Message-ID: <4929eli$9710161210@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 26/37 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: <19971016134500.JAA12363@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 26 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 30. T+4 days Finally a woman James/Janes Tale. ============================================== I'm finally well enough to go back to work. I've decided that Jane is who I really am. The required document changes are in place. I pack slowly, relieved to be out of here. It's been nearly two years and a long hard struggle to come to terms with my womanhood, but now I'm ready. James was who I was, Jane is who I am now. I'll freely admit that I make an ugly woman but I can't live a lie. I AM Female. Vickie and the lab will have the drug perfected soon and then I can look like Rachel Martin if I want to. Speaking about work I must give Vickie a call to see if she wants any help. It may sound a bit morbid but with Cathline gone I may be able to get her job. Anyway that's for later. My flight is due soon. I sit on the plane back home, thinking about Liz's trial. I was very puzzled. I thought I had it all worked out with the DNA drug and all that. But now I'm not so sure. I need to talk to someone. I know I'll give Vickie a call when I land. I phoned Vickie and she was delighted to hear from me. She had heard that I was now better and would be overjoyed to have me work at the lab again. She's invited me around for dinner tonight and I accepted. I have no where else to go. Vickie had obviously gone to town to welcome me back, as she had laid on all my favorite foods. Crispy cajun prawns for starters, Pepper steak for main and a wonderful chocolate cheesecake for deserts. Vickie is one hell of a cook. She told me about Cathline getting back and her tale of transformation and kidnap. I couldn't believe it. Yes it was possible to do what Liz was alleged to have done but why? Still Vickie is convinced of Cathline's story and the more I think about it the more I see it's the only one that fits. If Liz has perverted our drug for evil purposes then she must be stopped. Vickie and I are united on this. We designed this drug to be the cure of millions not the curse. Imagine if this secret fell into the wrong hands. No Liz must be stopped and although Vickie disagrees with me on this point, I feel our equipment must be destroyed. After turning me into a better looking woman that is. Vickie suggested that I should talk to Stephanie Lane and tell her my story. She thinks it will help our case. I'll give her a call in tomorrow as it's getting late. Vickie has kindly offered her spare room for me to stay in until I can sort out my things. Vickie is tired out, she's been running Disaster scenarios for the past few weeks, everything from a fire to terrorist attack. She's glad to have the diversion of me here to take her mind off of all this work. I never saw Liz work this hard. Since Cathline has returned and Vickie has promised her, her old job back she has found something else for me to do. It may not sound like much but I'm learning how to operate the power systems and other functions of the lab. It's not exactly my chosen field of expertise but at least it's a job and Vickie has promised me a job back in research as soon as one becomes available. I don't mind my current job though, it's interesting work and the pay is reasonable. As a boss I prefer Vickie to Liz. Liz was far to wrapped up the potential of our product to take any notice of the admin side of the job. Vickie is far better balanced. I had been back at work a few days when Stephanie Lane came around. Apparently Vickie had asked her to visit in order to get my story written down. I didn't mind I'd wanted to meet Stephanie Lane for a while. Vickie introduced me to Stephanie. "Stephanie this is Jane. " "Pleased to meet you" I said. "Pleasure's all mine" I showed Stephanie my journal and outlined the thoughts I had on what had been going on. About an hour later I had finished. "This all sounds frighteningly familiar. I'm hearing the same thing over and over again. I'm very nearly ready to go public on this but I want to find out some more about this lab and tie up a few niggling questions as well. What I do here may help to free an innocent man. I must make it watertight or else everything goes to hell. How about a tour of the lab?" Stephanie said. "I'll give you a tour of the lab anytime" Vickie said. "I need a few days to clear up some unfinished work. I want to invite Kat and Cathline as well. So we can have a council of war. We need to start acting rather than reacting. How about in eight days?" "Fine, make it after hours though. About 10pm?" Vickie Said. "Fine, I should make it on time unless my flight here is delayed" Stephanie said. "Ok,We'll be there. I want to meet Cathline again and also this mysterious Kat I've heard so much about" I said. "I've met her, very resourceful and determined" Stephanie said. "See you later" Vickie said. "Bye" and Stephanie Lane went out.. I went to bed early. I've got work in the morning. 31. T-2 days "Guild!" - HIS Tale. ================================= A Guard walked in "Bexley, I got a message for you" "What is it?" Who the hell could that be? The guard gave me a slip of paper and I read it. "Have Hope!, The Kat is Back" "WHAT!, HOW?" I exclaimed. Kat's escaped and knows about me. She's obviously got something up her sleeve. Oh my love you're safe. "The lady who gave you this. Was she about five seven, black hair and green eyes?" I asked. "Nah, if I had to say what she looked like it would be Jasmine from Aladdin. Boy was she cute. She had another woman with her, who only had one eye. They made quite a weird couple. " The guard said and then left. Jasmine! Of course Elizabeth had turned Kat into a Harem girl. But how had she escaped? Who was the mysterious one eyed lady? At least I have some chance of getting out. Oh Kat, my love you have returned to me. You have not abandoned me. I can face tomorrow with renewed hope. Kat soon I will be able to lay in your arms and consummate our union. What the Fuck was I thinking about. I was a woman now and destined to be one forever. I could never give Kat the children she desired. Not a day has gone past when I looked with hatred at my body. To the rest of the world it may seem a beautiful one but to me it is a living hell. Yes I've got used to looking at myself naked, seeing my breasts heave as I breathe,the smooth curves of my body and the triangular patch of hair that points to where my pussy is. Just because I'm used to it doesn't mean I like it. Sure I get aroused just looking at me sometimes but that's because I want to fuck that body not BE it. Still Kat must be well on top of things by now. She was always the clever one. I'll match her against Elizabeth anyday. I can now sleep in peace. I've got a big day tomorrow. I sit in the police truck, bound hand and foot with thick chains. My three other prisoners are silent. We are all wrapped up in our own thoughts I can't believe what has happened. Robert Abbey has thrown the trial. He basically stood up and said I was guilty and that I should be convicted. It was just like my dream I had so long ago. Robert had thrown the trial and was on my way to my execution. The only difference was that Elizabeth hadn't been there. She still has the capacity to destroy lives even though she's dead and buried. What has happened to Kat? I really expected her to leap in and save me at the last moment. Now I'm doomed. My guard just sits there looking impassively out of the barred window. She looks bored stiff by it all. I'm about half way there I guess. In open countryside. I wish the bus would crash, like in the fugitive so I could escape. No chance there, my lucks not like that. Even the cops in the escort car behind are looking bored. Just another day for them I guess. I stare out of the window at them, tempted to pull faces at them. Once of the cops sees me looking at him and blows me a kiss. I hear a whoosh and the cop car explodes with a massive bang. What the Fuck!. I'm thrown forward as the bus brakes hard. I hear the staccato sound of automatic weapons and the return volley of pistol shots. Another explosion shakes the bus and I hit the deck as the windows are blown in. I can hear screams and gunfire everywhere. Bullets whistle above my head as the front of the bus is raked with machine gun fire. I can see the blood of the driver and his passenger splashed around the shattered windshield. Holy shit what is going on. Me and my fellow prisoners are on the floor just waiting to die.Kat wouldn't do this so who the hell would? My guard has her firearm out and is returning fire. "You, Inside come out, You have no option. Throw your weapon outside" A voice called. "Shit" I heard the guard say she gingerly threw her pistol out of the window. She unlocked the door. A hooded man in a black catsuit lept in the van and forced her out at gunpoint. Another man leapt in, this time with heavy bolt cutters. He quickly cuts the chains of my other companions and forces them outside. Now what he's coming for me. Oh God this is it I'm going to die. He grunts something and cuts my chains with the cutters. I'm pushed outside into the open. I go to run but the cold hard metal of a gun barrel in my back tells me otherwise. The other prisoners are lined up along side my guard, they are all looking scared to death. A hooded man walks up to my guard who is just standing still, looking very scared. The man draws out an evil looking, slender bladed knife and faster than I could see strikes the guard's throat. The guard crumples to the floor, her throat slit. The other prisoners are now quaking. The hooded figure moves in a blur of color. Slowly, one by one , like trees being felled they fall to the floor. Their throats have been slit just like the guard's. Holy mother of God who were these people? I look around me, destruction is everywhere. The two cop cars are completely destroyed and bodies lay all over the place. Another hooded figure is inspecting the bodies. One of the cops moves a little, instantly the hooded man puts his gun to the cop's head and pulls the trigger, the body jerks as though being pulled by a string.I'm violently sick. Another terrorist walks from the back of the bus. He is carrying what looks like an anti-tank missile launcher. Who the hell are they, what do they want? The front of the bus is riddled with bullet holes. It's armor was not enough to save the lives of the driver and passenger. The terrorist who had slit the throats came over to me. I went to run away but I felt the cold steel of a gun in my back. I'm going to die for certain now. The man walks over to me and grabs my shirt. He rips the front of it open, exposing my breasts. Fuck I'm going to be raped. He takes one look at my tattoo and then shouts something in a language I don't understand. The one with the bazooka walks up to him and gives him a bag. My terrorist then hands me the bag, points to the bus and says "Change" Confused and shocked I walk to the bus and get inside. I open the bag and am surprised to see a skirt,blouse and shoes. Inside there is also a purse which contains about 5,000 dollars, a driving license and passport. I look at these documents and are surprised to see that they belong to Elizabeth. I take off my prison overalls and put on the skirt. It's only the second time I've worn one and certainly not one this short. It really shows off my legs, too much for my liking. I take off my torn shirt and put on the blouse. I wonder what they want with me. Hmm now for the shoes. Oh shit heels. I put on the heels and nearly tilt forwards. How the hell do women put up with them.I just about manage to bend down and pick up my purse without falling over. I slowly get out of the bus, very much aware that my skirt is very short and very tight and leaves very little to the imagination. I've just about got the hang of walking in these things now. Once I'm clear of the bus two of the terrorists carry the bodies of the prisoners and the guard into the van. The one with the bazooka gestures for me to get out of the way and he drops to one knee. He waits until everyone is clear then fires. A gout of flame erupts from the bus, which then explodes and burns. The terrorist who shot the cop lights up a foul smelling cigarette and hands one out to his companions. I'm shown to a waiting jeep and given the keys. The one with the knife says something into his radio. Within a matter of minutes a brand new hughes chopper, piloted by another hooded figure lands near to the still burning bus. The terrorists leap in and fly away, except for the one with the knife. He pulls off his hood to reveal a handsome Arabic face. He then takes off his catsuit to reveal normal jeans and T shirt. This man then takes his discarded clothes and throws them in the still burning bus. He walks over to me and gestures for me to get into the jeep with him, which I do. I have no choice. "Hello, my name is Hassan. It may or may not be my real name and if you tell the authorities anything about me you will surely die." I nodded my agreement. Who the hell were these guys? "I will take you to where you need to go. Please look natural and nothing will happen. Our customer has paid a great deal of money and would hate to see it go to waste by your stupidity." Hassan started to drive back to New York, leaving the devastated convoy behind. "You mean someone paid for all this?" I said,shocked. "Of course" "Who are you?" "Since you will die if you talk, I can safely tell you. We are members of an ancient organization called the guild. We serve anyone who will pay, no matter the cause. In nearly a thousand years we have never failed a customer. As I said before you can call me Hassan. It's been a long time since I have done any field work and I wanted to keep my hand in." "What do you usually do, then" I asked. "I am, if you like the head of the guild, as my father was before me. You are very privileged to see me as only those in my Harem usually do" "SO I'm going into your Harem then" Oh my God not that! "Not at all, my heart belongs to another, one who I had to let go and one who I would give up my life for if she asked. I miss her every minute of every day. I wanted to get out to relieve myself of the pain of loneliness." Killing four people in cold blood was this guys idea of pain relief! I asked an obvious question "Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. How could this man be so different. To me he was kind and courteous but he also was responsible for all that carnage behind me. "You are wondering how I can be so different. The answer is easy. We of the guild are kind to our friends and deadly to our enemies. " "So I'm you're friend" Please God say yes. I thought. "Not quite, our customer values you greatly. You have a powerful ally but it would not do to probe too deeply in that direction. Take it as a threat if you like" We drove in silence until Hassan, if that was indeed his name dropped me off at a nearby mall. He said to me "This is as far as I dare take you. You are on your own now. Good luck". It was getting dark and I needed somewhere to sleep. I was about to book into a motel but then the thought struck me. Holy Shit. The cops would think I was responsible for that massacre. They would go ape shit and come after me. I would soon be hunted down, I was destined to live my life as a fugitive from justice. There were no witnesses as to what went on, only my word and several dead bodies. I sat on the bench for about an hour. A woman sitting alone looking thoughtful attracted little attention. I was just thinking what do to next when I felt someone sit down next to me. "You did good. They deserved to die" A husky voice said "What". I looked up to see a man, dressed in scruffy jeans and a T-shirt. Although there was nothing sinister about the way he looked he did have a dangerous air about him. "The cop's you did over. Good work. Little excessive blowing up the bus afterwards but very professional. Who did it for you?" He said "Who are you?" I demanded. "A friend. Listen you need help I can give it to you" "Yeah, why?" "Listen, you need my help, I don't see anyone else queuing up. I'll take you to my place. Keep your head down and shut up." With nothing to lose I followed him. He drove me to a rough looking apartment in Queens and he let me in. "Sorry bout the mess" he said. Mess was the right word. Empty Pizza boxes and beer cans lay scattered all over the floor. A pistol lay on the small coffee table along with some suspicious looking white powder, in dose sized small bags. "Wanna drink?" my so called friend was asking. "Got a beer?" "Sure" and he went away to the icebox. He emerged a couple of minutes later with a bottle of Miller. "Thanks" I said. "Anytime. Listen You can hole up here for a couple'a days until all the shit dies down." "I didn't catch your name? " I asked. "Greg" "And you'd better be Dr Elizabeth Bexley or I'm in deep shit" "Relax" I said. "Hey I had you down for a Martini kinda girl. " Greg said, pointing at my beer. "Nah. Beer everytime" "You can take the bed, I'll take the sofa. " Greg said. "Thanks you're very kind" "Just a couple of ground rules. You don't go outside for any reason. You don't answer the phone, door or even look outta the window. You do and you're outta here. This is only as a favor to you because you did over those pigs. I'll send for someone who can help you in the morning" "Understood. Now I'd like to get some rest" "Ok, night" Greg Said. My first night of freedom was spent in Greg's bed. He was the biggest slob I had ever met and I hated sleeping in his dirty, smelly bed. But it beat a cell anyday. I reflected on my future. Unless Kat came up with the goods then I faced a life on the run. Even then I could be shot dead at any moment in time. No doubt every cop and bounty hunter from here to LA was looking out for me. I had a refuge at the moment but that was not guaranteed. What about all that money sitting in a bank. Well I expect that would be frozen as soon as I escaped. In anycase as soon as I used an ATM card or tried to get at any of it, that would be it. No the only money I could use was the 5000 dollars in my purse. How could I escape?. Well the first thing to do was to try and change my appearance. Pretty difficult as I was a rather strikingly beautiful woman. Still I could always change my hair for a start. These two days I had here I could use to plan my life on the run. I drifted off to sleep at about 1am. I was awoken by the smell of bacon and eggs. There was a knock at the door. I quickly checked that I was decent and covered up my exposed chest. How I hate being a woman. "Come in" I called. "I made breakfast for you" Greg said and handed me a plate full of bacon, eggs and hash browns. "You don't know I long I've waited to eat a breakfast like this" I said. "I do. I did a five year stint a while ago. Bacon and eggs was one of the things I missed the most" Greg Said. I tucked into my breakfast, umm heavenly. All too soon I had eaten the lot. "I don't know how you keep your shape, eating that much" Greg said. "I've had outside help" I said. "Listen I gotta go out. I get cable and you can help yourself to anything in the house. I'll see you later. I got up about an hour later an walked into Greg's lounge, turned on the TV and watched the news. As expected the ambush was national headlines. Shit! ten cops and three prisoners dead and me on the run. The country is stunned at the brutality of the attack and demands have gone out to congress to apprehend anyone involved. My portrait has gone out to every precinct in the state. Shit how can I escape this. Think! About lunch time I decide to get showered and dressed. As usual I feel all horny after a shower. Just touching my self and looking at my body is enough to get me going. Although I've been a woman for nearly five months most of that time has been spent in gaol. The other two days were spent on the street. In fact this is the first time I've been really alone since then. I've not really had a chance to explore my body properly. Sure I know what my tits feel like and what it feels like to stroke my pussy but most of the time I don't want to. Today however curiosity gets the better of me and I run my finger over my breast. Ohh that feels good. Instinctively my other hand reaches down to my slit. Yep it's still there but oh so moist and ready. Now where about's used to drive Elizabeth wild. Eeekk found it, oh boy that feels great. I run my hand gently over my clitoris and nearly jump with the sensations. My finger traces the lips of my vagina until I push it inside. Oh man that's good. I gently stroke my breasts with my other hand and with my other stimulate my clit again. I cry out with pleasure. I don't want it to stop so I keep going. By now small waves of pleasure are rushing from my cunt upwards, with each stroke they grow more fierce but also more pleasurable. Such is the pleasure I now feel I could not stop even If I wanted to . I stroke my clit faster and faster until I'm panting out loud. A tidal wave of pleasure rushes over me as I gasp and moan. Once the tidal wave was gone, other smaller ones followed until I collapsed back exhausted but very satisfied. I lay back and thought about my first female orgasm, it was wonderful but something inside me wanted to penetrate, do something more. Mind you even as a man there was always something unsatisfactory about masturbation, I guess it's the same for a woman. When I find Kat again I wonder how she will react to making love to me as a woman. I've no idea how do it, as a woman. I just hope we can work it out. I got up, got dressed, still flushed from my pleasure and watched dumb TV all day until Greg arrived back. "Hi honey I'm home" he said. "Hi" "Listen there's been a change of plan. I've got someone coming over tonight. She can help you much more than I can. Oh and by the way blonde or black?" "What?" "Hair Dye, I got some from the mall. Now you wanna be black or blonde?" "Umm Blonde, I think" I said. "Yeah, I think that's the right choice for your color. Instructions are on the back. You want Pizza?" "Fine. I'm not fussy" I said, taking the bottle of dye from Greg. Now how in hell do I use this stuff. Fortunately the instructions were quite clear and half an hour later I looked in the mirror at a very blonde version of Elizabeth. At a first and second glance I would pass as someone else. I dried my hair off and it then went into frizzy mode. I hated it when it did that. It took me another half an hour to fix it right. I never had this much grief when I was man. Anyway I look more human now. I wonder who Greg is bringing to help me out. I was looking at the clock turn 17:45 when the Pizza arrived. I was about to tuck in when the door bell rang, Greg gestured for me to be quiet and he went to the door, peered thru the spyhole and then let his guest in. "Dr Elizabeth Bexley I'd like you to meet " Greg started. "Stephanie Lane" I finished off. "Greg, do ya mind leaving us for a while" Stephanie said "Sure, I'll take my share of Pizza though" Greg said, walked over to the Pizza box and took several pieces for himself. With a "see ya round" he left. Stephanie Lane sat down in front of me and said. "Kat's husband right?" "How Th" I started. "Quickly we've got to get you out of here" "How did you know?" I asked, astonished. "That You are really Kat's husband or that you would be here" "Both" "I've met Kat or should I say 'Jasmine' and she's told me everything. Greg is one of my 'contacts'. He knew I'd been heavily involved in your murder case and that I didn't think all was as it seemed. He gave me a ring this morning and explained everything . I knew I had to get to you before the cops did. What in hell did you do? Your cronies killed ten cops and three prisoners and left the place looking like a war zone. You've shot up the FBI's most wanted list. If you're caught you've no chance now" "I had nothing to do with it. Some organization called the guild did it. Please, If you know where Kat is I need to see her. Please don't turn me in" "I won't, even though it's highly illegal. I'm a journalist and my instinct is for a story. I also recognise that Liz needs to be stopped at all costs. You fit into both parts so welcome aboard." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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> /