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NEW TG: Hell Hath No Fury (Femdom, genetic mutation) Part 3 ========================================= (c) [email protected] 1997. Introduction from Darkside. =========================== This is the cumulation of about a years worth of effort on my part. Nine months planning the whole thing out and three months actual writing. Infinite thanks must go to Vickie Tern without who's patient re-reading and suggesting made this, my first story what it is. You are welcome to do to this what you will, repost it,store it,print it etc etc. The only thing you are NOT allowed to do is charge people money for reading it(unless you want to publish it, then we'll talk). The only price I exact for this story is that you let me know you've read it and what you thought of it(even if you think it's mindless pap). The original notes as posted to USENET are printed at the end of the story. A word From Vickie Tern without who's help I would have stopped at Fury I and never continued on. Introduction by Vickie Tern ================================== This is one of the more remarkable productions, I think, of net fiction in general and TG fiction in particular. It's an ambitious full-scale novel, with a complex plot, the narrative evolving for the reader out of various characters' distinctive points of view -- their so-called "first person" narratives. These commentaries and reports overlap and conflict with each other, leaving the reader to construct what is *really* happening as if the story were a gigantic mosaic made up of many pieces, each partial, some bewildered, many just plain wrong. Yet while individual characters may be variously misled and the reader with them, the story is never really confusing. Gradually and inexorably, as with any good detective-fantasy-mystery story, the truth emerges. The original deceptions are all part of a deliberate plot schemed by a brilliant woman scientist overwhelmed by a desire to avenge herself on a fiance who has spurned her, and they are multiplied by other characters with schemes of their own. They're further multiplied because the scientist has found ways to alter human beings, to transform them physically -- but not mentally -- into replicas of each other, so characters may not be perfectly certain, at a given moment, whether the person with them is an original or a more malevolent facsimile. This makes for considerable irony and suspense, a story taking place in a world of mirror images where nothing may be what it seems. Yet for the reader, what is happening is always clear - if not accurate -- and how a character feels and thinks about it is always what the reader knows first of all. So there's a considerable range of experience explored here, and characters who vary from bright and brassy to solemn and pompous. There is less eroticism than one might expect, but the story does crucially involve transgendered transformations and the pointed revenge of a woman scorned in love, so readers of A.S.S. won't feel disappointed. In short, in plain language, for a variety of reasons this is a good read. Most extraordinary perhaps is that this novel is a first production of a new and talented writer, one with an special gift for dialogue that sounds spoken by real people and narrative that remains economical -- there is nothing arbitrary or dithering, padded or merely amusing filling out the novel's length. It's long because it needs to be. And it's entirely the author's. At early stages I advised on routine matters like narrative format, queried conceivable contradictions, and as the story developed and his narrative strategy came clear, provided early comment. The novel's intricate plan was hatched entirely inside the author's imagination from the start, so there was little for me to do as various parts were written other than to encourage him to keep going, announce what I thought what was happening and be told "No, wait, you'll see!" What *was* happening then always turned out to be both more surprising and yet more inevitable than I'd thought. That made it a fun read too. So, this is an intricate narrative involving much deception and double-dealing, told by characters who don't themselves necessarily know what is really happening as they speak. It is best enjoyed by being read in the order intended, if at all possible with no episodes skipped. I suggest you assemble it first, then plunge into its dark transmogrifications. Part One is called "Hell Hath No Fury" and totals altogether about 124k. It sets out the first baffling consequence of the diabolical plot, as it is experienced by the main characters. Part Two is called "The Birth of Nemesis" and is about 98k. It presents some of the antecedent action to Part One, as a "Prequel," making clearer that things in Part One were not at all what they seemed (nor even some things in Part Two). Mostly it explains how things in Part One came to pass. Part Three is called "Kat O' Nine Tales" and is nearly 500k long. It continues the story from where Parts One and Two left it, and is told altogether from the alternating points of view of each of the participants. By the end of Part Three you will finally know what has *really* been happening in Parts One and Two -- and Three -- and its outcome. And you will have read an absorbing sci-fi-mystery-suspense-thriller with some memorable moments. The author ([email protected]) already has another novel in mind, and with the right encouragement will share it with us. The right encouragement comes in the form of e-mail letting him know what you really think of this. He can handle and learn from negative comment, so don't stint. Of course, praise is never inappropriate. :-) V.T. 1. A Tale of two Genders - James's/Jane's Tale. =============================================== I wrote down in my journal The purpose of this log is to record my feelings and occurrences since the accident('P'Day) that gave me a pussy. I hope it will give me the strength to cope and provide me with a log to record my progress so far. If I miss bits out or this is a bit disjointed then sorry but I hope I'll be able to put everything down. P Day +1 It still feels strange when I walk, having a pussy that is. It's certainly odd going into the men's and sitting down to pee but I can't help that. My ex fiancee freaked out when I told her my news about the 'accident' at the lab yesterday. I had hoped she would be understanding and help me get thru this but no, she packed her stuff and left pretty quickly. So much for undying love. I don't really blame her after all how would YOU react if your fiancee came back and said. 'Darling these been an accident at the lab oh and by the way I've a cunt instead of a dick now.'. I wasn't as blunt as that but the message was the same. So here I am mostly man but fundamentally female. I'm confused... P Day +3 I'm getting lonely now, why did I ask to have some time off. Am I James or Jane though. The one compensation is that my pussy is much more sensitive than my cock ever was but I do so miss the feeling of an erection. The weather has improved so I think I'll get out. Liz phoned to see how I am. She's offered to pay any counselling or hospital bills needed to get myself sorted out. I guess she feels a little guilty but I'm sure it was an honest mistake. All I have to do is arrange things with Vickie and I'll get the best care money can buy. I'll keep this as a last resort though. P Day + 7 days Now I AM confused my period started today, I thought that I'd only been given Cathline's pussy, now it seems I have her 'plumbing' as well. How do women go thru this every month? Only one hiccup, my ex's sanitary towels don't fit properly in men's briefs and I ended up with blood inside my jeans. This means from now on I'll have to wear panties. I'll have to go out tomorrow and get some. P Day + 8 Days I drove to the mall in silence. I guess buying panties is a big deal after all. What size am I? How do I tell? The lady in the shop was very helpful but a little surprised that I wanted just plain ones for my girl friend. Still at least I won't leak into my jeans now. I got home and tried them on. They were a little tight around the hips(as to be expected) but very comfortable. Their silky texture on my skin made me quite turned on. I noticed that my bush peeped out above the top of them but I guess that's normal or do women shave there? I really need someone I can talk to about this. P Day + 10 days I'm sure my nipples are growing. All those female hormones from my period is causing me to grow tits!!! I sure hope they shrink back down again. I didn't do much today again, I guess I'm becoming a slob. Why did this have to happen to me... P Day + 14 Days I now have fledgling breasts they are about 32B. Even though they are tiny compared to 'proper' tits I'm still uncomfortable with them. Yes they are fun to play with and give me great pleasure but I don't really want them. I tried to do some jogging today but I was very conscious of my chest bouncing up and down so I stopped after about a mile or so. Boy do these things bounce a lot. At least my period is over. Am I man or a woman? P Day + 18 Days I've had enough now I've taken Liz up on her offer and I'm now booked into therapy for a top New York shrink. I've also decided to stay in an asylum for my own good, I'll need all the care and attention I can get if I'm to get over this. I want to lead a normal life but I'm so confused. I want to be a man but my body says and is otherwise. I know all about surgery but nothing conventional can restore my manhood. P Day + 6 Months I've now settled into a routine of sorts. Dr Kelly really is very good. She's a small blonde about at about 38 with deep brown eyes and still in reasonable shape despite having two kids. She's recommended that I consider surgery to make myself fully female looking but I know I'll make a ugly woman. My face is too square and feet and hands too large. Why me?, What am I, Who am I? The asylum is actually very good, not at all like the grim scenes you see on TV. It's actually like a secure nursing home and the quality of care is very, very good. New York is nice ,from what I've seen of it which is not much. The staff stated on several occasions that I'm well enough to live outside but I'm not ready yet in my own mind. Dr Kelly agrees with me. I dread to think what this is costing Liz's firm. My breasts are now a modest 34B and have been so for about two months. I'm now comfortable wearing a bra and panties but still hate the middle week of the month. I dress uni-sex style with jeans and sweaters to hide my 'assets'. I realise I have to make a decision soon about the surgery but I'm reluctant to do so. What I want to know I how is Liz's DNA surgery coming on. I could really do with it about now. P Day + 18 Months These past few months I've drifted between insanity and confusion. Although I'm now off the medication part of me still craves for the freedom of madness. This means that I'm still not allowed out on medical grounds. I'm still sane enough however to realise that I still need treatment. I sat in my room watching the TV, just randomly skimming channels when I caught the end of a news broadcast. A very nice looking presenter with blonde hair, brown eyes and powerdressed to the hilt was saying. "And the news today is that Dr Elizabeth Bexley, multi-millionairess and manager of TGEN corp's top research lab is facing trial for the brutal murder of Jane Stephens nee norton at JFK airport." My jaw dropped surely this must be some mistake. Liz would never kill. The news continued. "Dr Bexley is alleged to have flown to Egypt where the new Mr and Mrs Stephens were on honeymoon and tried to break it up. When that was not successful she robbed a downtown gunshop and lay in wait at the airport where she shot Jane Stephens once in the head with a small firearm. Mrs Stephens was killed instantly and Dr Bexley was wounded in the shoulder by the airport police. Mr Stephens is nowhere to be found but is understood to still be in Egypt. Over to the gunshop owner for this exclusive interview." A burly unshaven man appeared on screen, trying to look macho. I guess he felt a bit sheepish about being done over by a girl. Still he didn't know how strong Liz could be. He began to talk.. "Yeah I saw her, She'd be a real looker if she put her mind to it" "What exactly happened" asked the reporter "She had this large tattoo that went all the way up, and I mean all the way up. She distracted me and then kicked me in the y'know. I went down and she must've done some kind of doctor thing on me because when I awoke I'd been robbed and my neck hurt like shit." Since when did Liz get a tattoo, why would she get one? She was so proud of her body I couldn't think of her decorating it in that way. My thoughts turned back to the news report. The trial is expected to take place in the next two months and If found guilty Dr Bexley faces death by lethal injection. And now onto the man who claims that Elvis taught his roaches to sing" I was utterly bemused. At the lab we all knew about her being jilted and how hard she'd taken it but to kill!. Sorry that was just not possible. Other things didn't seem to add up. Liz was so careful she wouldn't just go in with literally all guns blazing even if she wanted to kill. The tattoo was also weird, maybe she got drunk or something. She must've had some kind of breakdown. I'll try and find out from Vickie at work F + 2 Days.. 2. F + 2 Days Scoop Of The Day - The Journalists Tale. ====================================================== "Thank God that's over" I said to Steve, my cameraman "You did great, mind you that lump was real pissed at being done over by a girl" He replied with a grin. "Sure he was. Mind you I can't work out why she would do it. I mean she had everything and she goes and blows it like this. She could at least of hired someone to do it." "Yep" Steve replied, much too busy putting the kit back in the van. "I mean if I were her I'd just have gotten over it and enjoyed life" "Yep" Steve answered again, still not concentrating on our conversation. He was like that, his precious equipment was his one and only love despite my intentions to muscle in. I began to disassemble a tripod so that we could get back to the station. Back in the van,driving back in the rain and traffic I decided to ask him for a date for the nth time. "Steve, how'd you fancy going for a drink after work?". "Sorry Steph but I've got to work on some edits for the morning show". Rats, shot down again. Steve was very nice,kind and would do anything to help anyone, but as far as women were concerned we were a different species. One day.. We arrived back after a long delay due to traffic, why does everyone drive like loons in the wet. The E-Mail on my battered old PC was from my editor, Dean. It read. "Steph See me as soon as you get in Dean" "Ok Dean what do you want". I thought as I avoided the normal bustle of the office, knocked on the door and went inside. "Glad you could make it back your highness. Did your subjects get in the way" Dean said sarcastically. I had this reputation of being a primaddona. This was sometimes justified but usually not. Still it beat the Lois Lane jokes anyday. Dean had,had a thing against me since I refused him at some long forgotten party. I'd wait for Steve anyday. "What do you want Dean. I've got this Bexley murder to get ready for the late news". "That's what I want to talk to you about" he said. "Go ahead" I said curtly. "I know I tease you about being a princess and Lois Lane but you really are the best reporter I have". A complement from Dean!! Ignoring my surprised looks he continued "I need you to drop everything and look into the Bexley Murder, this is going to be big and I want an inside line on it. Find out everything you can about her, her motivations and anything as to why one of the most eligible women in the country would blow away someone in cold blood". Wow. The story of the year handed to me. "Great thanks , I only managed to get a few details before, what do we have?" "Take a seat" he said. I sat down adjusting my skirt to ensure he couldn't ogle my legs as he had tried to do on several occasions. Listen Steph he's starting to explain. "As far as we know it started about three years when she was jilted by this man". Dean handed me a photo of a man in his late twenties. Cute too. "How'd' they meet?" I asked. "It seems as though he was nearly killed when his car broke down out in the wilds, she brought him out of it and it grew from there". "I'm surprised I'd have thought she would have known better than to get involved in Dr-Patient relationships" I answered. "I guess loves like that" and he gave me a knowing look. "Carry on,I know he dumped her at the altar any idea why". "According to one of the guests it was because he didn't love her and didn't want to hurt her in the long term" Dean replied. "Not many real romantics around these days. I'd like to meet him, when's he due back from Egypt?. I take it he's on the next plane out". "That's the strange thing he's wasn't at the hotel room when the police went to tell him" Dean replied. "Very odd,perhaps he's looking for her himself" I answered. "Maybe" Dean Said. "Can I meet Dr Bexley?" I asked. "Sorry, the police won't allow it. According to sources she's acting very strangely. She just sits there not defending herself, only saying 'you wouldn't believe me If I told you the truth'. She's making no effort to try and free herself. It's as though she wants to die. Her parents are on their way and I understand it's they who have being trying to get her out on bail. She hasn't even appointed an attorney. The DA's office has never seen a suspect like it. It's almost as though she's been traumatised in some way" "Gunning down someone in cold blood is pretty traumatic. Maybe she just flipped and is only now realising what she as done" I answered. "This whole thing has got everyone puzzled. I want you get out of here and dig up as much as you can, don't come back until you've an exclusive. Here's everything we have" He passed me a blue folder which I took. I went to leave. "Steph?" "What!" I answered very keen to get this going. Once I got a story I didn't let go. "I've I feeling this is going to be big, very big. Be careful" Dean said. I went home right away to read up on this strange and chilling murder. F + 4 Days.. 3. F-21 Days No Rest For The Wicked - Cathline's Tale. ====================================================== 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. ================================================ 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 didn't 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 first hand 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 doesn't 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 wasn't as hard as people make out. F + 4 Days.. 5. F-21 Days Hope and Tragedy - John's Tale. ============================================= 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 couldn't 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 room key. 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. ================================================ 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