Coming face to face with her old body, and the woman who stole it from her, was the last thing Jack ever expected. Yes, maybe it was foolish to think her true form could ever be killed, even by hundreds of direct hits fired by twenty plus heavily armed guards, but Jack had never truly tested the limits of her former powers. There had never been a need, not until Nora joined forces with DeMorrell.
Others had tried to take the stone, DeMorrell among them, but Jack Merlin had any power he could wish for, though he had tried to show some restraint. And he had supplemented those powers with any weapon he desired from all those ever conceived in the imagination of man, magical swords from legend, the high-tech weaponary of science-fiction. It wasn't until Nora's ruthless genius allied with DeMorrell's nearly limitless resources that Jack had been truly pushed to the edge.
Nora discovered the stone's hiding place, DeMorrell's men stole it. It wasn't until later they began to squabble over it. Jack had always known the stone could never have two owners. DeMorrell, older, more cautious, wished to study the stone, conduct small experiments before fully utilizing its power. Nora, already corrupted by one wish, was more eager, more ambitious, to wish for more. Even as Jack had mounted his last ditch assault on DeMorrell's compound Nora had been quietly executing her own plans.
It was when Nora ran afoul of Jack that the nightmare began.
With a single wish Nora had stolen Jack's skin and the powers that came with it. Jack had briefly lamented that Nora paid for her avarice with her life. Nora inside Jack's body was gunned down only seconds after the switch by DeMorrell's guards. Of course, the newly female Jack Merlin did not have long to lament.
Her own punishment began before Nora's blood was cold. Kept naked in a dungeon cell, gang raped by DeMorrell's guards and taken by the man himself once his thugs had broken her in, physically tortured, experimented upon with psychotropic drugs and various brainwashing techniques, Jack had suffered in Nora's place.
Still, no matter how evil Nora had become, there were times when Jack was glad that he could shoulder this burden for her. No one deserved such treatment, but Jack had lived a long life, lives actually. She could take it on for Nora. She could go to her death knowing she had drank more deeply from the cup of life than countless others. Then, not long after DeMorrell had made her his exclusive plaything, Nora's fertile young body had fetched up pregnant. That was when the nightmare took on a whole new dimension.
It was no longer death she feared, but life, especially the one growing inside her.
Now Nora was here, alive and well and angry, making a mockery of everything she had suffered in Nora's place. Jack began to cry. Nora snorted in disgust.
"I can see you've been a busy girl, eh, Jack?" Nora placed one hand on Jack's swollen belly and rubbed it lovingly, "Did you enjoy getting my body knocked up? How many times did it take? Once? Twice? Ten? Twenty?"
"N-no, N-Nora, you don't understand," Jack stuttered like a frightened schoolgirl. She backed away, wanting time to explain, "It wasn't my idea. I didn't want to!"
"You didn't enjoy it?" A look that was pure Nora flickered behind the gunmetal gray eyes. Jack whimpered in the back of her throat. Nora's lip curled in a sneer and he roughly took hold of Jack by the wrist, "Then I imagine you will enjoy this even less!"
The pregnant young woman tried to back up once more, but edge of the couch caught her behind the knees. She nearly fell, probably would have if Nora's grip on her wrist would have allowed it. Nora pulled her back, kissed her. He crushed Jack's breasts up against lean body, his snow-white mustache and goatee brushing against her soft lips.
Jack felt her belly rubbing up against the tall man's belt buckle. She looked down and saw a metallic skull with two rifles crossed beneath it. That was when Jack finally took in how Nora had dressed his male body.
She would have laughed if she weren't so horrified.
The new "Jack Merlin" had affected some kind of biker get up; leathers, steel-toed boots, shaved head and do rag. Jack supposed it was meant to be menacing, intimidating, and she was intimidated, but not by the Hell's Angels get-up. It was what was about to come next that worried her.
Jack had seen the same look in Nora's eyes, the eyes that once were hers, as that of twelve other men, twelve angry men, and their master, an unholy thirteen.
Nora was about to take her. And the best thing to do was to relax as much as she could and be passive, obey. Nora, using the not inconsiderable equipment Jack had endowed upon her old male body with the stone, would be number fourteen. Maybe then her luck would change.
Nora spun her around and roughly pushed her forward. Bent over the couch, Jack assumed the position as best she could, especially with her big belly hanging in the way. Nora flipped up the back of her long dress and literally tore the underwear off of Jack's pretty little bottom. She cried out when the panties caught on her hip until they finished tearing and pulled free, but otherwise did not resist.
Insistent hands pawed between Jack's legs, forcing her them apart. She heard the rasp of a zipper coming down. Jack took a deep breath then let it out completely. It's okay, she was telling herself, it's just another number. He's number fourteen, nothing more. Fuck him. Jack felt her old penis brush the backs of her new buttocks and shivered. God, it feels huge.
Hands took a firm grip on her hips and Jack felt him teasing the opening of her pussy, testing it. The girl whimpered and Nora smiled, remembering this pretty, pregnant thing was the man who had once sought to deny his pupil the power she craved. Nora slid herself inside of Jack and began to pump in and out.
Nora wanted her old body back, but she wanted to do this first. That, and let poor little Jackie finish the entire gross process of childbirth. He deserved it too. After all Nora wasn't the one who got pregnant. Maybe he would make her lose the baby weight too. No sense in coming back home to a bunch of work.
Jack's muffled cries as Nora put the girl solidly through her paces brought a smile to the much older man's lips. Revenge is a bitch best fucked hard.
