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The Phone Booth
Stored anger over the modern justice's system combined with annoyance
over the local police force's incapability to get the real criminals
wouldn't have mattered much if Inez hadn't happened to be a Witch.
[Warning! This story could be apprehended as cruel.]
[By Nabiky S.]
[You are all most welcome to write stories about the Phone Booth if you
like, I declare it an open universe.]
***
Strangely enough Inez felt no remorse for what she was doing. She knew
doing this could and most likely would hurt a few innocent people but
this time had Inez put her conscience aside. After all, you can't make
an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Armed with that knowledge,
Inez thought that if she only hit her target then a few hurt innocent
people were a small price to pay compared to the damaged that could be
done in the long run. Yet, Inez had made few adjustments to protect the
pure hearted from her spell's full impact.
Inez started her voodoo chant while she poured the mixed red sand two
laps around the phone booth. She smiled. It was almost done now. Inez
lifted up a parchment script prewritten in her own blood towards the
moon.
"Validus phasmatis fungi mie cupio EQUITAS." She screamed and repeated
three times.
"Shut the fuck up!" Somebody screamed back.
Inez grunted pleased as flames suddenly burst out on the script. The
demon realm had heard and accepted her offering. The complex spell was
now activated. The angry blue flames rapidly grew in size and Inez
dropped the parchment. The flames threw spooky shadows in the dark ally
as they burned the parchment down to dust. Inez lifted up her next
item. The scared rooster made a protesting squawk as she turned it
upside down on the floor of the booth. With a single blow, she chopped
its head off and splattered the glass walls with the bird's pumping
blood.
Now the spell was complete. Inez smiled again reviling a set of teeth
that could have scared off a shark. Any normal good-hearted male should
feel a strong urge not to enter the phone booth; it was a simple
precaution of her. However, many decent males didn't match the normal
profile and those guys would most likely enter so Inez had added in a
few guard spells that would analyse the target's mind deeper than the
transforming demon spell. If the analyse confirmed that the wrong type
of subject had indeed entered then the guard spell would enter level
two, the protective mode and activate support spells.
Which type of support spell all depended on the earlier analyse. Inez
had added a few surprises that she thought fitted the typical wife
beater, the constant unfaithful and other bad men that needed
punishment but didn't deserve the curse's full impact. If that type of
bad men managed to enter then the phone booth would pass its judgement
and execute the sentence after Inez settings. Inez wasn't entirely
convinced that an all through good guy could come near the phone booth
and absolutely not entered it. Yet, you never knew when it came down to
the more odd ones. Anyway, should the impossible happen then the
activated spells wouldn't just reduce the impact of the demon curse but
also change reality slightly and completely overwrite the curse's
meaner parts. Inez thought those mild remaining changes wouldn't be a
too big disadvantage for an honest guy anyway.
No, it was the bad guys she wanted. Inez had actually turned the phone
booth into a magnet that attracted mean and sadistic guys. She wanted
revenge. The grandchild to a close friend of hers had been raped this
very same phone booth and worse, the guilty guy had gotten away with
it, or so he thought. Anyway, the poor girl had been the second woman
who had experienced rape in that phone booth. "Coincidences" the
inquiring police had said. That statement had made Inez furious. Well
now the trap was set and she had added an extra spell that should lure
the evil man back to the booth.
Unfortunately, it hadn't been possible to make a spell that would wait
and only work on the man she wanted and then fade away to nothing. So
Inez had constructed a magic lamp, the lamp would tell her if the phone
booth had been used. A green light would flash normally in those cases
but should the man she wanted her revenge on enter then it would glow
dark red. Once Inez got that red light then she would remove the curses
and make the phone booth harmless again. Inez collected her remaining
belonging and started walking home. Inez smiled her scary smile again
knowing the whole neighbourhood had a good chance to become a lot safer
if the numerous gangs passed by the phone booth a few times.
A loud but short scream suddenly stopped Inez travel. She tried to look
deeper into the darkness of the narrow back ally while she listened;
muffled moans and cries emerged from its dark deep. Inez' face formed a
grim expression over her discovery but then she recognized the ally.
She had passed by here several hours ago on her way to the phone booth.
This was the same place where a gang of young, evil looking men had
rushed out with their knives high in the air demanding all valuables
and money.
Naturally, the gang had been no match at all for Inez. You see, she had
a slogan: "Never leave home without a few quick pre-pared spells". She
just transformed the leader into a nude front heavy girl version of
himself and quickly added a tenfold strengthen excitement spell on the
remaining guys. After that, the gang had a much higher priority to
attend to and completely forgot all about the old woman's existence.
The boys grabbed the paralysed gang leader and rapidly carried him back
into the dark ally. If the former gang leader still hadn't been so
shocked then he would have interpret the clear message that shone in
the boys' eyes. That surprise was step two in Inez recipe how to
cripple a gang.
You see, the gang members would come to realize they needed a new
leader once the excitement spell wore off and the guys became able to
use their higher brain functions but with the former leader's fate
fresh in their minds they would have serious trouble filling that
sudden vacancy. It usually worked that way with gangs. Fear was a
mighty ally when used properly.
The pace of the muffled sounds told Inez the three remaining boys had
good stamina but then again, that spell had been created to deal with a
much larger gang, so they would probably keep going for several hours
more. Imagine what an idiot that leader was, trying to rob a real
Witch. Well he should know the error in that now. If not, then you
might say he was busy learning that by heart. Anyway, that free lesson
alone would last several lifetimes and after it should make the former
gang leader see things in a different light. Perhaps even become a nice
law-abiding girl. Well, that part was the girl's own choice.
Inez smiled. No doubt, the tough-looking gang leader would have serious
trouble both waking and sitting down for along time. Yes, Inez nodded
she would probably meet that former guy at the hospital the next
morning. She usually did, after all she was a nurse too. Not as a
needed occupation, no it was more a hobby that usually gave her good
opportunities to make the unknowing doctors do 'miracles'. Inez nodded
silently and started walking again. She felt so pleased with her day's
deeds that she only briefly looked across the street giving the short
man who moved along the shadows no more than a suspicious glance.
***
Jerold Cuevas licked his lips, had he actually been tempted to have his
way with that old woman, he shook his head. Jerold hadn't been this
aroused for a long time. Just hearing the muffled sounds from the on-
going rape was ten fold better than any porn movie. Dario Sprague's
mean gang was definitely giving some bitch the banging of her life.
Jerold smiled at a memory, he had had a great screw just a week ago but
not on the dirty ground of a back ally. No, he had done it in a clean
phone both just as his brother, Niles use to do it. Actually, Niles had
advised him to use phone booths. It muffled the screams and prevented
an escape that was what his brother claimed. Well he had been right.
Jerold stared confused at the phone booth. He had returned to the scene
of his crime but he couldn't understand why. Jerold turned around, he
wanted to go back to the ally where Dario's gang had their fun. He
already missed the girl's screams and moans. Jerold shook his head in
disbelief, once again was he facing the phone booth and almost had to
force his feet to stay still. Jerold noticed the lamp he had broken
hadn't been replaced so the booth still bathed in deep shadows.
Despite the darkness could Jerold see there was something different
with the booth. Curiosity brought him closer. Somebody had messed up
the phone booth. Blood splattered its insides. Yet, that didn't worried
Jerold since he suspected the blood came from the dead rooster he just
stepped on. "What was it with people nowadays?" Jerold wondered. Why
had they this compulsive behaviour to mess up and destroy phone booths?
Suddenly Jerold realized he was closing the door from the inside of the
filthy booth. A cold grasped his heart and paralysed him, instinctive
fear. Blackness rushed in, brutally pushing away all thoughts.
Some half hour later became Jerold aware again, he could see, hear and
taste but that was it. Jerold immediately wished he had none of that
back. Not only did he fight desperately against the feeling of being
helplessly choked but he also had to fight off a nausea on a lever he
never thought possible to reach. Time seemed as it stood still, just
that endlessly repeating loop. No, he could even think the thought.
Suddenly without even a warning, the eternity ended and the old man
came deep in his throat, the blowjob was done and his body stopped
acting of its own will. Tears ran down Jerold cheeks, as he looked down
in disbelief on the five dollar he just earned.
Jerold discovered the impossible, he stood in a dark corner of a well-
known red light street, high heeled and skimpy dressed. He had trouble
grasping what had happen and what he was now. Confused, Jerold squeezed
the triple D-cupped breasts on his chest, trying to catch on. Furiously
he shook his head trying to deny it all but he couldn't ignore the
facts. He was a woman, dressed as a whore, standing a whore street. How
he had ended up here, like this, had he no ideas.
Jerold tried to remember. He forced himself through a blur of confusion
sorting memories but the last hour was completely gone from his
memories. He remembered leaving his flat walking for a while then the
next second was he sucking cock like his life depended on it. No, no,
No! Jerold's mind suddenly screamed but his blue fishnet-stocked legs
ignored him and speeded up, clearly to intercept a potential customer.
Jerold found himself being nothing more but a passenger in this body,
helplessly he listened as his body went through a long pricelist.
Relief washed over Jerold like a tidal wave as the man turned around
apparently uninterested but then his body once again intercepted. This
time it haggled. Half the price was agreed on and that for a loathsome
task. Jerold wanted to scream as his body bended forward spreading the
legs slightly so the horn- dog man could have his way with him in the
wrong hole. Afterwards, a crying and sore Jerold quickly tried to get
home but the autopilot took over every time he observed a new male. It
hunted down any potential customers and no price seemed to be too low.
Jerold got further and further away from his flat and he slowly started
to realize he had but one hope left but where were the cops? Why didn't
they arrest him?
***
Amazed Cleo stared at the specially made magic lamp standing aside in
grandma Inez bedroom. The red glowing light in its top had started some
hour ago but now it was joined by a green light at its foot. Cleo
couldn't understand how the lamp could glow all by itself. He lifted up
the strange looking lamp, wondering why it glowed when it had no cables
or batteries. Curious over the strange mystery, Cleo shook the lamp but
that made the lights fade. Concerned, Cleo shook it harder to make it
go back as it was but that killed the light right off instead. Scared
by the fact that he had broken his grandma's funny lamp he carefully
put it back on the table and silently sneaked away to the kitchen,
joining his mom.
"You haven't touched anything, have you?" Inez asked the boy as she
returned from a short house call. Cleo shook his head so intensively he
felt dizzy.
"Good boy," Inez smiled and taped the boy's head.
After a quick check relaxed Inez everything seemed in order. It was
nice to have her daughter visiting her occasionally but she couldn't
help worry that little Cleo would break some of her magic items. Her
home had never been that good place for children.
Two weeks later Inez stared at her magic lamp with hate in her eyes.
She couldn't understand why none her spells had worked, the lamp would
have told her if anybody had even entered the phone booth but there it
stood all dark. The thought of all her preparations and hard work made
her furious and the lamp landed heavily in the dumpster outside. Inez
never saw the lamp making a last flicker.
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