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SRU: Power Struggle
By Morpheus
Vincent Martoni glared across the table at the rest of the heads of his
organization. As the head of his particular Mafia family, he was extremely
demanding, and all the underlings nervously waited for him to speak,
wondering what he had called this meeting for. He was renowned for his
drive, viciousness and determination, all of which had made him the head of
his particular family, earning him the fear and even respect of his underlings.
Even Tony Carlione, who was greatly feared in his own right. Tony
was a greatly feared hitman in his younger days, but had since moved up in
the organization, and had been Vincent's right hand man for years. Even
Tony was a bit afraid of Vincent, but that still didn't keep his ambition for
power completely in check. He hid his smile, listening to Vincent as he
started talking.
"What the hell happened to that money?" Vincent said, in a
deceptively calm voice, speaking to Johnny the Rat, the courier who was
shivering in the corner.
"It's not my fault" Johnny tried to explain, fearfully looking at
Vincent. Vincent listened to Johnny stammer excuses for several minutes.
How the cops had caught him with all the extortion money. Patiently, Vincent
listened, cold faced.
When Johnny was finished, Vincent shook his head saying, "I
understand. Really, I do" Johnny started to look a little hopeful, that maybe
he might get away from this alive. Then Vincent smiled. Johnny's hope died
in his heart as soon as he saw the smile that gave Vincent the nickname of the
Shark.
"No Mr. Martoni, Please" Johnny stammered, fear evident in his
eyes. Vincent kept smiling, lighting up his cigar and sucking on it.
As Vincent blew the smoke out, he said to Tony, "Bring him closer"
Tony grabbed the struggling Johnny, and brought him next to Vincent.
Johnny started crying like a baby, and several of the men around the table
looked on nervously, trading worried glances, while several others watched
with more sadistic amusement.
Still bawling, begging Vincent for mercy, Johnny stopped struggling,
knowing that it was inevitable. Still smiling, Vincent put out his cigar on
Johnny's cheek, making him scream out in pain. Vincent gestured to Tony,
who held Johnny's hands to the table, while Vincent broke each and every
one of them, saying "This little piggy...." as he did.
Afterwards, Vincent borrowed a knife from Tony, and went to work.
What was left of Johnny afterwards wouldn't have been recognized by his
mother. "Drop him on the street" Vincent said quietly as he wiped the blood
from the blade, "He'll make a good lesson for others not to lose my money"
As the others walked out of the room, Vincent smiled to himself. He
hadn't liked doing that, but he'd known for a very long time that viciousness
works. And it was only business. Well, he changed his mind, chuckling to
himself, maybe it was a little fun.
Tony looked at his watch, glad to be away from the city for awhile.
This little business trip was just what he needed he kept telling himself. He
remembered the grisly scene that Vincent had left him to clean up the other
day, and shuddered. That had almost turned even his hardened stomach.
Someday, he told himself, for the thousandth time, I'll be head of the
family. He smiled at that thought, being completely on top. He might have
tried taking it from anyone else forcefully, but not Vincent. No, definitely not
Vincent. He was too nasty to mess with.
As Tony was walking, lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed as he
walked into a mall, and almost as if his feet knew where they were going, led
him to a shop, stopping in front of it. Looking up, he noticed the sign in
front. Spells R Us. What a stupid name, he told himself. He smiled, deciding
that he might as well check the place out. Maybe he could scare whoever was
inside.
As he stepped in, he saw an old man behind the counter, wearing a
rather worn looking bathrobe. Some kind of old kook he decided. The Old
Man looked up, smiling, not completely pleasantly. "Hello Tony. I've been
expecting you"
Tony froze, wondering how the hell this old man knew who he was.
Sensing a trap, he reached for his gun, surprised to find that it wasn't in its
holster. The Old Man laughed at him.
"Looking for this Tony" he said, holding up the gun. Tony's eyes
opened wide in sudden fear, knowing that he was trapped like a rat. The Old
Man chuckled, saying "Don't worry Tony, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact,
I'm going to do you a favor" At this, the gun turned into sand in the Old
Mans hands, and slipped between his fingers into a pile on the counter. Tony
gulped, very afraid.
"In case you're wondering, I'm a wizard" The Old Man told him.
"Yeah, Right" Tony spit out defiantly, "You're also dead meat buster.
As soon as Vincent the Shark finds out about this, you're dead"
The Old Man chuckled again. "Actually, I'm going to help you to get
rid of him" The Old Man stopped, letting that sink in. "You can be the one in
charge, like you wanted"
"Yeah, How?" Tony asked skeptically. That gun thing must have
been a trick, he told himself. The Old Man glared at him, as if hearing his
thoughts. Then a ball of fire appeared in the Old Man's palm, making Tony's
eyes bulge again. "OK" Tony said quickly, "How are you going to help me?
And more importantly, why?"
"As for why, because I don't particularly approve of this Vincent
fellow" The Old Man looked Tony in the eye, making him shift his eyes.
There weren't many that could out-stare him, but there was something about
this Old Man, and this made him very wary. "As I said before," he
continued, "I am a wizard, and I sell certain magic's. I can sell you
something that will render Vincent harmless to you. In fact, it can make him
your slave if you use it right"
Tony smiled at that idea, though not sure he believed it. "How
much?" he asked, wondering just how much this old man's aid would be.
When the Old Man told him, Tony choked. That was almost more than he
could afford right at the moment. Fortunately, Tony thought, that Old Man
accepted credit cards.
The Old Man handed Tony a small bottle, filled with a pink liquid.
"What's this" Tony asked, getting angry, "Poison? I could have gotten
poison anywhere"
"No" the Old Man said, "Its not poison. You pour this on Vincent,
and it's magic will take care of everything. However, you have to be careful
to get it all on him" As the Old Man went on, explaining what would happen,
Tony felt a smile form on his face.
The next time the heads of the family gathered, Tony smiled to
himself. Patiently, he listened to everyone's reports. How much profit was
coming in on the prostitution ring, the extortion, the gambling and the various
other illegal enterprises.
Finally, Vincent started to reprimand Tony about something minor,
which made Tony smile. Now was the time. Slowly, Tony pulled out the
bottle, opening the lid. A few of the others watched him a little curious,
wondering if it was perhaps some new drug.
As he held it in his hand, he splashed it suddenly on Vincent, though
Vincent was quicker than Tony had expected, and jumped back, getting only
a little more than half of the stuff on him. "What the HELL?" Vincent
demanded, in a soprano, which made everyone suddenly stare.
In front of everyone's eyes, Vincent's dark hair, started growing
longer, and paler, while the rest of his body started to contort and change
shape. His hips widened noticeably, his hips and rear growing out. He
seemed to be shrinking as well, and what caught everyone's eyes the most,
were the two, large round swellings pushing out from his chest.
In less than half a minute, Vincent had turned into a woman, which
was extremely obvious. With long blonde hair and a knockout build.
Vincent was screaming inside his head as he felt the changes wrack
his body, and the pressure pushing outward from his chest. He screamed,
having it come out as a soprano. Finally the pain stopped, and he looked
down, seeing his clothing undergoing the final changes. His professional
suit, was melting away, leaving a sexy little dress. In shock, he realized that
this was just like some of the things his girlfriend wore. He stared at his
bright red, long and manicured nails, all in horror.
Then he turned, looking at Tony, who was smiling. "Gotcha" Tony
snarled. "Now, I'm in charge" Tony looked around the room, at all the
horrified and confused men, "Anyone want to say otherwise?" They all
shook their heads no, not wanting to risk the same fate happening to them.
Leering at his fallen enemy, Tony grinned lustfully, and put a hand on
one of Vincent's generous breasts. Vincent moaned, unable to help himself.
Tony laughed, and kept rubbing.
Vincent couldn't believe this. He felt so horny. Like he needed sex,
and Tony's playing with his nipples certainly wasn't helping anything.
Before he realized it, he found himself rubbing up against Tony, rubbing his
breasts hard. Oddly enough, he realized that he felt perfectly comfortable in
this body.
With effort, he pulled himself away from Tony, and saw that he was
wearing high heels, and that they didn't feel uncomfortable. Looking up, he
realized how much shorter he'd become Vincent stared at everyone around
him, noticing that they were watching him with looks of both horror and lust.
He smiled, feeling himself licking his lips in near anticipation.
Looking again into Tony's face, he saw a look of arrogant triumph,
as Tony sat down into his chair. Vincent felt the old anger rise up inside of
him. Focusing, he ignored the lust his body felt, and the desires within. He
focused his rage, then smiled.
Tony blanched, seeing this gorgeous blonde smile with the same
smile that Vincent had. This wasn't supposed to happen. The Old Man had
said that she would become consumed with lust, and have no memory of her
old life. Instead she just gave Tony that smile. He felt his heart race faster,
suddenly remembering how much of the potion had been spilled.
Vincent grabbed a gun from the table behind him, having kept it there
himself, then still smiling, he shot Tony in the knee cap. Tony screamed out,
but Vincent ignored the screams and started shot the other knee cap.
All the men stared on in horror as Vincent took a knife, from off of
Tony, then cut Tony's pants open. They started vomiting as Vincent cut away
that vital part of Tony, then threw it to the ground. Wanting to get this over
with, Vincent slit Tony's throat, and pushed his body to the floor.
With a smooth feminine grace, Vincent slipped into her old chair, and
put her feet up to the side. She carefully picked a cigar out of her box, and lit
it, sucking in. As she blew the smoke out, she looked across the table at the
family heads, and smiled at them. "I'm in charge" she said in a sexy voice.
"Anyone got any questions or want to argue that fact?" They all shook their
heads no, staring at her in horror and fear.
Vincent smiled, suffused with the familiar aura of fear. No matter
what she looked like, she was still Vincent, The Shark, Martoni. The
meanest, nastiest and most vicious family head around. And no one, but no
one was going to stop her from getting what she wanted.
Looking across at Guido at the end of the table, Vincent, no, she
decided, Vicki it would have to be from no on, started having some pleasant
thoughts about Guido. Smiling to herself, she decided to have some fun. But
business before pleasure, she wanted to make sure that everyone knew just
who was in charge first.
The Old Man groaned. This hadn't gone quite as planned. Maybe
another time, he told himself, putting that thought to the side for the moment.
He had a new customer coming through the door that he had to attend to first.
The End
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