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Hell Hath No Fury Part 13 of 37
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5. F-21 Days Hope and Tragedy -  John's Tale.
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I tried to fight my way through the crowds towards Cathline. In my old 
body I may have been able to do it but with this one I was helpless. I last 
saw her stretch out a hand towards me shouting 'John' but soon she was 
swept away from me.
 
I went back to the hotel to wait for her return as she is bound to arrive 
soon. In the meantime I'll try on some of the gifts we had brought for 
each other. Cathline was right I will make the most of this body while I 
can. I feel much more sexy now and am ready when she is. I've had 
enough of touching my self up, I want to be a real woman now. 
 
Which top, Oh yes the silky one I had just brought. I took off my faded T-
Shirt and again marvelled at the sight of my heaving chest. I'll never get 
used to it and don't really want to either. The shirt fitted perfectly. Once 
again I saw the gentle curve of my body and how it flowed into my cute 
ass. I felt a warm feeling below as I moistend up and I fought down the 
temptation to explore some more. I must wait for Cathline.
 
Strange she's been gone for nearly four hours. Probably got lost or 
something. I drifted off to sleep.
  
I awoke and it was daylight again .Had I really slept that long?
 
"Cath" I called.
 
No reply and the side next to me had not been slept in. She must have got 
back by now. All thoughts of a sexy reunion left as I was now very 
worried. Using the guests handbook next to the phone I called the police. 
It was hard to make myself understood but I think I managed to get my 
message across.
 
An hour later a swarthy looking cop turned up. He was looking 
concerned and he spoke in heavily accented but understandable English.
 
"How long has your friend been gone?"He asked.
 
"Just over a day" I answered.
 
"Hmm have you a photograph you let me copy?" He asked.
 
"Sure" I went to my wallet in the drawer and got out the picture I kept in 
there of Cathline. Looking at it made me miss her more. I gave it to the 
cop.
 
"I will return this to you as soon as I can. In the meantime stay here in 
your room so that when she comes back you will know" .
 
"Ok" I replied.
 
"I will see you tommorow" And the cop left.
 
This was serious, Cathline would never be gone so long. Something must 
have happened to her. But what? I lay on my bed worrying for most of 
the night. Everytime I heard footsteps outside I would sit up and expect 
her face to pop round the door and she would whisk me off to bed. Still I 
will keep a log of my travels and feelings so that we can look back and 
see how silly I was to worry. 
 
I must have drifted off to sleep as I awoke the next day. Still no Cathline 
anywhere. There was a knock at the door.
 
"Cath" I shouted and flung open the door. My heart sank when I saw it 
was the same cop from yesterday.
 
"I'm sorry no-one has seen this lady. She is not in any of our hospitals 
and nobody has found a body. I have spoken to the police in Syria and 
they report that a lady looking like her has been seen in Aleppo".
 
"Of course Syria, that was to be our next stop on our tour" I exclaimed.
 
"That maybe where she has gone, I will keep an eye out for her here, I 
take it you have tickets to Syria?". The cop asked.
 
"Damascus".
 
"I will put you in contact with the Syrian police. They can arrange for 
you to get to Aleppo" .
 
"Thanks very much" .
 
"Here is your photograph back. We have copied at and passed it to all 
forces in the area. You may keep this to aid your search" I took the photo 
back and thanked the cop again.
 
At last a lead! Syria, why she would go to Syria without me? I've no idea 
but at least she is still alive and well. I packed my things right away and 
checked out of the hotel.
 
Never fly local airlines in the middle-east as the plane looked as though it 
would fall apart but after an uneventful flight I arrived at Damascus. 
Another cop was waiting for me at the arrival lounge. I can only describe 
him as tall, dark and handsome. He introduced himself as Salah and said 
that he would take me to Aleppo. I wonder why the five star treatment. 
Maybe it's because they wanted to get on the good side of the US. I did'nt 
like being a pawn in a political game but at least it made the task of 
finding Cathline easier.
 
We got into an old but rugged looking jeep. Salah was a gentleman and 
knew how to treat a lady. He threw my luggage in the back and opened 
the door for me to let me get in first.
 
"You may sleep when you wish. We have a long journey ahead" Salah 
said.
 
I did'nt feel very tired but thanked him for the tip.
 
Soon we were out of the bustle of Damascus and out into the desert. 
Actually the scenery was very varied, bleached moutain ranges 
surrounded us which slowly gave way to the more traditional desert 
scene.
 
Five hours later we reached the large town of Homs. I was thirsty,dusty 
and very much in need of  a shower. I mentioned this to Salah who drove 
me to what can only be described as a basic hotel. He went inside and 
came out about ten minutes later.
 
"I will sleep here" he said pointing to the jeep. I have arranged a room 
for you. We will meet tommorow at six, we still have a long way to go.
 
As the gentleman he was he took my bags into my room, I followed him 
in. By normal western standards the room would be described as spartan 
but it did at least have running water and a flask of bottled water was 
ready for drinking. No shower alas. 
 
"Goodnight Salah" I said exhausted.
 
"Goodnight" and he took my hand and kissed it. I felt a thrill run thru 
me and instantly felt guilty. I'm a man for fucks sake. What was I 
thinking. I did'nt have anytime to reply as Salah left the room, closing 
the creaky door behind him.
 
I drunk the flask of water dry and collapsed onto my bed. Nearly there 
Cathline, soon I'll be renunited with you. I held that thought, ignoring 
the way I had felt when Salah had kissed my hand and got on with 
updating my log. A couple of hours later more tired than I had ever been 
I drifted off to sleep.
 
Refreshed from my first good nights sleep in nearly three days I awoke 
and met Salah outside. He had very thoughtfully paid for me and all that 
was left was for me to sign the bill. It seemed strange signing 'Jane 
Norton' but I had to do it.
 
Salah gave me breakfast on the way. A delicous combination of fruit and 
bread. The scenery was similar to before. Rolling hills of desert mixed in 
with green fields where irrigation had taken hold. Here and there were 
small villages of mainly goat-herders and farmers. The one thing that 
struck me was now matter how tatty the town looked the mosque was 
always in pristine condition. These people clearly took their faith 
seriously.
 
Some hours later we arrived at Aleppo. A busy city similar to Damascus 
set on hills of white limestone. Salah said it was the second city of Syria. 
Looking at the crowds I could believe it. We parked in a small side street 
and Salah got out of the jeep and said "Stay Here".
 
Not wanting to wander around alone in this place I did as I was told and 
stayed in the jeep.
 
About an hour later still no sign of Salah. I was getting impatient, I knew 
however not to go walkabout as this would most likely get me into the 
kind of trouble that Cathline may be in.
 
Suddenly I was surrounded by a mob of rough looking men. They leered 
at me and jabbered away in Arabic. I felt rough hands try to paw me thru 
the open window of the jeep. I moved to wind up the window but the 
hands forcing the windows down were too strong. I screamed in terror as 
I began to be pulled out of the jeep's window. No matter how much I 
struggled the men were stronger.
 
When all seemed lost I heard a shout "Qubth-ut something". All but one 
of the men scattered in terror, the other drew a large curved sythe and 
stood his ground. I looked as to who my savior was. Thank God it was 
Salah, I've never been so relieved in my life.
 
My eyes detected a blurr, and I heard a sharp 'Thiick' noise and my 
assaliant fell to the floor writhing in pain,his throat slit.
 
Salah stood over him impassive but victorious. He wiped a small, thin 
blade on his sleave and sheathed it in a smooth well praticed movement.
 
"Are you Ok?" he asked.
 
"You've killed him" I shrieked, shocked at the ease in which my guide 
had dispatched my attacker.
 
"He was a dog, such people are rare in my country but he deserved to 
die" was Salah's chilling reply.
 
"How did you learn to move so fast?" I asked
 
"I learned from my father, and his father before me. The source of my  
skills go back over a thousand years. You are quite safe with me lady 
Jane. Come I will take you to a hotel". At this Salah lit a small cigarette. 
I did'nt know he smoked. As the smell drifted past me I recognised it 
from my student days. It was the umistakable smell of hashish. Salah was 
either high or thoughtful as he did'nt say another word until he ran into 
the hotel.
 
Salah was still in his stupified state so I left him in the jeep and went to 
my room.  The room was far better than the one in Homs as it had a real 
shower. I stripped off and stood under the warm flowing water for hours. 
I could feel the water running down my breasts and as I rubbed myself 
down I could feel myself being aroused. Not at my touch or the thought 
of Cathline's but of being touched by Salah. My knight in armor. My 
hand reached down to my slit and pleasure waves swept over me has my 
finger went in.  I was now really wishing Salah was here. I had never 
desired a man before but as a woman I wanted one now.
 
Much to my disapointment Salah did not turn up so I dried myself off 
and waited for him. Darkness came suddenly but still no Salah. Tired out 
by all the excitment of the day I went to sleep.
 
The next day Salah met me for breakfast in the hotel. I had never noticed 
how his eyes were deep pools of mystery. Who was this man who could 
kill as easily as I could breath?,why did he smoke dope after killing and 
not any other time? I must find out.
 
"Why did you smoke after killing that man?" I asked.
 
"It was to honour my ancestors and to avenge the works of the Mamluk 
Sultan" Salah replied. Oh those eyes.
 
 "I see. You are the most mysterious man I have ever met" I said
 
"Do not get ideas Jane Norton. I am faithful to my wife. Unlike you in 
our country we take such vows seriously. I am here to help you find your 
friend and nothing else" he said.
 
Inside I went quiet. Fuck Salah was married.. 
 
"Any news?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.
 
"None as yet. It is too dangerous for you to follow me where I must go. 
You must stay here. You may not be as lucky next time" He said 
 
"I will stay" I said sadly.
 
The days drifted past. Salah went out each day but returned empty 
handed each time. I began to fear for Cathline as each day went past. At 
least the hotel had a pool in which I could enjoy myself. I remembered 
the threesome with Liz,Cathline and myself. When we get back I'll do it 
again. Still this time gives me chance to update my log with the events of 
the past few days.
 
Inside I was in turmoil. I now began to think of myself as female. No 
longer were my breasts and slit alien to me. They belonged to me, they 
were part of me. I wonder how Cathline will react to this when she 
returns. Judging by her performance in the pool all that time ago she 
probably would'nt mind that much. I have a decision to make when I 
return. To go back to John or stay as Jane Norton.
 
Two weeks after we had got here Salah came with some news.
 
"We have located her in Egypt. She was seen going into Luxor hotel a 
day ago. Come we have'nt much time".
 
I packed in a blur and we sped to the airport. I asked Salah why we did 
not fly the first time. He explained that he needed the time spent 
travelling to set up his contacts here in Aleppo. Besides I only had tickets 
to Damascus. He joked about me wanting to be rid of him. Oh Salah what 
might have been.
 
I could'nt help but shed a tear when I said goodbye to my brown eyed 
knight. Goodbye Salah, maybe I will come back for you. Wife or no Wife.
 
My flight to Cairo was uneventful and the swarthy cop met me at the 
arrivals lounge.
 
"Come quickly we have found something" he said. 
 
"What about my luggage?" .
 
"That has been taken care of. We have found a note in a room the Luxor 
hotel".
 
"What's it say?".
 
"Later, quickly you must come" He said.
 
He practically pushed me into his car and we drove to the Luxor Hotel.
 
"Remember you have a flight soon. I will pick you up and take you to the 
airport when you are done here" he said.
 
Stupid I had nearly forgotten that my flight left tonight. I wonder how he 
knew. No matter here is the hotel.
 
"Now I can tell you" he said.
 
"Why not earlier?" I asked still puzzled.
 
"Time is important we needed to ensure you got here first, now we have 
some time to spare I will tell you" He stated.
 
"So tell me" I demanded
 
"The note said that your friend Cathline has left for America. She wants 
to leave her husband John to be with a Dr Bexley She has left you a tape 
to explain and wants you to take back some cases to give to John. To get 
to them you must explain to the manager that you have forgotten your 
luggage and want the room key back. If we were late the tape and 
luggage would be cleared away, as would your only chance of finding 
your friend".
 
My heart sank at the news. I must remain calm.  I was wrong to trust that 
Bexley bitch. I'll get her but not before I change back should I want to. 
I've also decided to post my log to Cathline via Vickie Turner so that 
Cathline will see what I've been thru and maybe come back to me. I'll do 
that as soon as I land.
 
"What's on the tape?" I asked.
 
"We do not know, we have not yet been inside. That part is now up to 
you. I will wait here".
 
"Bye and thanks" and with that I rushed out of the car and into the hotel. 
The manager approached me 
 
"Yes madam".
 
"I'm such a scatterbrain. I left my luggage in my room" I said, putting on 
my most embarrassed look.
 
"Ah yes I remember you" he went of to the reception desk and gave me a 
roomkey.
 
I took the stairs and opened the door. Sure enough was some suitcases 
with 'Jane Norton' on them and a cassette tape was placed on the bedside 
table. I took both and took the elevator back down.
 
The cop rushed me to the airport and I soon cleared customs. I sat down 
in the departure lounge and waited. How could Cathline do this to me. 
She's left me for another woman. I felt drained and tired I put my head in 
my hands and thought of all the fun we had, had together. 
 
I looked up and saw a blonde haired woman looking at me. That's right, 
I'm hurting, you can just piss off back to your own world I thought. The 
woman quickly looked away, ashamed I guess. Cute body though, just 
like mine.
 
I boarded the plane still almost in tears and sat down in front of that 
blonde bitch. I least I wouldn't have to see her pitied expression 
anymore. 
 
As she got up to go to the bathroom I noticed the way she moved, very 
similar to me, almost catlike.Come on John you're tired and exhausted 
get some sleep. I couldn't help but ogle at her when she came back. Very 
cute indeed, her lips are a little thin though. 
 
I slept most of the way over, my heart still in splinters over Cathline 
leaving me.
 
Immigration was painless and after posting the log to home I walked out 
into a brightly lit tunnel. My eyes saw a familiar crop of auburn hair. 
That face, that beautiful face was unmistakable even though she looked a 
little unkempt. Dr Elizabeth Bexley was waiting for me and what's she 
got in her hand...
 
F DAY..
 
6. F-14 days And the Kat Came Back - Kat's Tale.
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I needed some space to think and clear my head after nearly losing him 
last night. This is why I'm sitting down, alone in the hotel bar, just 
thinking.
 
I couldn't believe what was happening to us. A demon, A succubus from 
his past has arisen and is threatening to destroy us before we have even 
started out.  The demon's name is Dr Elizabeth Bexley. I cannot even 
bring myself to say HER name, such is my hatred for HER.
 
I'll never forget his face when he stared down at his right leg and saw, 
what he described as an identical copy of HERS. It was then that I knew 
we had been cursed. Naturally I tried to comfort him but inside I know 
that we cannot escape the fate SHE's prepared for us.  
 
I am more than angry. What right has SHE to destroy us in this way. He 
left her for valid and noble reasons, he chose me over her. I'm just 
furious. I've not told him this yet as I want to always show an 
understanding side so as not to panic him but this could wreck us for 
good. I'm no lesbian in spite of my advances. I just want a honeymoon, 
any honeymoon.
 
His lack of sex drive also hurts me. I know it's difficult for him but he is 
so special to me I just had to wait until we were married. I wish to God 
that I had not.  Now we stand the very good chance of never 
consummating our union. I wanted kids for God's sake. 'Hell bitch' 
you've robbed me of that as well.
 
I don't hold out much hope of finding a cure either. SHE wouldn't go to 
this much trouble if she was going to give us a chance. What do we do? 
SHE seems invincible. I count myself as pretty intelligent but her plan 
seems to have no flaws what so ever . I feel pleased I managed to work 
out part of it but I cannot think of any possible countermeasure. I just 
hold on to a glimmer of hope that the antidote is real. Somehow I don't 
think so.
 
I hate holding things back from him,especially since he's not well but 
judging by his reaction today about becoming HER I think I'm right to do 
so.
 
That's another thing I feel so guilty about giving him that pill. 'Hell 
bitch' you know I love him, and will not see him hurt. You've turned me 
into your weapon of hatred and I'm powerless to do anything about it. A 
slave to love.
 
I said almost out loud
 
I serve notice to you, Hell Bitch that I have drawn a line in the sand 
against you. Whatever the price, however long it takes, my husband and I 
will be together. Failing that, even if it costs me my life we will be 
avenged.
 
 Just what I don't want some guys are coming over to the table. One is 
huge, almost like a gorilla. The other swarthy looking with very white 
teeth. Can't they see I'm a married woman.
 
"A beautiful woman like you should not be alone" one said showing 
glimmering white teeth.
 
"I'm not! My husband is due down soon" I answered showing them my 
ring.
 
"You will come with us" 'Teeth' said.
 
"Sorry I'm not that kind of girl"
 
"You will be huh huh" 'Apeman' grunted. 'Apeman' pulled a small, 
sinister looking knife from his pocket. I froze.
 
"No screams or you die now" 'Teeth' said.
 
By the look on 'Apeman's face he meant it.
 
"Where do you want me to go" I said. I can make a run for it later I 
thought.
 
'Take this' 'Teeth' said thrusting out a pill.
 
"What's this for?" I asked(Is this HER work?)
 
"Take it" 'Apeman' said showing me more of the knife.
 
With no choice I took the pill and swallowed it down with the remains of 
my Pepsi.
 
"Now come with us".
 
"No chance" I snarled.
 
I saw a blur of color and looked down to see that a little of my hair had 
been sliced off. Not enough to really be noticed but enough to make me 
come with them. Man was he quick.
 
I got into their car and 'Apeman' sat next to me holding me at 
knifepoint. Why was my head feeling woozy. 'Hell bitch' if this is your 
doing you'll get triple back.
 
 I felt very sleepy and didn't notice where we were going.
 
I awoke naked and missing my wedding ring. I was in a dimly lit room 
which smelled of some exotic perfume. Now what?
 
I felt the blood begin to pulse around my body, each heartbeat seemed to 
get louder and louder. Without warning my legs gave way. Please God 
not a man, not me 'Hell bitch' you die.
 
I stared at my skin which was becoming more tanned and almost Arabian 
in color. The flesh on my legs began to almost melt and reshape. I could 
feel no pain but my legs were certainly different. They lacked that 
athletic shape I'd worked so hard to get but they had an almost regal look 
to them. I studied their shape and much to my relief they were still 
female .
 
My relief was short lived when I had a twinge in my womb. My hips 
were reforming before my eyes.  I did feel a little faint but it soon past. 
How could I not have noticed. My waist was now impossibly thin and 
although my hips had shrunk a little I now had literally an hour glass 
figure. What next had that hell bitch prepared for me.
 
I felt an erotic sensation as my breasts reshaped from their normal size to 
much smaller ones. What was going on?.
 
My hands began to ache and I stared at them as my arms reformed into a 
much more delicate shape. I felt woozy and had to rest and I couldn't 
help but fall asleep.
 
Sometime later I awoke and so that my whole body shape was changed. 
Still female(thank god) but I could no longer really be called Kat.
 
My head began to spin. Someone was trying to pull my hair out or at 
least it felt like I. I took hold of my ever growing locks and saw that not 
only was it growing it had turned a silky Arabic black. Who the fuck was 
I going to be. The hair stopped growing when it reached  my ass, but was 
that my nose starting to ache. I grabbed it and found to my horror that it 
was larger and a different shape than before. I went blind for a few 
seconds and when my sight returned and I felt my face it felt much 
different in shape. What did I now look like, who was I??
 
My head cleared enough to look around and I saw a light switch. 
Walking over was an effort as I guess I still had to get used to my new 
body. I flicked the switch and the lights came on.
 
The room was filled with exotic cushions, curtains filled every wall and 
sweet smelling flowers were everywhere. In the corner was what looked 
like a full length mirror, covered by a cloth. I had to look so I rushed over 
to the mirror and ripped the cloth away.
 
One look in the mirror was enough I screamed.
 
Standing in the mirror ,true to life was Jasmine from Aladdin. 
Everything was there, from the deep brown eyes, small mouth and long 
hair to the slender waist and long legs.
 
"Very funny 'hell bitch'" I said out loud. 
 
I saw now that she couldn't have turned me into a man. That would 
mean that we could be together(with me as the husband). This way 
everyone would stare at me and say 'Wow that lady looks just like 
Jasmine'. Our life would now be even worse.
 
I'll teach you to make me a Disney character you hell bitch.
 
I was very tired, I guess it was because of the changes I'd gone thru. So I 
collapsed onto a cushion and slept.
 
I awoke some time later to find a blue dress on the floor next to me. 
Holding it up I saw that it was the same off the shoulder outfit that 
Jasmine wore. Ha Ha Ha very funny NOT . With nothing else to wear 
however I put it on.
 
'Teeth' and 'Apeman' came in a few minutes later and teeth said
"Excellent, we were told you'd look different in the light of day. You 
must dance for us. Your buyers are watching".
 
What! SHE's still not done with me. A chilling thought struck me. SHE 
wants me to disappear, that's why she's changed me and there's only one 
sure way to get someone to disappear in this part of the world, Harem.
 
I vowed before this that I would do anything so we could be back together 
as husband and wife, wife and wife or whatever. If that means submitting 
myself to humiliation in a harem for ten years so be it. I will do whatever 
I can to gain favor so I can get myself in a position to escape.
 
Some music started and remembering my vow I started to dance as 
erotically as I could. I ran my hand down my new breasts and over my 
hips. With my other hand I took hold of some of my hair and ran it past 
my face. I swayed in time to the music as best as I could.
 
I noticed that 'teeth' and 'apeman' were getting worked up about 
something. I kinda hoped it was my dancing but I don't think so.
 
'Teeth' said "Take your dress off". 
 
I obeyed letting it slip to the floor. This new body of mine moved very 
well. Half an hour later the music stopped and 'teeth' told me to but the 
dress back on. Which much relieved I did so.
 
"You are very lucky" 'Teeth' said.
 
"Why?" I asked(interesting my voice is different, God! not like Jasmine's 
as well).
 
"No woman in our history has ever sold for so much as you. You have 
raised three million US Dollars and have been sold to the best Harem in 
the Arab world. They will treat you kindly and you will not be forced into 
anything that you do not wish to do" Teeth replied.

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