Message-ID: <4915eli$9710161157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4915.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 14/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016133101.JAA10717@ladder01.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 14 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 'Kat' or should I say 'Jas' looks like your luck is about to change. The door opened and in walked how shall we put this an Adonis. He was tall with deep brown eyes and not a muscle(and there were plenty of them) was out of place. "I see that my money was not wasted, come my princess" Adonis gestured for me to follow. This I did wondering if I was right not to resist, in spite of all this mans charm I was married to the man I loved. If I was ever to see him again I must gain this man's trust. I followed him outside and into a large white limousine. He gave me a glass of champagne and said "You are the most beautiful of all my women, no man shall have you except me, you will serve no man except me. All my riches are as nothing to your beauty". I couldn't help but feel a glow of pleasure being complemented in this way. I guess I must call him master or something "Thank you master". "I am not your master, how could anyone lay claim to such beauty. You may call me Hassan and you will be at my side, always. I will not have you unless you consent for that would corrupt your beauty. You are my precious rose, there to look at and admire, not to pluck with a harsh hand. I have waited many years for a chief girl and I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one". He said with such a gentle look on his face my heart was beginning to melt. "Thank you Hassan . I will remember your promise to me" I said We sipped champagne in silence as the Limo drew up outside a large walled palace. Guards opened the large steel gates and we drew into a wonderful courtyard. A fountain was in the centre and all around was the sweet smell of flowers. The door was opened for me by a butler and I got out and stared around. "Welcome to your new home, my love" Adonis said Hmm I could stay here for a while I thought. Hassan gestured for me to follow him which I did. We went past large rooms where the whisper of female voices could be heard thru closed doors. "You are too precious to stay with my other women" Hassan said We went to a large winding staircase in which we climbed. It seemed to go on forever but eventually we reached the top. Hassan opened the door and I went in. The room was one can only describe as palatial. Easily as large as my house at home it had a four poster bed with ornate silk covers. The room was littered with flowers and a carpet of fresh rose petals lay under my feet. "It's fantastic" I gasped. "If you need anything you can have it" Hassan said and with that he left. Alone for the first time since the auction I explored the room. Behind a silk curtain was a walk in closet with every kind of outfit. From an elegant designer ball gown to some sports kit. Kat my girl you really landed on your feet here. I mustn't lose sight of my true goal. A cage is still a cage no matter how elaborate the bars. In one corner was a sunken bath full of warm white liquid. I dipped a finger in. It tasted like milk. I'd read about Cleopatra bathing in asses milk and had always wanted to give it a go. I took off my Jasmine outfit and looked down at my new body. My situation had so overpowered me I had forgotten who I now looked like. Jane Stephens was no more at least in body. I dipped a brown, slender leg into the bath, ummm that felt good. I put my other leg in and sunk in. OWW I'd just sat on my hair. I'd forgotten it was that long. I stretched out and relaxed for the first time in ages. It didn't bother me as much as I thought having my body changed like this. Sure I'd want my proper form back but this was nothing compared to how HE is changing. Oh God what's happening to me. I've become intoxicated with this place I'm beginning to forget. This place is like the Elysian fields once here you forget your past. Hassan does not need bars and armed guards to keep his women here, he seduces them with words and milk baths and soon they forget their past. This I will not do. Hold on my sweet I'll be back soon, this I vow. After spending an hour in the bath I got up, dried myself off. Hmm being Jasmine's not so bad but I've yet to met someone who will recognise me as her. I put on an ornate silk dressing gown and tired from the events of the day slept. A knock at the door awoke me at I guess around 11am. "Come in" I shouted. At the door was another girl, this time dressed in what I would call traditional harem costume. She was smaller than me at 5'4,large breasted and looking very scared. "The master requests your attendance at his conference now" She said "What shall I wear?" I asked. "The master asks that you wear dress five from your collection and shoes number twenty" She said still in fear of me, Why? I went over to the closet and saw each hanger had a number. I saw a beautiful blue saffron dress, that seemed to shimmer in the light. I put it on and looked in the nearby mirror. I'm still not used to my new reflection but I will admit the old me could never carry off that outfit the way I could now. My hair was a mess though. I went over to the dressing table and went to pick up an ivory hairbrush. "Mistress, you are not allowed, let me" The lady said. "Ok thanks" I said as I gave her the hairbrush. I sat down revelling in the feeling of having my hair brushed in such a sensous way. Remember Kat Elysian Fields, hold on to your promise. "I have done mistress" The girl said. I stood up and looked in the mirror in awe of the image there. No one I had ever seen had ever portrayed such an air of grace and majesty as I now did. A beautiful Arabian princess started back at me, her arms moved up to her face in time with mine. The blue dress showed every curve, my tiny waist exaggerated them but not so much as to look ridiculous. "You must come now" The girl said. I went to the closet and picked out shoes number twenty, they were deep blue in color with only a slight heel. They fitted perfectly. I followed the girl downstairs and into large room. Hassan sat at the head of the table surrounded by his guests. Every single jaw in the place dropped as they took me in. "Is she not a jewel beyond measure". Hassan said and beckoned me to move over him. "She is indeed. I wish all my girls were like her" A fat disgusting man, about fifty said. "I'm sure you do, Osman. But this is one jewel you will not touch" Hassan said. I walked over to Hassan and he pointed to a wine jug. "Serve us please" He said. I picked up the jug and did so. The evening went on with me being just a waitress and the object of many lewd jokes judging by the laughter. At the end of it the other's went away leaving just me and Hassan alone. "Be glad Osman Rahmani did not buy you" Hassan said "Why?" "He is an evil but powerful man. He was boasting that he had gouged a girls eye out with a hot iron because she disobeyed him" he said. I shuddered at the thought. Poor girl my heart goes out to her. "Sit a while and let us talk" Hassan said. We talked about many things. He outlined his promise that he would not touch me unless I wanted it. I was however to serve at his table whenever he wanted. I was also responsible for discipline between the other girls and would be expected to keep them in order. That explained why my 'maid' was so scared. He outlined his family history to me. His family had always lived here and before his parents died they had hoped that he would find a wife soon. Oh God Kat he means me. Hassan also stated that it was forbidden to talk about my past only our future. "It is time you went to bed, we have more guests tomorrow". My maid took me upstairs and my head was in a whirl. How can I escape and how long before I succumb to Hassan's charm? As each day passed I saw in my minds eye my husband slowly changing into HER. I felt bitter and powerless to help. Come on hubby fight it I thought each day as the time drew near when he would become HER forever. I was not allowed near the other girls in normal day to day life. I had to deal with a few disputes between girls but they were only minor matters. A month after my capture I felt a pit of despair in my stomach. By now there would be two Elizabeth Bexley's, one my sweet, the other a demoness from hell. I must get out. I must find out my love's fate. The same pattern of serving tables and talks afterwards repeated it's self for a couple of months when Hassan came to visit me. This was a first as he had always called me and had never come to visit. "Come my Jewel we have some shopping to do" he said. He took my hand and we went to his waiting limo. F+2 months.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury' Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. 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