripping in front of a 
couple of men.  It would have felt weird if there were women 
there, particularly after last night, but men weren't a problem. 
Old habits die hard.  She skinned the dress off over her head, and 
stood there with all her treasures exposed.

Paco watched as the heavy man rumpled the thin fabric in his 
hands, searching for foreign objects.  He found the money clip, 
hooked to the skirt, and passed it, and the skirt, to Paco without 
a word.

"Ok, chica, so you're not a cop.  And this", he said, holding up 
the gold money clip, "proves you know Leroy.  Now, tell me where 
he is."

"I can't.  He didn't say where he would be.", came the desperate 
reply.

The black man had been running his eyes up and down the shapely 
woman's naked form, a bulge growing in his pants.  The gesture he 
had been waiting for finally came, and he grabbed the nude girl 
again, capturing both her wrists in one massive hand.  Forcing her 
forward over the chair again, he grabbed her long hair and drew 
her head back, so she was staring at Paco.  "Your boss asked you a 
question, bitch.  You answer, straight."

"Let me go, you motherfucker.", screamed the struggling girl.

"She needs the treatment.  Then she know her place.", cackled the 
evil man.

"The 'treatment', chica, is the way we teach a woman to behave.  
We do you, and we keep doing you until you learn.  Treat her nice, 
Fireplug, but treat her."

Lee struggled, hard.  She felt movement behind her, but couldn't 
do anything about it.  With sudden force, she felt a ripping pain 
as the black man penetrated her from behind.  The sensation was 
incredible, pain and pleasure all at once.  If Lee had still been 
a man, it would have felt like someone sandpapering the very tip 
of his cock, but the pleasure, and the pain, were ten times more 
intense.

"Oh God, this bitch is tight.", exclaimed the heavy man as he rode 
the woman's cunt like a bucking bronco.  Shifting his stance, he 
braced to drive his shaft deeper into the incredible body before 
him.  With a heave that bounced the girl, chair and all, nearly a 
foot in the air, he sank his aching cock into the fist-tight 
tunnel all the way to the hilt.  Then, slowly, he began to pump.

Lee was crying.  Leroy never would have, but he wasn't here.  He 
was completely gone now.  All that was left was a quivering, 
frightened woman, suddenly facing the prospect of endless, violent 
rape.  They would keep fucking her until she told them where to 
find Leroy, and she couldn't.  She cried out as the man fucking 
her sorry cunt withdrew completely, and braced herself for a fresh 
assault.  She knew how it worked.  She had done it, in another 
lifetime.

"What the fuck", cried the black man, grabbing at his short, thick 
member.  His hand came up with blood on it.  "This bitch ain't 
never been fucked before.  I just took her cherry."

"Yo' crazy, Fireplug.  You just tore her up a bit.", replied the 
Mexican.

"No way", came the reply.  "I'm big, but I ain't that big."  He 
delivered a hard, ringing slap to the side of the weeping woman's 
head.  "Bitch!", he yelled.  "Cherry like that, on a woman like 
you.  That's worth a grand on the street, easy.  And you let me 
waste it.  Damn you."  He hauled off to hit her again, but Paco 
stopped him.

"Hey, 'plug, take it easy.  It's gone.  But, if she's a first-
timer, then we get to break her in right.  Teach her the ropes.  
Go get the saddle-strap. Let's let her ride this one out."

The saddle strap?  Lee knew what that was, and didn't like it.  
Leroy had used the long, soft strap to beat girls into submission.  
It hurt like hell, but didn't damage the merchandise.  She 
prepared to run, naked or not, as soon as the man released her.  
He didn't, exactly.  Twisting her arms up into the small of her 
back, the man grabbed her long hair and wrapped it tightly around 
her slender wrists.  Lee found that she couldn't free her hands, 
and even trying made it feel like she was going to rip her scalp 
off.

She struggled for several moments before she realized that nobody 
was holding her.  She stood, looking around for an escape, and ran 
for the door.  She heaved herself against it, but it didn't budge.  
It wasn't locked, but unless you turned the doorknob, hard, it 
wouldn't move.  Leroy had fixed it to be nice and stiff.  To keep 
the girls from getting out until he let them go.

Lee spun and headed for the door into the club.  A naked woman 
running through there would have trouble, but it couldn't be worse 
than the beating that was coming.   She ran straight into 
Fireplug, who had moved into her path at the last instant.  It was 
like hitting a wall.

End of Chapter 3

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