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It's been a while since I did an SRU story and I've missed the
anniversary of its creation.
This is a sort of sidebar to the SRU-AF crossover I did a while
back. That story was the supposedly the beginning of a collaborative
collection, but it failed.
Maybe this story will help revive it.
Or maybe it will just drive another nail into its coffin.
But then, I never received much in the way of review one way or the
other.
Oh well.
Those who archive stories freely may do so, if you so wish. Just
let me know where it's going to be. And don't make any changes
in the text.
Hope you all enjoy it.
Bill
[email protected]
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SRU: Wizard's Guest
by Bill Hart
The old man stood behind the counter calmly awaiting the arrival of
his next guest. He wasn't exactly certain when the young woman would
arrive this evening, but he nevertheless knew she'd arrive this night
before the closing hours of his shop or even this mall in which it was
currently located.
The old man knew she had no other choice.
He'd sent his young apprentice Dannie home. There were a few things
about this expected visitor that he considered unwise for her to know
just now. In addition, the young woman, who would soon arrive, was,
as of this moment in time, someone his still somewhat naive young
apprentice had no need of knowing.
And yet, one day Dannie would know it all. As his apprentice, it was
inevitable.
It was as inevitable as that day when Dannie, as all apprentices
eventually did, would sit in judgment of whatever he had done... for
whatever reasons he might have offered in his defense. It was she
who would one day decide if what he had done was right and proper.
When that time finally came, it was she... and no one else... who
would pass judgment on him.
But that time was still far into the future.
The little bell above the door tinkled as the woman entered.
The old man looked up. He smiled as he recognized the buxom guest
he'd been expecting. "Greetings, Edwina," he smiled. "I've been
expecting you."
"So what else is new?" she replied sarcastically. "I'm going crazy,
old man. You must change me back this time," replied Edwina in a much
softer tone of voice simply oozing sex. "I believe I've paid for my
alleged crimes many times over by now. I never wanted to be a woman.
Have you any idea how it feels to have every man you pass in the
street staring at you with but that one obvious thought on his mind?"
"I have some idea of what you're going through, Edwina. Believe it
or not, I've spent considerable time as an attractive young woman
myself," replied the old man with a distant sigh. "But that's not
why you're here. Tell me - does it feel much different being the
ogled instead of the ogler?" asked the old man. "Have you given it
any thought since the last time you were here, Edwina?"
"You goddamn bastard!" exclaimed Edwina. "You must know that when
I'm away from here, I have no time to think about much of anything
other than sex. This young body your friend cursed me with craves
sex constantly and attracts men like a magnet draws iron to it. And
then, regardless of whatever I'm of a mind to do, this body allows
any man desiring it - there always seems to be another one waiting
for me in some long accursed imaginary line - have his way with me."
"As you asked me the last time you were allowed to find this shop, I
assume you wish to be restored to Edward once again. Is that still
your desire, Edwina?"
"More than anything, old man," replied Edwina softly, a noticeable
tone of hope suddenly evident in her sensuous voice. "I never
deserved to be punished this way. Your friend had no right to turn
me into this woman."
"Possibly. Possibly not. I don't know his reasons," replied the
wizard. "But it's still very strange; I've never known Elmer to cast
this type of spell on anyone before. I'm certain he must have had his
reasons for doing this to you. Just as I'm equally certain he must
have had his reasons for locking this spell with an ancient and
seldom used sentient glyph of justice. But as I've also told you
before only Elmer can judge whether or not you deserve his clemency."
"Then ask him!" demanded Edwina. "Or better yet, tell me where to
find him!"
"I can't," replied the old man. "I wish I could, but I can't. Elmer
has been missing for the past several months. Even though I've
searched for him high and low across countless planes of reality, I
haven't been able to locate even a trace of him anywhere."
"Missing? What the hell do you mean missing?" Edwina glared at the
old man. "He just can't be missing; maybe the dumb bastard's dead,"
she added snidely.
"No, Elmer very definitely still lives," replied the old man. "Of
that I am absolutely certain."
"How can you be so certain he lives when you can't even find him?"
"It's actually quite simply, Edwina. I know because you're here,"
smiled the wizard. "As long as you continue returning to my shop as
you have periodically, I will know that Elmer still lives in whatever
shape and form he's been hidden."
"How is that possible?"
"It's a small part of the spell he cast on you, Edwina. I think I
could easily splice a little into it, but I definitely couldn't safely
remove it in less than three times your mortal span of life. But I
was able to read it easily enough. You or Elmer were to visit one or
the other randomly every so often - I suppose it was to check on your
progress. However, if Elmer couldn't find you or you couldn't find
him you for whatever reason, then the spell compelled you to seek me
out as a substitute.
"I know Elmer must still be alive right now because you're here. If
Elmer were dead the ancient justice glyph would immediately know
through its untraceable bond with its caster. It, if Elmer had died,
would unlock and determine, by its own devices, whether or not it
should release the spell binding you into your current form."
"Let me get this straight - if your missing friend were dead, I'd
become Edward once again," smirked the buxom woman. "I'll pray that
day comes quickly, old man. And if I should ever find him, I'll kill
him myself."
"Killing Elmer might not be the wisest of your decisions, Edwina.
You might become Edward again. But becoming who you'd once been is
only one small possibility among the countless available should Elmer
die. It is equally likely the glyph might merely alter the spell
binding you. As I said, it is sentient; it will make its decision
based on its own thought processes, if it determined the required
justice had not yet been served. You must realize, Edwina, that
should Elmer die, especially at your hand, you could just as easily
wake up the following morning in a soft bed of the local bawdyhouse.
You might be both physically and mentally a happy and contented,
possibly even more sexually insatiable and far more buxom, woman than
you currently are."
"That's not fair!" screamed Edwina angrily. "I've served my time -
more in fact. I demand you remove this damn spell from me at once!
Do you hear me, old man?"
"You need not shout, Edwina. It won't alter the facts," replied the
wizard calmly. "As I've often told you before, I can't remove your
spell. Your best hope still lies in Elmer's safe return.
"Of course, you could try your luck with the Wizard's Council,
provided they were of a mind to let you find them. But before
attempting that approach, you should be advised that the Council
typically employs the utmost simplicity in solving their problems.
They would very likely remove your spell simply by erasing your
existence. Your spell would be removed and they would be done
with you - forever.
"Even if I could instantly release your spell, I have no way, other
than your word, of knowing whether you have or haven't served the full
sentence Elmer intended you to serve. However, I doubt you're overly
trustworthy; there would have been no reason to employ a glyph like
this one if you were. And trust me, Edwina, this type of justice
glyph tends to get really cranky when a wizard, other than the one
who first set it into place, tries to open it prematurely. It's one
of the biggest reasons this type of glyph is seldom used." The old
man smiled. "Too many wizards wound up serving concurrent sentences.
"But enough of that. Can you tell me how many men you have lain with
since becoming a woman, Edwina?"
"I don't have the slightest idea, old man. There have been so many
and they are always so near. I lost count a long time ago."
"How many women did you rape while you were Edward?"
"Rape? I never raped any of them, you blind old fool. All those
hot bitches were clearly walking the street advertising for some
action. All they got from me was what they were obviously wanting
and looking for. Everyone single one of them enjoyed herself
immensely while we were together."
"Whether or not they wanted to be with you at all?"
"Trust me on this, old man, they all wanted to be with me," grinned
Edwina. "They all wanted what I had to give them; they wanted it in
the worst possible way." Edwina's grin faded. "Before your asinine
friend transformed me into this woman, I always gave those wanton
sluts exactly what they wanted. Those few ungrateful bitches that
ran crying to him may have fooled that gullible friend of yours into
thinking otherwise, but I know, just as all of them know, they all
got everything they ever wanted from me and then some."
"How many were there?" asked the old man.
"I don't know. I never started counting. Besides, they're just
bitches; who the fuck cares anyway?"
The old man frowned at her response. Not that he'd expected it would,
Edwina's story hadn't changed appreciably from the previous months.
The old man was once again sorely tempted, as he had been that first
time several months ago Edwina had come to him, to erase all her
memories of being Edward from her mind. However, even if Edward
seemed a hopeless case to him, it had clearly been Elmer's intention
for an enlightened and reformed Edward to someday return. But he
wouldn't truly know his friend's rationale until after he found him.
And it was also abundantly obvious to him that Edward's time of
womanhood was far from being over.
"Excuse me, good sir," said Edwina, the angry gone and a brief hint
of fear in her voice, "but I must return to my work now. The Madame
doesn't like her girls being late for work." She smiled warmly at
the wizard. "You know, it's really too bad you're so old."
The old man watched as the sexy young woman whose personality had now
resumed full and complete control of her body turned and strolled
sensuously out of his shop. The little bell tinkled as she left, but
before the door could close behind her, he'd seen several male heads
turn in her direction.
He'd known from the abrupt change in her manner of addressing him that
the spell had reactivated once more locking Edward's persona away in
some deep recess of her mind, where he could only observe while Edwina
laid with man after man pleasuring herself thoroughly.
Although Edward was now imprisoned within Edwina's mind, the old man
knew he'd have to return unless Elmer's status changed. As soon as
Edward's persona took control of Edwina's body in a month or so, he'd
know - it was a part of the spell - Edward was once again on his way
to check in.
And once Edward arrived, the old man wondered if this scene between
them would once again play out the same as it had this time; in fact,
as it had nearly every time over the last several months. But Edward
had only been surprised coming to his shop that first time. After
that, it was as if he'd always come. Still, the old man thought it
strange that Edward apparently remembered each time he'd visited him
at his shop, but always seemed surprised when he told him Elmer was
missing.
However, the old man still hoped he'd find his missing friend before
the next time Edward returned. He stirred those memories again. But
even though he doubted he could find Elmer before another month had
too quickly passed, there was always a sense of renewed hope whenever
the odious Edward came calling in control of Edwina's body.
THE END
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