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Hell Hath No Fury Part 12 of 37
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3. F-21 Days No Rest For The Wicked - Cathline's Tale.
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John, sorry Jane and I took the flight to Egypt looking forward to our
four week tour. Thanks Liz, it really makes a difference flying first class.
John and I got real VIP treatment although I do wish he would stop
eyeing up the air hostesses. One of them is bound to notice.
Mind you I'm still annoyed that he doesn't want to flaunt his new sex at
least a little. He insists on wearing jeans but a least he now wears T-
shirts instead of sweaters.
We arrived at the hotel too exhausted even to unpack. Once again Liz
had excelled herself. I mean the hotel was fantastic. She had booked us
the pent-house which lived up to it's name in everyway.
A bottle of champagne was chilling by the bed with a note beside it. I
opened it up and read it out loud
"Cathline and John. Happy second honeymoon
See you both Later
Liz".
"Want to make it a real honeymoon?" I asked John.
"Maybe in the morning, it's 11pm and I'm bushed. This body just can't
keep going like my old one" John said miserably.
"You're just not used to it yet, in anycase ENJOY it Liz'll turn you back
after this trip. Just enjoy being a beautiful woman for a while".
"I'm still shattered,look lets go out and explore tomorrow and I'll look
for something that will keep us amused" John said.
"Fine, here catch" And I threw him one of my old night-dresses
He caught it and stripped off, he's got better at taking a bra off now but
what's inside it still fascinates him. His green eyes go wide everytime he
looks down..
By the time he'd finished ogling I'd gotten ready and was waiting for
him in bed.
"If you want to play with them at least let me do it" I called to him in the
bathroom.
"That's ok I've done now. I wasn't playing with them I was trying to get
my hair straight. How do you girls put up with it?" John said as he got
into bed.
"Just call it skill". I rolled over and but my arms around his back, my
hands cuddling his breasts.
"Hmm. That's one compensation of being a woman". he said
We lay there just cuddling his warm body next to mine and we soon
drifted off to sleep.
John was up before me the next day and had made a respectable job of
getting ready. He,like me respected local custom of not showing
uncovered legs. Although I think subconsciously he did it to try and hide
what he had become. Sorry John doesn't work.
"Where to first?" I asked.
"The local market. I need to get some more clothes" was the reply.
"Good idea. It'll give us chance to look around a bit".
We went out to brilliant sunshine. All around us were crowds of
people,mostly Arab but the whole town was a cosmopolitan jumble of
nationalities. The market traders were doing a brisk business and you
could buy anything from live goats to supposed maps of ancient tombs.
The air was thick with exotic spices and the noise of thousands of people
talking and shouting in Arabic was amazing. Mixed in with this melting
pot of noise just add the sound of hundreds of chickens,goats and cattle
and you get a scene as close to chaos as you'll ever find.
John had found some long,colorful pants for himself(and me when he
gets turned back) and was trying to barter the price down. He was having
enormous fun and it was a relief to see him really happy since the
transformation. Liz I don't know how to thank you.
The only downside was that we could not, in this strict culture hold
hands or kiss in public but the buzz around us was like a narcotic. Deeper
and deeper into the market we went in search of greater bargains such as
exotic silks and fine jewellery.
John was again trying to get the price down of a fine silk shirt when
suddenly a rush of people began to push me further from him. I last saw
him trying to push his way thru the crowds after me but all was lost as
the crowd swept me away from him. I felt a hand cover my mouth, the
smell of something and all went black.
I awoke in a darkly lit, small room with only a tiny window to let in the
dying sunlight. My head still felt woozy and the room span as I tried to
get up. I was colder than before and in the dimness of the room saw that
someone had undressed me and put on a much more revealing outfit. I
looked down at the small jewelled top and even smaller panties which
made me look and feel like a cheap belly dancing whore. I felt abused
and violated that parties unknown had forcefully stripped me and shut
me in this room.
I walked over to the door but was unable to get there as my ankle was
chained to the wall. In spite of my tugging it would not budge.
"Hey let me out" I screamed at the top of my voice.
No reply.
"I'm an American Citizen I have rights here. If my government finds out
you'll be in deep shit" I shouted louder.
I repeated this until I could shout no more and sat in silence as the sun
went down.
I was asleep when he came in. He was a hooded brutish figure more
apelike than human. He leered at me and in spite my screams and trying
to get away fondled one of my breasts. I nearly threw up in terror but
another Arabic voice caused the man to stop his lustful advances before I
could do so.
Where was this place? What were they going to do with me.
The ape stood to one side of my a gun at the ready. Better not try
anything I thought.
A smaller swarthy looking man came in, his hair was neat and parted
and his teeth gleamed white in the darkness of the room. He began to
spoke in broken but well educated English.
"You are wondering what you are doing here. Let me tell you."
The gun pointing at my head told me to shut up and listen.
"I belong to an ancient organization called, in your language 'the guild'.
The guild was old when all of Europe was in darkness. We honor our
greatest master Hasan Sabbah in all things.We see all and are behind
much of the things in this world. Our employers are special people who
appreciate our skills and our skill does not come cheap. In nearly a
thousand years we have never failed an assignment. Our most recent and
famous public success was the killing of your president Kennedy. So little
American woman do not try our patience as worse things can befall you
than what we have in mind".
He continued on his voice almost religious in tone.
"Ahmed here was a little enthusiastic and he will be punished later".
The ape-man presumably Ahmed looked terrified at this prospect. The
man went on.
"You will never know our employer but I can tell you what we will do
with you. Tonight you will be taken out of the city and held with some
fifty other women. You will then be auctioned off to the highest bidder so
that you can serve them for the rest of your life. If you behave the rewards
can be great just as the punishments can be terrible.
And with that Ahmed and the man left the room leaving me in stunned
silence. I was going to be someone's slave, most likely in a harem
somewhere. God no, I must try and escape.
I started screaming again.
Ahmed came in pointed a gun at me which had the effect of shutting me
up, he threw a sack at me and gestured for me to put it on. I hesitated but
I heard the gun click as it was cocked. I put the sack on and did'nt dare
wriggle. I was manhandled over presumably Ahmed shoulder and could
feel the cold metal of the gun at my head as I was taken up some stairs.
I lay in the trunk of a car as it drove for what seemed like hours until it
finally stopped. I could feel the heat of the day thru the sack as I was
placed inside. I could hear other women's voices jabbering away in
Arabic or some other language. I felt my ankle being chained again and I
blinked as the sack was removed and the full light of a desert sun hit my
face.
At the sight of me some of the women stared at me however one came as
close as her chain would allow.
"Hello, You English?" She said slowly.
"American, Where am I?"
"You are in what you call Libya" She looked me up and down as though
examining me and said.
"You are good. You will fetch good price. Many men here want
Americans".
"Can we escape?" I asked.
"Many have tried, all have failed, all have gone" was the chilling reply.
"When I am sold can I escape?" I asked.
"Depends, if you are good and you can be trusted you may be sent to find
other slaves. Guild will come for you if you run".
I knew from my brief run in with the guild that I could not escape that
way. I really was doomed to be in a harem unless I could get a message to
John or someone else. If I can I'll get Liz to help; she'll save me.
"How come you know so much?" I asked.
I was chief girl for another master. He died and now I am being sold as
part of his property' was the reply.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"We are not allowed names" was the reply.
"Mine's Cathline" I stated.
We talked for a while. It was clear from her conversation that she held
out little hope of escape and that my life ahead was doomed to the
sexually depraved whims of whoever brought me.
Every few minutes a girl would be taken away to an area similar to a
catwalk where the bidding would be done. Ahmed came and unchained
me after 15 girls had been taken. As I was taken to the catwalk I looked
around for any chance to escape. The slave girl was right we were in the
middle of a desert and armed guards stood a regular intervals. Any
attempt to run would be suicide.
Another man, this time small and sinister looking told me in broken
English that the more I could be sold for the better off I would be.
Therefore I must try and tempt the buyers.
I got up on the catwalk still feeling cramped after so much time being
chained up. Some music started and I knew I had to make a show of it.
Copying what I had seen several times in the movies I swayed my
hips,butt and tits to the music. I must admit to finding it quite erotic and
found myself a little moist.
The buyers were looking serious as bids came in over their mobile
phones. As a bid came in they would shout something in Arabic to the
sinister looking one. I must increase my chances somehow. Each wiggle
of hip and of ass became more seductive as I imagined stripping of in
front of John. Before I had really gotten into my stride Ahmed the ape
grabbed my arm and pulled me off stage.
"You raised $300,000. However you have been sold to Osman Rahmani.
He is a cruel man but if you obey him you will do well." The sinister man
said in his matter of fact tone.
I was bundled into a truck with three other girls and taken to Osman's
Harem. The other girls chatted nervously to each other. I sat silent still in
shock and horrified what had just happened to me. I had been kidnapped
and sold into slavery to serve some rich man's perverted fantasies. John
where are you now, I need you please. I began to sob softly,like I had
learned to do as a child when I wanted no-one to know I was crying.
There must be a way out,must be.
When I got to Osman's palace or whatever it should be called the four of
us was told something in Arabic. I kind of got the message, we were now
the property of Osman Rahmani and must behave ourselves otherwise
bad things would happen.
We were taken into a large room with a pool in the centre,surrounded by
a highly decorated marble floor. I could hear quiet feminine whispers
from another room off to the side and reasoned that this must be where
the other members of the harem were.
A girl came out, shorter than me but well built. She moved with the air of
a princess. I guess she must be the 'chief girl'. She took my hand and led
me to the room.
Inside the room was filled with ornate funiture,large silk cushions were
everywhere . Sitting on those cushions and just talking was around thirty
other women. All were very pretty,and very naked. I felt womanly hands
take off my top. This was one thing I wasn't going to complain out.
Another woman put her arm around my hip and pulled down my panties
leaving me naked and feeling aroused.
The chief girl took me by the hand and gestured for me to get into the
pool in the other room. I did so and she joined me. Hmm could be your
lucky day Cath.
No such luck however as the chief girl began to wash me with course
soap. She did it in a harsh, rough way that nearly took my skin off. Some
girls might like it that way but not me. After the wash she gestured to me
to get out and kneel down on the marbled floor. This I did hoping she
wanted some fun but all she did was call out and then kneel down.
I heard footsteps and looked up to see a fat,ugly man in his fifties
wearing elaborate clothing. Two men certainly as large as Ahmed the ape
stood impassively by his side. These bodyguards had a holstered gun on
their side and a large nine pronged whip in their hands. From their fear
of this man this must be Osman Rhamani. He said to me in very poor
English.
"Bitch you will obey me. If you don't you will be punished. Disobey me
three times and you will suffer curse of the iron. Now suck me"
He took off his pants to reveal his bloated and disgusting looking
stomach. Folds of flesh hung down giving signs of overeating and much
drinking. He thrust his cock into my face and demanded.
"Suck!"
I knelt there not moving. I must not give into this man. I heard a loud
crack and suddenly a searing pain ripped thru my exposed back. Crack
another burning pain. I could feel blood beginning to well up on my
back. How far can I push this.
"SUCK" This time the voice was forceful.
I took his erect cock in my hands and placed it's shaft into my mouth. I
put my lips around it and was almost sick in disgust. I could feel the
blood pulse in the veins of his dick around my lips. He began to move it
deeper in almost down my throat.
"SUCK Whore!" He shouted. Crack! Pain! Crack! Pain! I must suck it or
else.
I began to suck on his erect dick and he started to move it deeper in.
Revulsion and anger at being kidnapped and humilated like this boiled
up inside me and I made the third worst mistake of my life. I bit as hard
as I could.
He screamed in pain as blood poured from his cock. I could feel the his
warm blood inside my mouth giving me much satisfaction. He screamed
at his two henchmen. I caught a last glimpse of one of them raising a
pistol butt and all went dark.
I awoke in pain. I was in a very dark room, almost like a dungeon. My
arms were chained to the wall as was my spread-eagled legs. My whole
body ached and I could feel where the lashes had cut into my back. I gave
into the pain and passed out again.
I came to I don't know how much later. Osman stood before me.
"You stupid American dog. Now you will stay in chained my has long as
it takes me to heal. Now you cannot stop me from having you. Now any
of my men or guests can have you just like the whore of dogs you are" He
growled.
I was given water later on in the day and allowed to stretch my limbs for
about an hour before the ape guards chained me up again despite all my
struggles. One of the guards bent down and I was helpless as he firstly
fondled then begun to suck my breasts. With a gap toothed grin he undid
his pants revealing an erect cock. I screamed helpless and in pain as he
pushed it into my slit. There was no pleasure in being penetrated in this
way just terror. I could feel him inside me moving, thrusting and finally
he came. He left me dripping with cum joking with his friend. I began to
sob uncontrollably.
Sometime later Osman came back down.
"So my little bitch whore how did you enjoy my guards?" Osman said.
It was then I made the second worst mistake of my life. I gathered as
much spittle as I could muster and spat right in his face.
He shouted in fury and stormed upstairs.
Some time later he came back down and said.
"Whore! you are the first I have had to do this to and it saddens me to do
this to such a pretty face. You will learn to obey me and may this be your
final and permanent warning". He stopped, pulled a coin out of a pocket
and asked.
"Heads or Tails?"
"Heads" I managed to croak.
He flipped the coin and said "Heads it is and that means left" And with
that went back upstairs.
A man came downstairs with an oil barrel full of coal. He set it alight
and I saw the flames begin to shoot up into the air. The coal on the fire
began to glow and the room became unbearably hot. The man placed
something in the fire and left.
Sometime later and the room was stifling hot and I was feeling very faint.
The man came up to me and said "hold still!".
I then saw he was holding a white hot rod of iron. It sparkled and shone
with a hateful glow. I tried to struggle but my chains held me tight. I
started to scream but the man but a hand over my mouth and held my
face. As if in slow motion the glowing rod came closer and closer
towards my left eye. A searing pain like I had never felt before entered
my left eye and ripped thru my entire head.
I screamed and screamed until in pain I passed out.
I awoke still in pain but only chained by my ankle. My left eye hurt and
hurt and hurt. I found I could see nothing from it and tried to open it. It
just wouldn't obey.
I felt something around my head and reached up to touch it, an eyepatch.
I took it off hoping in vain that it would cause my left eye to open. It
didn't.
Gingerly I reached up a hand to touch my eye. Sure enough the lid was
there but the eye beneath felt rough and course. Then the pain started
again and I passed out.
I remembered the iron coming towards my eye and screamed in horror at
the sight which was now literally burned into me.
Osman came into the room said nothing but gave me a battered plastic
mirror.
I stared into my scarred face. My left eye was in ruins although the lid
had remained intact. The actual eyeball had gone burned away in that rod
of hate. The rest of my face was fine with the eyebrow not even singed. I
put on the eyepatch and looked again.
The patch hid my scars well but asked the question what was beneath it. I
had worn a patch before when it was fashionable in some bars and had
thought it looked kinda sexy. But this one was real and in no way erotic .
Thanks to this hateful place I had been maimed for life. Oh John or Liz
where are you?
F Day - 2 Months.
4. F -1 Day. 'I love It When A Plan Comes Together' - DR Elizabeth
Bexley's Tale.
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HE left my room without much incident. I guess he was still in a state of
shock, but that's only to be expected. It's now much too dangerous to
hang around here as Kat so I'll have to ditch her face and assume one of
my other identities as a safeguard.
It's really all over, I can't believe it. My love still refused me, even when
faced with no choice at all. After all this time he still hates me enough to
want to hurt me. What can drive someone like HIM to be so cruel? What
is there about me to hate? Even in the form of his wife he still rejected
me. At least he will suffer.
Tears began to form in my eyes as I let out all the emotions that had been
bubbling away for days and I cried, really cried for the first time in a
year. With each tear the pressure of impersonation and fear of discovery
lifted little by little until I felt much better.
I must pack and literally change quickly John is due here soon and I've
got to leave the cassette tape here so that he can pick it up. Hmm let me
see who shall I be Alison,Jennifer or Christine, Alison I think.
I took the pill marked 'AD' from the small pill bottle in my bag and
swallowed it whole. Ugh definitely make a mint flavored one next time.
Now I have to pack and check out before the pill takes effect.
I packed quickly but efficiently but must admit to having a twinge of
regret when I saw the garters and teddy HE had worn. Oh what might
have been. I checked quickly around for anything missed, nope nothing.
Now all I've got to do is remove some items from Kat's luggage and
leave the rest here. The Guild will take care of clearing the room when
I've gone.
I paid the hotel bill with Kat's credit card and checked out. Hmm only an
hour to go before my face changes. John should soon be turning up as
well.
Once again I found a quiet backstreet in which to change faces. Checking
my watch I took the countdown five, four, three, two, one, twinge.
I could feel my face reshaping and hair growing at the same time. I
momentarily went blind as my eyes changed shape and color. Little by
little the twinges stopped and I felt normal again. I checked my watch 22
seconds had elapsed. Excellent! I'm now Alison Davies,born 22nd
August 1968, on a business trip for my firm and inline to be the youngest
CEO in it's history. Just a quick mirror break to check I'm not half Kat
half Alison.
It's worked. Alison's long mane of blonde hair shone down from my
thinner more oval face. My eyes were now a deep brown and lips a little
smaller than Kat's. Not really stunning but pretty in a homely kind of
way. Still my new face was only required to get me back into the states
and away from any harm that could have befallen me.
I walked back to my old hotel and sat in the ornate lobby. The manager
came up and asked me if I needed some assistance but I just said I was
waiting for someone. That someone was John.
After forty seven minutes John(still in Kat's body) turned up. I had a
nervous moment when I first saw him as I thought it was the real Kat but
I could trust the guild. Perfect He's going upstairs to my old room.
Now Liz Wait.
Ten minutes later he emerged from the room carrying Kat's luggage,
thanked the manager and then left for the airport in a beat up old taxi.
I waited a few more minutes before catching a taxi of my own to the
airport. Why did I always get a talkative driver.
"You enjoy Egypt?"
"Yes it will hold many memories" I said.
"You pretty woman , make lot's on markets" he said leering at me in the
mirror.
"No thank you,just get me to the airport".
Was I going to be abducted and end up in the same fate as Kat and
Cathline?. It certainly seemed so as the taxi was not going to the airport.
"Please take me to the airport" I insisted.
"No you much too pretty to leave" The taxi driver said.
Fear began to creep into my mind. Think Liz what was the phrase the
guild had told you for emergency situations. In English the phrase was
'Fist of God' In Arabic Qubth-something. Now what is it ,Got it.
I said firmly "You will take me to the airport Qubth-ut-Allah".
I was slammed forwards as the driver hit the brakes hard.
"Sorry mistress I did not know. You will forgive me. I will take you
to the airport". The driver replied almost scared to death.
Must remember that one I thought. "This time you are forgiven. The next
time maybe not. Now get me to the airport NOW".
The taxi driver shut up the rest of the way and we arrived at Cairo
international airport without further incident.
I checked in with only a half an hour to spare and was sitting down in the
departure lounge drinking a large, cool coke. My heart was still pounding
after the attempted kidnapping and narrow escape. I'm so glad the guild
look after thier customers. I hate to think what Cathline's going thru.
Sitting over to my right was John looking very tired and depressed. I was
tempted to go and talk to him to gloat in someway but that would have
been very foolish. He just sat there his head in his hands looking as
though he had lost his right arm. He looked up and glared at me and I
quickly averted my eyes. I did'nt want to draw attention to myself. I took
pity on him in a way but his wife was far too dangerous and
trecherous to be left hanging around. He knew about my drug firsthand
and so must be dealt with as part of my clear up of loose ends. Still he
looked so sad.
I boarded the flight but unfortunatley ended up in the seat behind John. I
hope he does'nt notice that my current body(not face) is identical to his
own. I'm sure he's got other things to think about.
I had a nervous moment when I came back from the bathroom. John
looked at me,really looked at me as though studying me. I was relieved
when I saw he was only eyeing me up. Men never change, even when
they are a woman.
I slept most of the way. The inflight movie was passable, I dunno what it
was about some romance. I paid little attention to it. Life's not like that.
We got off the flight and I waited for my small amount of luggage. I then
followed John at a discrete distance, was that HIM I saw hanging around
in the crowds. Can't be him can it?. I followed John a little more. Fuck
that was HIM, and he was waiting for me, no actually he was waiting for
me as Kat. What was he going to do?
HE followed John a while longer and John became aware of HIS pursuit.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck somehow HE was carrying a gun. John saw this and
started to run away. There was a loud crack and the back of John's head
exploded with the force of the bullet. Another crack and HE was felled to
the floor by a shot from the airport police. From where I saw the bullet
enter it looked like a minor shoulder wound. The closeness of the range
should allow HIM to make a full recovery as the bullet would have passed
right thru.
But what the fuck had he done. I'd planned to put John in the way in case
of something like this. But to actually have it happen in front of you was
scary. I must go away and think, quickly the police are starting to get
statements from people who saw it. I must get away to plan my way
around this complication.
Still wearing Alison Davies face .I hired a car from the airport and drove
to Rhamnus. What did disturb me was the fact that this was now a high
profile media event, as a report by some reporter called Stephanie Lane
proved. She looked a tough cookie on the TV but she has no proof only
spectulation and HE would just be labeled as insane.
Still I must go to Rhamnus and prepare for exile from Dr Elizabeth
Bexley forever. Once again he has driven me away. This time from my
life,my body and my family. He deserves to burn. Thinking about it
taking a life was'nt as hard as people make out.
F + 4 Days..
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Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury'
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http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it.
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