Message-ID: <4918eli$9710161200@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4918.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 17/37 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: <19971016133700.JAA11962@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 17 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 11. F + 63 Days 'Coincidences' Kat's Tale. ========================================== I got out of the Limo after Hassan. I had been unsure of going to, what was for all purposes a slave market but Hassan had insisted I should choose my personal maid. Apparently this was a great honor and I didn't want to disappoint him. Besides I needed an friend to help me get out. We drove thru what seemed endless desert to his personal airport where we boarded a spanking new Hughes chopper. Hassan took the controls and we took off. "We are we going?" I asked, looking down at the featureless terrain below. "Osman Rhamani is dead. We are going so that you can pick a maid from his property" he said. "Is'nt Osman the one who gouged and burned out a girls eye, just for spite?" I said. "The same, although I doubt she is still alive. She would have been treated horribly." We flew over desert, beneath us oil wells and pipelines could be seen. Occasionally A patch of green would mark a farm or river. We landed some hours later and took a white limo to Osman's place We drove into a courtyard and Hassan got out. I soon followed him. Looking around at the grim courtyard I had to admire Hassan's version. A group of around fifty girls stood before us. They were all dressed the same, in a kind of belly dancers outfit. I turned around and noticed a lady with an eyepatch. I stared at her, she was not a native of these parts, clearly European or American . By the looks of her she had been severely mistreated, as her skin was white and her hair unkempt. This must be the lady Hassan had told me about. She stared back at me and I knew then that she recognised me as Jasmine's clone. To gain this much wrath and still come out of it alive she must be some woman. If I was ever to get away I would need this person's help and maybe she could do with mine. "Hassan. I want her" I said pointing at the mysterious one-eyed woman. "She could be trouble. What about another?" Hassan said looking around. "She must be very courageous to stand up to Osman and still live. Would you rather have a woman with a lion's heart or one that will bring you no honor?" I said. "Very well, You have chosen wisely and I am pleased" Hassan then shouted to a guard, who then unchained the woman and pushed her inside the limo. Hassan went away to study the other girls leaving me alone with my new maid. I opened the limo door and sat down inside. The woman looked at me with fear and curiosity in her one good eye. I decided to take a chance. "Hi, my name's Jane Stephens, but you can call me Kat". The woman looked shocked at hearing an English voice. "Hi, my names Jane Stephens but you can call me Kat" I repeated. "Sorry, Cathline Richards' and she put out her hand which I then shook. "Pleased to meet you Cathline" I said. At this point Hassan got back in and said "Good choice my Jewel, she is the best of all of them. We can now leave. He gestured to the driver to drive off which he then did. He spoke to Cathline "Woman you are now her private maid. You will share all that she does and most of her privileges. If you disobey her you will be cast out into the desert where you will most certainly die. You are to address me as master, only your mistress is allowed to call me by name. She is your mistress, it is by her hand that you live or die. You are not to speak to me or to her without her permission. Is all this clear? Be sure, for your very life depends on it." Cathline looked fearful and nodded. This was the first time I had seen a hard side to Hassan. I must be special to him for him not to show it to me. After a long drive and chopper flight we arrived back at Hassan's Palace. I was escorted to my ivory tower as I called it, whilst Cathline was taken elsewhere. There was a knock at the door and in walked a much better looking Cathline. She had been clothed in the same manner as me, but her outfits were less glamorous than mine. Still I guess it beats the harem getup of Osman's place. She just stood there, almost in awe of my surroundings. Her face showing the same fear and trembling I had seen when we had first met. I gestured for her to sit, which she did. "Cathline. I want you to know that I treat you as an equal. All that bull that Hassan spouted in the car was supposed to frighten me and you into being good" Her face relaxed and she almost seemed to breath a sigh of relief "It sure worked, Mistress" "Cut the Mistress crap when we are alone" I said. "That's a shame. I've always wanted a mistress" Cathline joked. We both laughed and a bond was formed between us. "How come you speak such good English?" Cathline asked, her one eye showing puzzlement. "It's a long story, which I'll tell someday. But how come an American ends up in a Harem and being raped and tortured?" "That too is a very long story. Look I'm really tired. "Mind if I get some zzzs?" I'm still a bit weak from being chained up for four months" "FOUR MONTHS" I exclaimed. What had this girl gone thru? No wonder she was still in shock. I noticed for the first time the red,bloodied marks on her wrists and ankles. My God how horrible. I got up and rang the servant bell and within minutes a servant girl arrived. I whispered something in her ear and turned to Cathline. "Wait here you'll enjoy this." About ten minutes later a stream of servant girls arrived and started filling up my bath with warm milk. "Go on treat yourself, I won't look" I said. "Thanks Kat. I really needed this" Cathline got up, got undressed and slipped into the bath of warm milk. "Sure you won't hop in as well?" Cathline asked. "No thanks. It's nearly time for me to go down and serve Hassan" Sure enough another girl came up a few minutes later and told me Hassan was waiting for me. "Help yourself to anything you want. I'll be back later. By the way I have the bed" I said to Cathline. Another banquet and I crashed into bed at one am. Cathline was fast asleep huddled in the foetal position in the corner. She woke up screaming several times in the night which is not really surprising, seeing as she been raped daily for four months. I was awake before Cathline, who was still curled up in the corner like a frightened mouse. Her scruffy and worn eyepatch lay to one side and I resisted the morbid temptation to have a look at her left eye. I called for a girl to see if Hassan was free. I wanted to ask him for a favor. Hassan asked me to come down a while later, and I asked him. He agreed, and said that he would try and get it done by the end of the week. I just hope it makes Cathline feel better. He congratulated me for wanting to care for my maid, but wasn't it a little harsh, he added, to make her sleep in the corner? She was supposed to share my bed! I wonder how Cathline will react to that. I'd rather she sleep on the floor. There's only one woman I want to cuddle and that's my husband. I wonder if he misses me. I miss him every minute of every day. Cathline awoke and asked me if I didn't mind not looking so that she could have some privacy. I agreed. After she had gotten dressed we sat down to breakfast. I had found that my new body didn't have that big an appetite, but Cathline more than made up for it. "I feel so much better, It's amazing what a good soak and some food will do. That horrible place seems a million miles away now," she said. "I've noticed that too. This place makes you forget who you are and what you are really doing here" I answered. "Elysian Fields" Cathline said. "Exactly" I replied. "Did you know you like exactly like Princess Jasmine from the Disney Film Aladdin?" Cathline asked. "I don't want to talk about it. Just let's say I'm not like this by choice or birth," I said in a cross tone. Kat, you gonna have to get used to it, I thought. "What do you mean?" Cathline asked, curiosity showing in her eye. I guess it's time to tell my tale. Someone must get it back to the outside. It may as well be Cathline. "Take a seat and I'll tell you my story" I said. Cathline sat down on one of the cushions and I sat opposite her and began. "I guess the real roots of it started about three years ago when my husband was nearly killed when his car broke down. He met this very beautiful doctor and they agreed to get married. However he found he didn't love her and so left her at the altar." Cathline sat upright rigid, her face showing surprise. Her one good eye was wide in astonishment. "This doctor wasn't called Dr Elizabeth Bexley by any chance?" She asked Now it was my turn to be surprised "How the fuck did you...." "I know her, I work with her at her lab. In fact I'm her deputy. The whole reason why I'm out here was because she gave us(my husband and I) the money for a month long tour of the middle east. She's been one of my best and closest friends since my husband slept with another woman" She stated. "So where is your husband now?" I asked "I don't know. I was taken in a marketplace in Cairo four, maybe five months ago, and haven't seen him since. Where's yours?" "I'm coming onto that now. Quiet!" I said. "Anyway he met me about two years ago when he moved into my town in the mid-west. We fell instantly in love and he was the perfect man for me. In fact I thought he was so special I asked him not to sleep with me until we were married." "And he agreed?" "Yep," I replied. "Wow he must be a real find" Cathline said. "We got married on the 20th of July this year and decided to go to Egypt for our honeymoon. No sooner had we arrived then he was abducted but returned seemingly unharmed the next day. Later on that day a parcel arrived with a note from your friend Dr Bexley saying that he had been given some kind of drug that would rewrite his DNA into that of herself. He had also been given a narcotic which would make him crave the DNA drug and make him feel progressively worse until he did take a dose of DNA drug" Cathline sat stunned but silent so I continued. "We thought it was a bluff until one night his leg changed into that of Dr Bexley's. We were naturally distraught to find that the curse was true and that he was destined to become HER for good, thus effectively ending our marriage. He was fine for three days until on the third night he nearly lapsed into a coma and I had to give him another pill to bring him out of it. His left leg changed to match his right and it was then I decided I needed to think. I was kidnapped in the hotel bar, given a pill that turned me from plain old Jane Stephens into, well Jasmine from Aladdin. And here I am and I guess you don't believe a word of it" I said. "I didn't mention that when I was taken my husband was in fact a copy of a woman called Jane Norton. Liz had gottern her DNA from somewhere and we, no actually she had decided to test the DNA drug we had developed on him in order to teach him a lesson about women." "Bastard! I'm Jane Norton, now Stephens. Was your husband about five seven with short black hair, a good body, and green" I was almost stunned when Cathline completed my sentence. "Eyes?" Cathline offered. "That's me, or rather was me. Kat is the name my husband gave me when we first met. That hell bitch used you two as a test run for us. Can't you see it. It's so obvious now I think about it." "No you're very wrong. Listen I know Liz. I think the two incidents are not related. She would not do that. Sure she was deeply hurt when your husband ran out on her and sure she took months to get over it but she was a doctor first and a damn good friend. I realise that you may hate her and you have every reason to but I do know her very well indeed. " Cathline almost snarled back. "Fine but just listen to this, as I see it. SHE gets jilted by my husband and plots vengeance on him. Develops the DNA drug for use against us, but she needs a test first. Her whole life is devoted to getting back at us so she doesn't want to blow it by using an untested drug. OK? " "Hmm. Go ahead." Cathline said. "She sees an opportunity when your husband sleeps with another woman to get you to agree to turn him into me. She said in her letter to me that her original plan was to turn HIM into me but that she changed her mind at the last moment. Therefore before she changed her mind she needed to test the 'man into Jane Norton' drug". This she does, with your consent. You think it's all a bit of fun but really it's a dry run for us. When it works she knows she can strike. But there are some loose ends left behind. Namely you and your Husband. Therefore she offers you a holiday to the middle-east so that she can get you thrown into a Harem. She also knows that I must be got rid of as well so she changes me into Jasmine and throws you into that hell pit." "I've been so Stupid. But what about John, my husband?" Cathline sobs. "I don't know but it seems reasonable he would go hunting for you and end up the same as us". "Right! Liz's dead meat!" Cathline spat out. "But who is she now?. I reasoned before I got taken that she must be close by, not only to co-ordinate things but to watch the changes. Fuck I'm thick" and I slapped my forehead with my hand. "What!" Cathline says. "Of course she gets rid of me and then replaces me so that she can watch my husband turn into her. She can then lead him astray so that he ends up as her for good. She needed to change me so that I wouldn't be recognised by anyone". "It's fucking perfect" Cathline sobs. "I know and it scares the shit out of me. There must be others who know about the drug though. She can't get rid of everyone". "Hmm let me think. James knew about it. He was on the team that discovered it" Cathline said. "What happened to him?" I asked. "He got testicular cancer, Liz tried to cure it by changing his dick to a new one but she got the samples mixed up and gave him my pussy instead. You don't think..." "Almost certainly. From what I've seen of Dr Bexley in action she would not be that incompetent as to mix up some samples. I think James was the very first test on a human. The hell bitch needed to find out if someone's gender could be changed but in such a way that it seemed an accident" I speculated. "Hmm People were wondering at the time how Liz got so careless but she was the boss and noone really questioned it afterwards" Cathline added. "What happened to James?" "The last thing I heard was that he was undergoing treatment for Gender Identity disorder". "So in other words Liz drove him insane". "You could put it that way" Cathline said cautiously. "Anyone else?" "Let me think. Vickie Turner knows about the drug but as far as I know she knows nothing about any human trials. Officially we're still waiting for FDA approval for the go-ahead. She knows it's possible but not proven. Mind you both of our husbands make any human trials a little academic now". "So really James and Vickie's lives are in great danger should they learn any of this. What I can't work out is how SHE managed to arrange all this. She must have had help from others." I stated. "I believe I've met them. They are known only as 'the guild.' They were responsible for my abduction and believe me you do not want to fuck with them. A girl when I was about to be sold told me that they would come for you if you escaped. I would not fancy our chances against them. The one who spoke to me claimed that they had killed Kennedy and had not failed in a task for nearly a thousand years. Please Kat don't go up against these people" Cathline was almost in tears, her eye wide with fear. "I think they were the ones that took me as well. I promise you I won't go up against the guild. I've seen these guys in action and they make our marines look like raw recruits. I have no intention of being pursued by them." Cathline drew a visible sigh of relief. There was knock at the door and a girl walked in carrying an ornate box. I got up and took it from her. "For you, my favorite maid" I said and handed Cathline the box. "Why thank you" "Open it" I said. "Yes mistress." Cathline giggled and opened the box. "It's beautiful" she said, and she lifted a new eye patch from the box. It was just as I had described it to Hassan. Black silk with hundreds of small diamonds around the outside. The silk was patterned with small gold flowers which caused the patch to glimmer in the sunlight. "I wish I could have got you a necklace, but your patch is so worn. And it must remind you of your time with Osman," I said. "My left eye is a permanent reminder, but thank you. This will help. Please turn away while I try it on.". I did so and after a few moments turned back again. The new patch made Cathline look almost beautiful again. It suited her much more than the old one. And I told her so. "Thanks." Cathline said. "Listen, that we know all this makes it vitally important we get out as soon as we can" I stated. "If we do, the guild will come. They'll come and .. " Cathline was beginning to panic at the thought of being pursued by the guild. "Let me think on this a while. We need to get out so that we can find out what has happened to our husbands, but in such a way that the guild will not hunt us down" I said. "You're chief girl right?" Cathline said excitedly. "I guess, although Hassan has only called me that once. I do have responsibility for the whole Harem" I replied. "That girl I told you about, the one who told me about the guild. She also said that if you were trusted you could leave the Harem for a while to search out more girls" Cathline said excitedly. "THAT's IT! THAT's our way out. Only one problem. We would be expected to return" I sounded enthusiastic . "Hmm FUCK. No escape that way". "Maybe there is... Let me think a while." We had been talking for hours, and soon it was again my turn to serve Hassan at his table. I returned late to find Cathline asleep on the bed. Still crouched up she was talking in her sleep "Hmm Liz that's nice. Go on all the way in. Let me lick you out.. Oh Liz much better. How about a threesome lover?". My blood ran cold. Not because Cathline was 'bi' but because she was obviously more than best friends with HER. I could feel hatred for this woman begin to form. I couldn't bear to lay in the same bed, so I took the cushions. "Morning" Chirped Cathline. I just glared at her. "What's wrong? Did you want the bed?" Cathline said. "How could you? I trusted you!" I screamed. "What!" Cathline looked puzzled. "You, YOU were more than friends to that hell bitch! You were lovers weren't you! I heard you talking in your sleep! You betrayed me!" I was now furious. "Sit down and let me explain," Cathline said calmly. "OK Fine! Oh and that's 'Mistress' to you!" And I sat down. "You are correct MISTRESS. I did love Liz, but not as much as my husband. But then I had known him longer. Again you are right. I did sleep with Liz, but I loved her also. I wanted all three of us to be together. What you didn't see was me crying myself to sleep because of what she has done to us. MISTRESS I loved her more than many wives love their husbands. Inside my heart is being rent in two, and the last thing I want is some high and mighty Disney character telling me what I should and should not be! MISTRESS!" Cathline was now sobbing I turned away, also in tears. That Disney character remark really hurt. But she was right. "Mistress, I'm sorry about the Jasmine remark. That was uncalled for," Cathline apologised. "You can cut the Mistress crap out now. You're right. I had no right to jump on you like that. We must work together or we are both doomed to stay here. Listen, I have a plan." F+66 Days. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. Comments etc should be directed to darkside@nym.alias.net Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /