Message-ID: <4925eli$9710161206@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4925.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 22/37 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: <19971016134200.JAA11226@ladder01.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 22 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 25. F+ 94 Days A Little help from a 'friend' - The Journalists Tale. ==================================================================== Hmm I really enjoyed that vacation. I achieved everything I wanted to do on it. Nothing seems to have changed here though. I'm so glad I went away now. I've taken it easy for the last day or so, just settling my self in so to speak. My phone rang. Oh well back to work. "Stephanie Lane?" "Yes" "This is Vickie Turner. I have some news for you. Cathline Richards is back. She's had a hell of a time. I can't talk about it now. But Cathline will speak to you and you alone" "Ok I'll be down there as soon as I can" I arrived at Cathline's house the next day and knocked at the door. A lady wearing an ornate and very expensive looking eye patch opened the door. She was showing signs of abuse with cuts still healing around her wrists. "Cathline Richards?" I asked. "Yes, Stephanie Lane I presume" "Certainly is, may I come in" "Of course. I'm still putting things right after such a long time away." She replied. I went inside and sat down, my ever present tape recorder at the ready. "Vickie Turner persuaded me to talk to you about what I have been thru and how it relates to Liz's murder case. I have some information that you may find very interesting' Cathline said. Somewhile later .. "So you're saying that it wasn't really Jane Stephens but your husband" I asked in disbelief. "Yep" "And that Dr Bexley took it upon herself to turn him into a copy of Jane Stephens" "That's about right" She said cautiously. She's hiding something. "Dr Bexley has been claiming that she is in fact a man turned into a clone of Dr Bexley by the real Elizabeth Bexley" I said, things were beginning to fall into place. Still no proof though. "From what the real Jane Stephens told me he/she is probably telling the truth." Cathline said. "And this man in Dr Bexley's body shot your husband thinking that he was Dr Bexley disguised as Jane Stephens" I said(My head hurts!!) "Yes" Cathline was crying now. "How does that make you feel?" I asked. "To be honest I don't know. I want justice to be served, that's all" she said angrily. "How do you know that it wasn't really Dr Bexley that he shot?" I asked. "Because Liz wouldn't be as stupid as all that, no she would have changed before she flew back." "Do you know where Jane Stephens is now?" "Probably at home. I don't really want to speak to her anymore. I thought we were going to be friends for life. Sure she got me out of that Harem and I do owe her for that but not enough to forgive her" "But it wasn't really her fault?" I queried. "Not really but her husband killed mine. That makes her part of it in my book. It's her husband I want to see on trial, not her but I know that if I stick around her she will see him eventually. I couldn't face that" "I'm sorry but I've no physical evidence to prove any of this DNA drug stuff. Genetic tests have shown both Dr Bexley and the body of Jane Stephens to be who they are. Your story is the only one that really fits the stories I've been gathering. I can prove that you were kidnapped and mutilated but nothing else. I need physical evidence Sorry." I said. "I understand, I'll help in anyway I can. " "Thank you for your time" and I left Cathline's house. On my way back I phoned Dean. "Hi Steph, what's going on?" Dean asked. "Listen I've got a real break in the Bexley case. I can't talk about it now as I've got no physical proof. Only supposition. We can't run with it yet but we're real close. Even If I get proof I'll need sometime to get the whole thing together. Be patient if what I'm hearing is correct it'll be the biggest story since, well man invents wheel." I enthused. "Come on, fucking tell me. Don't get all high and mighty Lois Lane on me . Tell me what it is" "Not over the phone lines and not until I have proof. You'll laugh me out otherwise. I should have it ready in about four weeks." "But that's past the trial date" "Forget the trial this is bigger than that!" and I cut the connection. There that'll keep him guessing. I sat alone that night in my apartment when the door bell rang. I peered thru the spyhole and saw a tall shadowy figure. "Ms Lane. Are you there?" A husky almost non human voice sounded. Who the fuck is that! "I know you're in there. Please, you are the only one who can help me." The husky voice sounded desperate. I wish I'd brought a gun. I ran to the kitchen and retrieved the largest knife I could find. "Ms Lane Please. I will not harm you" The voice sounded even more urgent. "Ok I'll let you in but be warned I've got a gun" I unlatched the door and took one look at my visitor and fainted. When I awoke I was unharmed but laying on my sofa. My visitor sat on my armchair. He was dressed in a large hooded coat. The hood was up and I could see a single blue eye and another yellow almost non-human eye looking out. "I'm sorry I startled you " The creature said. "W, What are you?" "I am or was Roger Ferry." "What are you?,what do you want?" I stuttered. He reached up his right hand and pulled back his hood. It took all my self control not to scream. His head was still human in shape except that one half of it looked feline. It was covered with black fur. His left ear had moved up and now pointed up from his head in a definite cat shaped cone. His left eye was yellow and round and set much closer to his flatter than normal nose. One side of his mouth was pulled slightly outwards and I could see canine teeth underneath his mouth. I could see now that his left arm was a different shape to a normal human arm. "I am what you see and I want you to get whoever did this to me" He said huskily. "How'd it happen?" "I belonged to an agency, which was employee if you like of a shadowy organisation called the guild. We specialised in surveillance and forgery. About two years ago we had a call from a lady who called herself Deianeira. She wanted some people followed and generally to be kept an eye on. The main target of her intentions was another woman called Jane Norton. From what I've seen it's the same lady that was shot in the airport." He said huskily. "So you think this Deianeira was Dr Bexley." I said. "I'm still not 100% sure. We had several calls from Deianeira over the next few months asking us to do all kinds of things. One of the strangest was to get some live hair somethings from Jane Norton. We arranged for Deianeira to be put in contact with this guild in Egypt. She paid us very well". "So how come you're like this?" "She had just paid us half a million for some work and was going to leave the money in the usual place. I wasn't involved with any of the detail you understand I was just doing the following of this Jane Norton. I went to the paymasters office to collect my share and saw a whole pile of money and about nine cats running about inside the office. Nine suits lay crumpled on the floor. I picked up a 100 dollar bill that lay on the desk and left very confused. About two hours later my head hurt like hell, as did the hand which had touched the money. I remember feeling great pain as half of my head reshaped and staring at my arm as fur and a paw formed. I freaked out much in the same way you did. I've been living off the street for the past few months until I happened to notice that you were working on the Bexley Case. You've been very busy over the past few months and I'm sure very close to the truth. You want physical evidence of Dr Bexley's evil, now here I am, at your service" The creature called Roger Ferry explained. "How did know you all about me?" I asked. "My speciality was watching people remember, gathering information. I have been your guardian for most of your investigations. I was ready to protect you should the guild try and prevent you from following up your investigations. " "Thanks, So why not come to me right away?" "You would not have gathered as much as you did if I had come earlier." "I suppose so" I had seen noone following me! The missing piece, the loose end was there in front of me. "Do you want a drink and we can talk some more?" I asked. "Sure, you got any milk?" Roger asked. 26. F+97 Days Brief Encounter - Cathlines Tale. =============================================== I feel so much better after talking to Stephanie Lane. I understand her reluctance to report anything about this but the sooner this is all out the better. A chance event however has now turned my whole world upside down again. I had just stopped off at the local mall to get some groceries and a few other bits and pieces. How easy it is to slip into normal day to day life even after all I have been thru. The sun was out and here and there people were going about their normal mundane lives. I did get some looks though, after all it's not every day you see a one-eyed woman walking around with an eye patch worth about a hundred grand. I heard a voice call out to me "Cathline, Wait. I need to talk" I whirled around "Piss off Jennifer I've nothing to say to you" I shouted at her. "Oh my God what happened to you?" she shrieked. "None of your fuckin business. Now go away" "Listen. I want to say I'm sorry" "Sorry for ruining my life. If you hadn't have slept with John . He would still be alive. You started this whole thing off. Now Fuck off and Die somewhere" I almost screamed at her. "John's Dead?" She sounded shocked. "Yes and I blame you for starting the whole thing. If you'd just kept your libido under control I'd still have a job, my left eye and most of all John would still be alive. How can sorry say enough for what you did to me" I screamed at her. Jennifer was fuming now. "Ok right, let's see you turn down a hundred grand when you are on the poverty line. Anyway he was willing enough" "What do you mean a hundred grand?" I asked. "This guy came up to me and said How would you fancy a hundred grand. I said sure, what do I have to do?". "And then " I said still skeptical. " His answer was that I had to sleep with your husband John. Listen Cathline I REALLY needed the money. My father got into a lot of trouble, gambling depts. He was mixed up with the wrong people and in deep shit. If I hadn't done it then he could have been murdered. I'm sorry I wasn't to know but I had to do it. I had no choice." Jennifer Porter then turned away and walked briskly away. Christine Adams was confused, she'd heard much of the argument whilst waiting for her husband to come out from a 7-11. Someone had paid that lady 'Jennifer' a hundred grand to sleep with the one-eyed ladies husband. What confused her was not the subject of the argument but the way an evil, devious smile appeared on 'Jennifer's' face and the single phrase "Stage three complete. Now for stage four ". I sat in the car just thinking I understand why she did it but why did someone come out from the blue with such a request. Who would want to do such a thing to us? FUCKING HELL! It was LIZ. She set us up. "She played me, played me like a puppet" I sobbed. Kat was right, Liz had set us up. She wanted an excuse to test her drug on a human and she couldn't wait for a suitable opportunity so she had set us up. I've been used. "Liz I loved you why did you do this to us" I cried . "I kill her, I'll fucking kill her." I shouted. Liz was now my mortal enemy. I owed her, owed her big time for what she has done to us. I cannot do this alone. The Arabs have a saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I had to go and find Kat. Together we can beat her. Liz is more evil than anyone I have ever known. She must be stopped no matter the cost. It's now two days before Xmas. I'm going to hate being alone this year. Maybe Kat will see me and I can spend the festive period with her. Liz you die for this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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> /