Message-ID: <4913eli$9710161155@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 12/37 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016131500.JAA11241@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 12 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 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 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.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. 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