Message-ID: <4926eli$9710161207@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 23/37 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: <19971016134300.JAA12227@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 23 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 27.F+98 Days Hornets Nest- DR Elizabeth Bexley's Tale. ====================================================== "Though the enemy be stronger in numbers, we may prevent him from fighting. Scheme so as to discover his plans and the likelihood of their success." The Art Or War - Sun Tzu sec 6.22 Now that part's over and done with I need to make my move on the lawyer. I've already phoned the guild and made the appropriate arrangements. I'll be glad when I can get back to Rachel Martin and start earning some more money. The guild are very good but extremely expensive. How in hell did Cathline and Kat escape? My information is that Kat is at her old home in the mid-west after having a major bust up with Cathline. Although Cathline and Kat escaping from their intended prisons is bad news, my plan has catered for such events, in fact it now relies on them teaming up again which after my performance as Jennifer Porter they must. Anyway that is in the far future. I now have to become Monica Abbey for a while. I wonder when the guild will get me a sample. I'll stay as Jennifer Porter for a while longer I think. A change is as good as a rest. Besides I need an Xmas holiday. I wish Mom and Dad were here for Xmas. I so enjoyed the way Mom cooked Christmas lunch, decorating the tree,giving and dad dishing out presents to the kids at the hospital. All this HE has robbed me of. Thanks to HIM I will never have a family Xmas again. T-3 weeks. The guild have finally managed to get a DNA sample from some of Monica Abbey's hair. Their agent managed to acquire it from her hairdressers. It would have been easier to just make myself look like her and not be her at the genetic level. However I'll need this form for a while and so must make it convincing. However I do now need to get back to my 'white isle' in order to produce the Monica doses. While I'm there I must remember to get the guild to bring my dart rifle. I'll need it to deal with the lawyer. Oh yes and another very special Kitty dose as well. T-2 Weeks. I've been a very busy bunny this last week. I've spent new year as my latest persona and enjoyed it immensely. On a much more serious note the Kat is indeed back and has indeed teamed up with Cathline against me. I'm also informed that James/Jane or rather just Jane is due out of the institution in about three weeks. That's good right on time. My Laser Sighted rifle has just been delivered and I'll be ready to use it in 12 days. I've spent this week following the Lawyer and watching his movements to and from his office. I've spotted a good vantage point on the roof of a nearby office block. A quick change into another form and I'll be ready to strike. I sit in this dismal hotel room, a far cry from the ones Rachel Martin has come to expect.The rain spatters on the small window on this cold January day. I'm just sitting here waiting to turn into Monica Abbey. When I'm her I'll get into her(my) house and obtain the samples I require. I'll hate being a man for a while I know it. All lumpy and hairy ugghh. Still once I've thrown the trial for HIM I'll be able to get back to being female. I'll need to keep a close eye on Cathline and Kat for a while though. Maybe I can spread some doubt and discord in there just to spice up an already tense relationship. Hang on I can feel the changes starting now. I awoke a little smaller than I was before at 5'4. How big everything seems now. The guild have informed me that the real Monica has left to do some shopping and I have about an hour before she will return. Mind you as a contingency I've had the guild deal with her for a while, ensure the checkout breaks down while she's in the queue etc . I paid the bill at the hotel for my other self and took the bus to Monica's house. God Lawyers get paid well. His house is nearly as luxurious as my old one. Now let's see if the key the guild got for me works. Yep, now where is the best place to get some samples. I've looked everywhere for some but I've not found anything that I can use. SHIT This must be the cleanest house I've ever seen. I tried combs but all the hair on them is dead and is of no use. Wait a sec what's this under the bed, Excellent. I picked up a condom, still moist and full of cum. How wonderfully apt. I just hope that the real Monica isn't having an affair with someone but the imaging system at my 'White Isle' will tell me for sure. I placed a small sample in a test tube and walked out carefully leaving things exactly how I found them. I've now got a mad rush to the other side of the world to create my Robert Abbey doses. I may be able to be anyone I wish but I still get Jet lag. It's at times like this I regret moving all my stuff from Rhamnus. T-2 days. After a mad dash to New York I'm now ready to get me a lawyer. Monica Abbey is supposed to meet him here in on the day of the trial. But I'm afraid she will be disappointed. The press coverage is going mad, Rachel Martin is still missing of course but that's of no importance or surprise. I feel so tired after my rush to prepare my doses. I could do with some rest after this. I hate my new form(medium height,average build and average looks) but I need the 'little miss homely' look to do what I mean to do. I'm now dressed in dowdy workers overalls and have gained access to the roof on the pretence of trying to fix the air conditioning. Wow what a view. Now how does it go. Barrel slots into there, trigger mechanism engaged, mount the sight and finally load the dose. I put the rifle to my shoulder and stare down at the doors where the future Miss Jennifer Porter will come out from. Hmmm the guild said I need to calculate the range and allow for any wind. I make the adjustments to the sighting computer, perfect. Quick! there he is. The small red dot in my sights moves down from his head to his body. I may be brilliant at most things but shooting I'm decidedly average. I did consider getting the guild to do this bit but I wanted to do it. Call it a satisfaction thing,besides that would cost money and I'll need every cent I've got. Steady,Steady and there I squeezed the trigger gently. I heard a phuutt and my target winced as the dart hit his right leg. He looked down in pain and surprise and pulled out the dart. Too late future girlie. He looked around but could see no one, pocketed the dart and limped off. I pulled out my mobile and made a call. "Go" I said and hung up. There that's the lawyer dealt with. Only a small tidy up to do. After packing up my stuff I walked out as carefree as can be. I really don't want to be a man ! T Day 02:00am The guild inform me that all is set. Robert Abbey is now a rather small cute blonde and hating every minute of it. Nearly four years and it comes down to this day. The day HE goes down by my hand. Actually the plan to prolong his agony is in place,however I think the guild are reluctant to carry out such a public act in the US. Mind you two million convinced them otherwise. I stare at the Robert Abbey pill hating what I know it will do to me. I must confess to being curious as to what it will feel like to be a man. I did consider watching the changes as they occur but I need the rest so it's off to sleep. I take the pill and this time taste the mint flavoring I've put in especially. T day 06:00 am I awake in my bed. Uggh my head hurts. I feel so groggy and yet I must get up I've got a trial to throw.I look down at a flat,muscular, hairy chest. Oh God! My new hairy arm reaches out and touches down there. Hmm sensitive My new organ slowly becomes erect and feels stiff and warm in my hand. Hmmmm very nice I begin to stroke it and it becomes even more erect. Did they really stretch THAT much. Inside me is a fire beginning to burn. Not the constant heat of female passion but a burning consuming fire that demands release. Now I understand why men are in such a hurry! My strokes grow faster and more delicate. In my mind I imagine making love to a woman. She lays beneath me, eyes wide in pleasure and need. I sit atop her and push my dick inside her, she feels warm and moist.I thrust in and out, she begins to moan 'more' and I oblige her needs. Uck I've come already. Quickly getting up I rush to the bathroom and clean myself down. Inside I feel very satisfied but thirsty. I stare in the mirror Robert Abbey stares back. A twinge in my bladder tells me I need to go. Instinctively I sit down and then realise I don't need to. Time to play fireman I think. Men have it so easy as far as getting ready is concerned. I've showered,explored every part of me again. I hate being a man, there's no grace or finesse, just muscle and hair. I got dressed in a smart grey suit in under an hour. I miss my female body already. Still the trial starts in just over two hours. Time to go. T Day 28. F+92 Days The Green Green Grass of Home - Kats Tale. ======================================================== I sit alone on the bus as it takes me home. How I want to be with him again. How I miss him. I sit back remembering all the fun we had together and the night when he proposed to me. We had just seen some dumb film about Martians attacking the earth and were coming out of the late night showing. We walked along hand in hand just talking about this and that. He suggested a late night walk so we walked to the local beauty spot and watched the lights of the town below. We stood there just looking at the hustle and bustle of the town below and listening to the sounds of the night. I turned back from the view to see him on one knee, in the mud holding out a ring. "Kat. I would take it as a great honor if you would marry me" he said softly. A little stunned I thought for a moment and replied, thrilled that HE actually wanted me. "Of course I will" I said and we held each other close in the moonlight. That moment seemed to last forever and neither of us wanted it to end. I remember dancing in the town's fountain at 2am with him, and then running away as the law came to sort out the disturbance. I smiled as I recalled the Halloween party that turned into a massive food fight and the sight of him covered in cake and the cream dribbling down his happy face. The weekends we would just sit down and enjoy each others company. He was more than a companion,more than a friend he was my soul mate. I felt tears begin to form again as I realised that all this was in the past. Unless a miracle happened he was doomed and I would spend the rest of my life alone. Sure another man could come along someday but it wouldn't be the same, my soul would die with him. I slept dreaming of other, happier times. Eventually I arrived back at my home, nothing has changed in the months I have been away. I miss him. Fortunately my neighbors have been looking after the house in my absence. A for sale sign is outside the gate. Since the world thinks I'm dead I guess my parents wanted to sell the house. I'll need to see them when this is all over with. I can't go there until the 'Hell Bitch' has been dealt with as I suspect that's another place that Liz will be waiting or watching. I let myself in and see my dust sheet covered furniture. A 'just married' sign hangs from the far wall and I fight back a tear. When I'm settled and after Xmas I think I'll move out. This place has too many memories. The next day I awoke to a dull December day. The rain running down the windows echoed my tears at losing him, maybe forever. To quote a song "In silence and darkness we held each other near that night , we prayed it last forever" alas it was not to be. 'Hell Bitch' I have not forgotten my promise to you. I will go to New York nearer the trial date and try to get near him. I've tried to phone my parents but they are away on holiday somewhere. Mom, Dad I need you. Mrs Doyle, my neighbor came round first thing this morning, wanting to know who I was and what was I doing here. I told her I was a friend of Kat's and was looking after the house until it was sold. She went away a little disappointed that she had not caught any intruders. I try to get thru each day at a time. The house is quiet and empty and I miss him more now than I have ever done. Wherever the 'Hell Bitch' is, she has gone to ground. I stand little or no chance of finding her. I could try her lab after the new year but without Cathline to vouch for me I doubt I'll be able to get anywhere near. I wonder if I could smoke the 'hell bitch' out. I know I'll phone Stephanie Lane and ask for an interview. I'll try the TV station's number. After holding for about ten minutes I finally got thru. "Stephanie Lane" A voice answered. "Hello, you may not believe this but I'm Jane Stephens nee Norton and I want to talk to you about my supposed murder." "Piss off, I've had four cranks already today" was the stern reply. How rude! "I'm not a crank. Listen I don't know if you have spoken to Cathline yet, you know the lady with the ornate eye patch but we spent three months together in a harem".It's a long shot but the only one I've got I thought. "Listen I'll be down right after the holidays. DON'T go anywhere." she said and put the phone down. I've drawn a lot of attention walking around as a Jasmine clone so my first job that morning was to get a haircut. My old hairdresser was shocked when I said I wanted my hair trimmed back and restyled to my old 'Kat' style. "It is a crime that a lady with your hair should cut it off" was her remark. Still I'm fed up with it, it's too long, gets in the way and people keep asking me where my genie is. The rest of the day passed slowly as I sat alone and tried to think of a way to free him and return him to his proper sex. The only way to free him, that I can see is to prove that my story is true and expose HER evil plots. With that kind of trauma SHE has put us thru a self defense verdict is sure to be given. I just hope I've done the right thing by going to Stephanie Lane. Christmas Eve arrives and I'm dreading this time of year. I took a walk earlier on but had to rush home in tears. I saw families,'proper' families with Moms and Dads out with their kids doing some last minute shopping. The town had a festive air about it, as tacky plastic Santa's hung from nearly every shop window, carols were being played in just about every store and playing in the town square was a brass band. 'We wish you a happy Christmas'... A family in front of me had just been to the toy store and I saw a large teddy bear under the Dad's arm, his wife was walking alongside him laughing and joking. A small, cheeky faced boy was tagging along excited about the prospect of being visited by Santa. I really wanted children, his children. I wanted to be a mom. The 'Hell Bitch' has robbed me of that pleasure and privilege. I wanted with all my heart to be out here buying presents for my family. I rushed home in tears and sit alone in my empty house. Why did it have to be me? I was laying on the sofa, watching some TV and just about to devour another chocolate bar when I heard a knock at the door. They can just piss off. "Kat, let me in it's Cathline" an urgent voice sounded out. What does SHE want! "Kat, Listen I'm sorry about before. You're right Liz is evil and needs to be stopped. Please let me in we need to talk" "OK" I called and let Cathline in. "Oh Kat I'm sorry. Liz used me too" She sobbed. "That's OK please come and sit down, can I get you a drink?" "I'd love a bit of that chocolate" She said, looking longingly at the unopened bar on the table. "Take it I've got a spare" and I gave it to her. "I like how you've got your hair now. It makes you look a lot less like Jasmine"Cathline said. "That's the idea. I hated being stared at and this length is much easier to look after" "Liz used John and I as guinea pigs y'know. I bumped into Jennifer Porter the other day and she let slip that someone had paid her a hundred grand to sleep with John." "And you think that someone was Liz?" "She was the only one with that kind of money and she had the motive. She set us up" I was too sensitive not to say 'told you so' but said "This may seem a personal question but before we start anything I want to see your left eye" instead. "WHAT!" Cathline said shocked. "I know it's a personal thing but Liz has to know we are back by now. She would not be as stupid as not to have our houses watched in case we return. Liz could be anyone we know, a snake in the grass. Teaming up with us with the intention of destroying us when she saw fit." "You're nuts" "Am I? Now I will call the police if you do not show me your eye" "How do I know you're not Liz?" "OK ask me something, something that only Kat would know" "When we first met, you know when I was taken to your harem by Hassan. What was the first thing I said to make you laugh?" Cathline asked. "First, you weren't taken, I purchased you to be my maid. You made a remark about always wanting a mistress. Which judging by the way you described your sessions with Liz doesn't surprise me" "Correct. Now when we were freed how did you break the news to me? " "I asked if you wanted a big mac" "And your private name for Liz?" "Come on that's easy. I'm sure the Hell Bitch would know that one by now. Ok now show me your eye" "Why not ask me some questions like you did?" "Because I'm more paranoid than you are. Liz would not mutilate herself in order to slip in with us. She would bank on us being too polite to ask to see it. Now show me your eye or I will call the police" I said firmly. My God was this the 'Hell Bitch' sitting here? "OK, It's only because we need each other that I'm doing this. I resent being forced to show you but I can see it's the only way. " Cathline reached up and slowly took her eye patch off. I stared with morbid fascination as her ruined eye was revealed. The rest of her face was fine but the actual eye it's self was badly scarred. By the looks of it the eye had not just been gouged out as I had thought, but had been burned out with a white hot iron. I had thought the burning bit was just an idle boast by an evil man, now I saw that I had been very wrong.The skin had been roughly stitched up over the eye socket. I couldn't help but look away in horror. "I, I'm sorry. I had no idea, Sorry" I stammered. "I know I still have that reaction every time I look in the mirror" Cathline said, putting her eye patch back on. "I shouldn't have made you do that. I'm so sorry" "Listen now we have no secrets and you know that I am definitely Cathline we can start" She said, still upset by what I had forced her to do. "Not quite. I don't want to go thru this procedure everytime we meet or something. We need to think up some passcodes that only those we trust know." "Kat, you REALLY are paranoid" "To beat the 'Hell Bitch' You have to be as careful as she is. Now how do you fancy a walk?" "Why?" "I want to go somewhere noisy so that we can exchange passcodes. I've not yet had chance to investigate every corner of this house for microphones and cameras. If I were Liz I would bug my enemies houses so I could know in advance what they were up to." "OK, but I think this is a little extreme" "I don't, she's probably done it to me once before. The only way she could switch with me in Egypt was to bug our hotel room and observe everything we said and did, anything else was too risky. I'm being paranoid because if we make one slip, just a tiny error in judgement then we are dead OK?" "Liz is not infallible or invincible. She does make errors" "When? I've not seen any so far" "Us getting out of a Harem, she must be regretting us getting out. Turning you into Jasmine was a mistake. You were a too perfect Harem girl, Hassan fell in love with you because of it" "We got out by pure fluke. I don't think Jasmine was a mistake. She needed someone who could easily be spotted and identified. I say again we escaped by the skin of our teeth. If Osman hadn't have died you would have still been in that dungeon, being raped twice a day. If Hassan hadn't have fallen in love with me or been so noble then we would still be in our ivory tower. We have no idea of who Liz is or what she is doing. We are no nearer finding her but she probably knows our every move." "She really scares you doesn't she?" Cathline said earnestly "You bet. In the same way that the guild freaks you out SHE does me.. This is why we need to team up with as many allies as we can, only if we pool our resources can we hope to defeat her." "I agree, that's why I'm here. I can't forgive what your husband did to John but I'm willing to put our differences aside for the moment. " I put my hand out, "Friends?" "Partners" was the reply. "OK partner what have you got to tell me?" I said. "Let's go for a walk and we'll talk. Oh and by the way I cook a fantastic Christmas lunch" Cathline said. "OK let's go" We walked to the mall, just chatting about this and that. Now that I had an ally the families no longer bothered me. I had hope again. After a long and expensive shopping spree(I had discovered that Cathline was a bit of a chocaholic) and after buying far too much wine for two people to share we sat down at a cafe for a coffee. We were the only customers who were stupid enough to sit outside but we knew that the noise was too great and the place too exposed for any microphones. "Ok what do you want your passcode to be?" I asked "Hmm Let me think, I know 'Anne Bonny'" and she pointed to her eye patch "Who the hell was/is Anne Bonny?" "She was a pirate in the 1700's, quite infamous in her time. She spent most of her career dressed as a man" "That's ok, now what about me. I know 'Panther'" I was imagining Cathline with in tricolor hat with a parrot on her shoulder. The image of Cathline was waving a cutlass at me. I found the image very amusing. "OK, now how do we let each other know them without anyone listening in. I don't want to go for a walk each time we want to meet." "Easy We'll turn some music up and whisper." I said . I quite enjoy this spy stuff . "Let me fill you in." She said keenly. "Ready and waiting m'hearty" I said. "Very funny" Cathline said, definitely not amused. "YOU chose it" "Seriously. I have had a parcel fro" Cathline started to say. I was now getting the giggles. 'Pieces of eight, pieces of eight' the imaginary parrot on Cathline shoulder was squawking.. "Shiver me timbers, carry on" I said. If I'm not careful she'll have me swabbing the decks. "Kat I'm trying to be serious and help us and all you can do is giggle like some teenager. Please shut up and listen" "Aye Aye Capen . Shit, Sorry, I didn't mean " Oh Fuck what have I said. Cathline glared at me, as though I was some out of control school kid. "Sorry. It's been so long since I could have a giggle it kinda just took control. But I'll be all right now, honest". The image of the pirate Cathline went away(for the moment). "John sent me a parcel just before he was killed. He was under the impression that I had left him to be with Liz. He toured the entire middle east for a month, under the guidance of the local police until flying back to the US, where YOUR husband was waiting for him." "Can I read it?" I asked "Sure" and she reached into her bag and produced a very dog eared book. I opened the front page, noting the tear stains on the page. I began to read. "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 stopped reading "Cathline, listen I can't read this. It's so tragic. I'm so sorry" "Read it, we can weep together. I need to let this go." Cathline said with a tear in her eye. "Not here, back at my place" I said. We got a cab back to my place and sat down, with a box of tissues and a chocolate bar each. I read John's log with tears in my eyes. I had to stop after each page as the tragic end of John's life was revealed. "Cathline, just a couple of points you may not be aware of or noticed in the log. I think I have a lead or two from this on the 'Hell Bitch's movements after my husband flew back and a few other points as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury' Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. Comments etc should be directed to darkside@nym.alias.net Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /