Message-ID: <1519eli$9706181611@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Hell Hath No Fury 4/4 femdom, genetic change W TG: Hell Hath No Fury 4/4 (Femdom, genetic mutation) This is not my story, though I helped edit it. Now I'm posting it as requested -- the author wants to stay anonymous. Comment addressed to "Darkside@weasel.owl.de," or to me here for transmission to the author, or to A.S.S.D will all be welcome. V.T. If you aren't legally entitled to read this, don't. ============================================ 'What's to stop me saying yes, taking the pill and running off to find Kat?' I asked. She MUST have thought of that one. 'Forget Kat. She is effectively gone. I doubt that even my remaining millions would be able to find her. She could be any woman, and a harem is not the place for another beautiful young lady to be looking in.' 'So you have, in all practicality, killed her' 'No as a doctor I have sworn to protect life. She has about ten years as a harem sex slave before she is released. That will make her nearly forty. No doubt she would try and come running to find you, but with no birth certificate, no documents, and looking very Arabic, I very much doubt she could leave the country. These Bedouin harems are given free reign by most middle-eastern governments, so it's going to be impossible to track her down. Slave traders don't keep records you know.' I wanted to cry for my poor Kat, locked away in chains in some depraved sheikh's harem, being used as just a sex and entertainment object. I knew Elizabeth was right. My darling 'Kat' was gone.' 'Now back to your question about double-crossing me. You are quite correct, I have thought of that. Your natural body state is now female. The pill will change your body back to that of your male self. But the only way to keep it that way is to ingest a drug which I and only I have the means to produce. Each day you are without it a part of you will turn back into me, this time for good, and in reverse order. Thats right -- fanny first, then tits, then head, and you know the rest. Ten days later you will resemble me again, this time for good. ' 'So you will have me on a leash.' 'That's right, If you or I go away I will leave enough drug to last you until my return. You will not be able to stray from my side forever'. 'What if you are killed or maimed in an accident?' 'Then ten days later Dr Elizabeth Bexley lives on in you.' 'So really I have no choice at all.' 'You can say no and stay like that for good. I just hope you can adjust more than you have said. Otherwise you will find womanhood a nightmare.' 'Can I think about it?' 'OK you have two hours' and with that she carefully and visibly took the pill bottle put it in her purse and started to walk out. 'Wait how can I think properly when every part of me is on fire in arousal?' 'Good Point,' Elizabeth said, 'Fail-safe gamma disengage two hours. Fail-safe omega engage in two hours twenty minutes' she added and went out. The waves of pleasure stopped but I still could not move. The choice was clear. Just what would I give up for love? I had no doubt that Elizabeth was now quite insane. I was also in no doubt that she was also deadly serious. She meant to be my wife at any cost, and indeed this horrible choice must have been her plan from the start. To choose between life as a man, constrained by some chemical leash, or freedom as a woman, was really no choice at all. These past few days of being ogled at, being constantly aroused by the sight of my now tattooed breasts and body, menstruation looming, having to wear makeup, trying to find love again, and worst of all missing Kat -- this meant to me that being a woman was out of the question. Maybe someone else in the same situation would have been able to adjust, but not me. So the only other choice was to be with Elizabeth as a house-trained slave. I was in no doubt that she could and would use the threat of not giving me the drug against me, and I would be a prisoner no matter how beautiful the cell. In a way I was in same situation as Kat, just a sex slave for an insane master (or mistress). If she could put this fail-safe thing in me what else could she do? 'Fail-safe override' I said. Nothing happened. I was still paralysed. I guess if it was that easy to get round it wouldn't be a fail-safe. The command had to come from Elizabeth. There HAD to be a third option. Got it! agree to her deal. Then use whatever allowance she gave me to try and free myself from the drug's reliance. If it was done in secret she would never know until it was too late. Before two hours was up Elizabeth walked back in, still wearing Kat's body 'Fail-safe all disengage five minutes, Fail-safe Omega engage in ten minutes,' she said. The pleasure waves went away as quickly as they had come. 'What's your choice?' she demanded 'Deal. I want to marry you. Give me the pill,' I said She thought for a moment and gave me pill number two. I took a glass of water in slender female hands, put the glass to my full pouting lips and took the pill. Staring down at my heaving breasts, I breathed a Sigh of relief at last the ordeal was over. 'Liar!' Elizabeth said. My body began to sweat uncontrollably. Here it comes, I thought. Suddenly I felt sick and rushed to the bathroom and promptly threw violently up. Several more chucks later I stopped, stood up and saw to my horror that my breasts were still there. A quick check down THERE met only with moist,warm flesh. 'How long to I change back?' 'Never!' Elizabeth said. 'You don't think I looked at my own face for twenty years and didn't know when I was lying.' 'You mean?' 'Yes, the last pill makes all your changes permanent.' My hand went to my face and traced its gentle oval shape, and feeling tears welling up inside me, I just cried. My fate was sealed. A woman I was and a woman I would remain. 'You had a chance' she said. 'How could I have avoided this? ' I sobbed (thigh over thigh, what a pair! NO!) 'Said no to my deal' 'Why?' 'Because you're right. I am a bitch, and now so are you.' I collapsed into uncontrollable sobs 'Now you are me. You will need these,' she said, and she threw a passport and airline tickets at me. 'I think it's about time Dr. Elizabeth Bexley left, as I am very tired and I want to change as soon as I can,' she said. 'Wait' I said Kat, no, Elizabeth, held a cassette recorder in the air and said 'This is my insurance. If anything happens to me this will be found, and you my dearest twin will be in the proverbial shit'. She switched it on. 'If you don't leave now, Dr Bexley, I will call security. My husband is due soon and I know how you felt about being jilted by him. I don't know why you followed us here but you MUST go. So please leave.' She said this with the distress obvious in her voice (what an actress!). 'No You leave!' I screamed 'This is my hotel room and you are no longer welcome here' she said with a hard,determined tone. 'OK I'll go. But first I need to, you know, go,' 'Alright then.' I took off my trousers and stood in front of the bowl instinctively. I reached out for a dick but was only met by two folds of female flesh. I started to urinate standing up but quickly remembered to sit down before too much went all over the floor. Elizabeth came in and laughed in a vicious way, and threw me a skirt, saying 'you'd better wear this -- your jeans are dirty now'. I put on the patterned skirt. It reached down to my ankles and made me almost sick seeing it there. 'Time to go Liz,' Elizabeth said, starting the cassette tape again. And I went out, taking the tickets with me. Looking at the ticket showed that they were for the 03:10 flight to JFK only. This was my only chance of escape. The passport showed the face of Elizabeth Bexely PhD. Looking at the details caused my heart to sink Name : Dr Elizabeth Bexley Hair : Auburn Eyes : Blue Height :1.77 Metres Sex : Female The female part although in the same print burned it's way from the page into my mind. Distinguishing Marks: Mole on Right Thigh (soon to have massive tattoo of a hydra, I thought). Occupation: Medical Doctor. Looking at the time in the hotel (since I grew HER arms my watch didn't fit), I saw I had a full six hours to kill. I needed to be alone and so I walked. No longer in the confines of my hotel room I could not explore my body anymore, but every sway of hip, every touch of my skirt on my thighs, every bounce of breast and every swish of hair could not deny or hide what and who I had forever become. The taxi to the airport got me to the terminal just in time to catch the flight. 8. Hell Hath No Fury ================ If Elizabeth's vengeance on me was long and convoluted, mine would be swift and immediate. I did not have the means to inflict on her the pain and suffering that she had done to me, and I knew she was due (as Kat) to leave in three days. So as I sat on the plane and flew home I knew she mustn't be allowed to escape. Because once she was back I would lose her forever. She did say that she wanted her body back, but I couldn't wait that long. No doubt she would ensure that I could not follow her or track her down. So the only chance I had was when she came off of her flight. I slept rough for three days. I could not bring myself to check into a motel, and besides I had no money. I refused to take the obvious last ditch career choice for when a girl is out of money, so I slept rough. Or rather, tried to. I was followed on several occasions, and rape seemed inevitable, but somehow each time I managed to lose my follower in the crowded streets of New York. Every hour I was awake my sense of loss grew, Kat, my manhood, my life. I wished Elizabeth had just killed me, but this living hell followed me around. Everywhere I went, men and women went too and fro minding their own business. To them I was just a rather unkempt woman who had fallen on hard times. Sure, give her sympathy, but not much else. I had no prospect, only a drop into prostitution or exotic dancing, but I suspected that my tattoo would severely restrict the clients I would get. In any case I loathed my vagina and could not face kissing a man. Let's face it, the market for lesbians who had a thing for tattoos must be very small. My mind was in a blur, but then a plan came into focus. Day came and then a night and then it was time to move. I chose the nearest gun shop to the airport and went in. 'What'll it be, miss?' the owner said. 'I want something to protect me whilst I find work,' I tried to say seductively. 'And what work is that?' the man asked. Men were all the same. I should know, I am still one inside, and I lust after myself every day. 'What do you think?' 'I think you're a girl who enjoys a good time.' 'Do you want a freebie?' I said The man came out from around the counter. He was easily six foot and broad shoulders, his face showed the scars of several fights. 'Do you like this?' I said, and I showed my thigh with the hydra's tail tattoo on it 'Cool tattoo' the man said 'It goes all the way up I said, come and see' As he bent down to look up my skirt at the tattoo and more than likely my crotch I quickly brought my leg up into his face. He screamed and collapsed into a heap. Before he could get up I stamped my foot into his genitals and he writhed around helpless. Just to be sure, a quick chop to the windpipe soon sorted him out. The keys were in his pocket and as I lifted them out I looked at the clock on the wall. Just over two hours before Elizabeth was due to arrive back. Looking at the array of weapons, I wondered which one to choose. I REALLY wanted a magnum but could hardly lift one. So I had to settle for a small calibre Colt. The ammo was hard to find but eventually I found some. Carrying the gun into an airport was going to be difficult with nothing to put it in, so looking around I saw the man's sports bag laying behind the counter. Perfect! Fully tooled up, I hitched to the airport but remained quiet. I had no idea how I would get away with this, but nothing but vengeance mattered now. There is an old saying -- before starting out on revenge dig two graves, one for them, one for you. There was also another saying that revenge is a dish best served cold. Well, my heart was as cold and sharp as flint. I sat waiting in the arrivals lounge, my slender hand inside the bag, feeling the surprise I had for Elizabeth. I didn't have to wait long. In a crowd I saw her, still as Kat, looking very relaxed. NOW! I thought. But there were too many people around. At a distance I followed her. She became aware of my pursuit and started to run down a long, brightly lit corridor. 'Help me,' she screamed, but still I pursued her, oblivious to all around me. Suddenly I had a clear shot, and I pulled the gun from the bag and took aim. The pressure needed on the trigger was greater than I thought, and suddenly the world was in slow motion. There was a loud CRACK!, and the gun bucked in my hand. I looked up in time to see the back of Elizabeth's head explode as the shell hit the base of the skull. I heard another CRACK just in time to feel stabbing, burning pain as a bullet entered my shoulder. I was spun to the ground with the force of the impact, and the last thing I saw was the blood seeping out from the remains of Elizabeth's head. A smile spread across my face. 'All done' I said. I awoke in prison overalls with my shoulder still aching. I was dragged into a small room, where two cops sat opposite me. 'Why'd you do it Elizabeth' they asked 'You wouldn't believe me.' 'Try us. You had everything -- money, looks, intelligence. You could have had any man you wanted. Why'd you kill Jane Stephens?' 'That wasn't Kat, I mean Jane' 'Then who did you think it was' I could see where this was leading, and just kept quiet. 'We found this on her' and the cop produced the cassette tape, he inserted it into a player. The conversation Elizabeth and I had before I was thrown out was replayed. 'You know what it looks like to us?' the cop said. 'What?' 'Distraught over being jilted, you decided to take a little trip to the happy honeymooners. You tried to warn Jane off, but she threw you out. You then lay in wait and blew her brains out so that hubby would come running back to you.' Some time later. 'All Rise' 'How does the jury find the defendant?' 'Guilty on all counts.' 'Dr Elizabeth Bexley, you have been found guilty of the first degree murder of Jane Stephens. You will be taken from this place and brought to another where you will be executed by lethal injection. May God have mercy on your soul.' The End end Fury 4/4 (c) by Darkside 1997. 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