Gun/Deck

 

American to Japanese woman TG

Another bullet rang out as it bounced around the cinema lobby.

"It was just a prank bro!" He shouted.

“Really? That's the line you're going with?” A seductive sounding American accent screamed back. That would be hard to get used to… his sweet little Yoshiko was gone.

“Pranks’ usually don't last for one fucking year!”

“I may… have lost track of the time…” His mouth curled.

“Liar! I remember everything asshole! Everything!” She took in a deep breath.

“Japanese cock jacket!?” She screamed. “It’s like it wasn’t enough to do what you did. You had to rub it in.” 

“Look I'm sorry ok Chris! I’m really sorry.” He said almost crying.

Another bullet whizzed around. “Come on man! there are other people here!”

“Who is this crazy bitch man?” Todd said.

“My Japanese ex.”

“Nice. Uh… why is she fucking shooting at us?”

“She used to be a guy.”

“I don't get it. She's a trap?” Todd said sheepishly.

“Do you know what it's like? Do the dishes babe? Cook my food bitch? Lick cum out my ass!?" She screeched.

“But you were so… happy right?”

“Uhuh… because I was a completely different person!” Another bullet came in and ricocheted off into a glass container of popcorn.

“Fucking pervert. How about I tell your new colleague about you? Every day, wearing some sick outfit, agreeing with everything he said. Watching pretentious business apprenticeship shows and agreeing with his pathetic comments. No wonder no one wanted to screw him.” Another bullet came through. Fuck, Greg thought. Poor Mr Sorensen, no way he could afford the damages to this small-time cinema if she kept this up.

“Dude, we have to call the police” Todd yanked on his shoulder.

“Don't you dare touch that cell phone kid.”

“Kid? This ain’t the army dude. She could pop my head open man. Boom, spaghetti surprise.”

“The police can’t do shit. You have no idea what these things can do.”

“I have to try reason with him.” He slammed his hand on the counter then edged up until he was looking at the hole in the glass.

“Come on, look, I bet there is something in that deck we can use. A spell for wealth, power or immortality or something. I'll make it up to you.”

“Nothing is gonna be as fun as blowing your balls off.” Another bullet came through the hole.

The room started to smell as Todd pissed himself for the third time.

“You don't mean that. Use your imagination!”

“Oh I'm using it right now ‘pal’”

“What you think you’ll get away with murder?” Todd shouted.

“The police will believe me once I smash every camera in this place. I just little miss Yoshiko after all. Come to watch superhero movie.”

She said with a perfect Japanese accent. “Hardly capable of murder.”

“Great plan. Fucking bravo.” He cupped his head in his hands.

“You know what… let's talk, why don't you let me into the lobby…” She said calmly.

“No way I'm falling for that now. Todd. Get the back door man.”

“Don’t do anything he says. He's a total sociopath.” She shouted

“Oh yeah, says the active shooter. Do it man!”

“Don't do it. I used to have your job.” She reloaded her gun.

Todd cursed then scrambled from behind the counter and ran through the corridors.

“You really gonna run on me Greg? Prick I hear you. I know all the shortcuts too!” She laughed.

Greg also ran off in a panic as he heard Yoshiko’s footsteps move from the door. His shadow streaked in a blur past the promotion posters. As Todd fiddled with the lock to one of the screens, an explosion of pain went off in his crotch. He fell to the floor. She kicked him again as he lay spluttering.

“Doing you a favour buddy. It would have been you next.”

She smacked him in the face with the gun, and kept up the attack until blood was running from his nose. Then she turned her attention the corridor behind her. She stood victorious then looked down at herself and smirked. Revenge, best served in a tight little jacket.

“Come on, come on, just need to reactivate the spell…” He fumbled around in his bag. Damnit where is the null card. Shit, I must have left the rest of the deck at home. He hid the cards and snuck out to the doors. Gotta get out here… can’t let her get the cards. Maybe the bar entrance. He sprinted around the corner and ran headlong into the door, he grasped the steelbar.

“Please don't kill me please.” She said mockingly as she pushed the gun against the back of his neck. His entire body froze and he bowed his head.

“Oh anata. Let’s take a walk to screen three.” He did as instructed and spun around next to Todd who was shaking on the floor.

He let out sharp gasp. “I can help you.” He stared at the beautiful Japanese woman intensely. She had a new look alright. She had bundled herself into a bright red jacket like some kind of Yakuza assassin. No bra or anything to speak of. She was tall and athletic, her hair was long, cool black and cruel like she was a damn evil sorceress from a eighties Kung Fu movie. Sexy, not that it would do him much good. Why couldn’t he have been content with his little Yoshiko? Instead of experimenting with new roles and shit. He must have broke the spell. She was meant to be his caring traditional wife, not whoever this was. The cards had betrayed him.

“Can you turn me back into a white man?” She cocked her head and gave him a smirk.

“N..no…”

“Then you can just be a dead man.” She tutted.

"Please I'll do anything!”

She growled at him with hatred. What a pathetic excuse of a man before her. He was stumpy, pock-marked, his voice sounded like a horse having an asthma attack. She can’t believe she ever grovelled before a mistake of nature like this. It took everything she had, but she managed to free her mind, mostly.

“Huh… hmm…You know there's only one way.” He seemed stuck for a moment as he stared off into the screen then he sobbed

. “Come on, not that, take all my money or something.” “

Nah. Let's see how you feel being a stereotype for a whole year.” He shivered, not daring to move his head at all.

“Todd will just call the police when he comes to.” He said quietly. “Good point, but you’ll never get back to normal then.” He sighed. 

“Maybe I'll change you over and over again. How about something between a man and a woman? How about that huh? Do you want a little clitty cock? How about a hag woman’s face and a big bodybuilder body?

He cringed. She smirked. “Get on the floor, face first.”

He did as instructed, desperately twitching as he tried to look back. “I have to say I'm really enjoying the bitchy confidence I have now. Guess it's a side effect…” She laughed harshly. As a man she had been a bit shy, that kind of pissed her off.

“See that's a pro ri-”

“Shut up..” She snarled.

He gulped. Chris really did used to be a nice guy, but there was none of him in this girl.

“Now crawl between the seats like a little pig. Don’t let me see you, and maybe I’ll let you go. ”

He immediately began crab running trying to maneuverer around onto the main steps. A bullet rang out over his head and made him let out a cry. He shimmied down the stairs. As he got to bottom he found he was already staring into her boots. He dared not lift his head.

“Dōmo… well here’s a tidbit, thanks to you, I find myself with certain tastes…. I used to have a thing for Latinas but now…” Not that she ever had the courage to approach a Latina. Tits didn’t do pennies for her now though.

She looked back at the ticket boy groaning in agony through the doorway.

“Actually, I suddenly find that… neither of you are man enough for me.”

She stormed over to Greg, kneeled down and then thrust her hand into his balls.

“Just wait till you feel that emptiness between your legs. That vulnerability. You'll never be the same again. It really screws with your head. The knowledge no man was supposed to know right?”

He whimpered in pain.

“Now, where are the cards Greg?”

“I’m not gonna tell you.”

She kicked him in the sides enough for him to go into laboured breathing.

He chuckled “Too bad my sweet yo-yo-chan”

The nickname was like claws being dragged down her back. She immediately stomped on his hand, twisting the fingers until it was a bloody mess. “You don’t speak Japanese.” She screamed. I won’t fucking stop. I’ll make you useless.” She pointed the gun right in his face, and then stuck her finger into one of his eyes.

“Oh god, oh shit” He squealed and tried to beat her off with his good hand.

“Where are they” She put pressure on his balls with the gun.

“My fucking sleeves, shoes, fuck” He sobbed. She wrenched off his shoes, pulling a couple of cards out. Then she took the rest from either sleeve. She let out a giddy laugh, dancing around with the gun and the cards. She traced her talon across the figurehead of one the cards and smiled.

“Yabai”

The bedframe rocked back and forth, breaking open a crack in the wall behind. Yoshiko pushed her tits outwards and let out some childlike whimpering, her legs shaking and smacking involuntarily against the bed. A few more pumps and she let out a strong sustained moan, almost like howl. The three people in the room said nothing before she finally smiled and let out a contented sigh.

”I suppose that will do.” She said with a sense of finality.

The enormous bronzed Brazilian man lifted his head up from beneath her crotch. His blue eyes open to her commands. “See, arguably you’ll be better off after this year is done. Your body is so much better now. Definitely not the pre-pubescent twig you were before. Can’t believe you were eighteen.” She practically drooled as she rubbed his pecs. "I promise I'll let you go...promise."

He stood up rigid; his huge six foot four frame towered over her. He gave her his usual vacant stare. “Oh don't look at me like that darling. I know I'm a hypocrite. But… I guess a year of being raped just squeezed the empathy out of me.”

Then she turned to the tiny Thai woman next to her. She was sitting legs crossed, like an infant waiting for story time. Her long straight hair was new. She had new gold skin, new crescent eyes, a new tongue, new legs, a new pussy. All thanks to her mistress.

“Okay, you can suck his cock now bitch. Leave some for me.”

The little woman crawled down the bed, her amber eyes focused on one thing. She gently locked her lips around the heavy cock. Yoshiko whipped her hair back and started rubbing her tits as she watched the Brazilian slab of meat and sinew get a blowjob.

“You better not let a drop of that cum hit the floor. He’s too good for you.”

She railed up and down on the cock. He placed one of his enormous hands on her head gently. Once she finished, the former man strained her head to look at the door.

“I bet you spent every ounce of will you had to do that right?"Her head spun back to look at her mistress.

“That's right. The only place your worthless face should be looking is towards your beautiful mistress… Greg-chan."

She grabbed her chin.

“Thanks to the cards no one will ever find you. And I'm a world famous model.” She bit her lip. “That gets me all the looks and attention you made me crave, and that I will deny you.”

“You’re my slave. No one wants you my little stray."

She pushed her forwards towards the end of the bed, then Yoshiko sat back and relaxed.

“Maybe this life is worth living after all.”