Message-ID: <24632asstr$960750615@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry 4:The Funeral (TG stuff) [3/8] Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2000 15:10:16 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates Part 3. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- NEXT SATURDAY, ON THE FLIGHT "HOME"... Sam stared out the window, James in the seat beside her. They held hands as they flew over the countryside in Elaine's private jet. Finally, James said, "Penny for your thoughts." "Just reminiscing about the past." "Understandable. Remembering good or bad?" "A little of both, I think. Good times with mom and my sisters. Bad with dad." "Were there any good times with your father?" "A few. But dad was always an angry man. I think I disappointed him. I was never interested in sports or cars or other "manly" pursuits. The one exception, the one thing we had in common, was fishing." "I didn't know you fished." "I haven't since I was eleven years old. Dad refused to get a fishing license that year, telling me it was time for me to get interested in "grown-up" things. I was so angry at him. It was the one thing that I enjoyed doing with him, but he just threw it away. I felt like he didn't care about me or what I wanted. He was going to make me into something I didn't want to be, and damn what I wanted." "So what about the good times with your sisters? What'd you do? Dress up in their clothes?" "No, my sisters never did anything like that, not that I would've been averse. No, my first crossdressing came later with Janine and the girls." Sam gave a brief chuckle. "What was that for?" "Just remembering something. When dad found out I was hanging out with a bunch of girls, he couldn't be happier and encouraged me to keep it up. I guess he thought I was blossoming early." "So what did you and your mom and sisters do together?" "Family stuff. Played games, chatted, talked about... a lot of stuff. I particularly liked Sunday night game night." "What'd you do then?" "Played games. Mostly card games or Monopoly. Monopoly was one of the few board games we could all play at the same time. Most of the others were 2 to 4 players, so my three sisters, mom, and I couldn't play them without someone sitting out." "What about your dad? Didn't he participate?" "Not usually." "So what game did you like to play?" "No contest. Monopoly. It was always a contest between me and Elspeth to win. That was why nobody but us two really liked the game, but they played it for our sake." "You've never told me about your siblings. Who were they?" "There's my eldest sister, Amanda, my next oldest, Elspeth, and the youngest of the three, Kate." "So what do they do for a living?" "Amanda's a stockbroker. Elspeth is a blind sculptress." "A blind sculptress?" Sam nodded. "She lost her site in college when she got a hold of some bad home-made alcohol. I'm not sure what Kate does. She was still in college when I left to attend college out of state." "Didn't you keep in contact? At least until you encountered Mistress Elaine?" "No. I suppose I should've, but I blamed them for not being there for me. Originally, I thought it was for not saving me from dad, but after I broke through my therapy, I realized it was because they refused to believe me when I told them I was really Samantha." "So are you going to tell them now? Reveal who you are?" "I don't know. I really don't. Part of me wants to, wants to run back to them, but part of me wants to just walk away, getting this all over as fast as possible." "Is that going to fulfill your requirement for whatever it is you're supposed to do here?" Sam lifted the armrest between their seats and cuddled up under James's arm. "I don't know. I'll worry about that," Sam yawned, "when I get to it." "You sound tired. Why don't you take a nap? I'll wake you when we get close to landing." Sam felt her eyes getting heavy but said, "You know I don't sleep on..." and fell asleep before she could finish her sentence. ************ SAM'S DREAM... She was only fourteen years old. She was still physically male, and only barely realizing how different that was from what should've been. She stood at the window watching her lover, Andros, drive away to college. Before he was out of sight, she heard, "So my son is a little, cock-sucking faggot who likes to dress up like a girl!" She spun around. "DAD!" "Good thing I decided to come home early or I never would've learned what kind of a sick person you were." "It's not like that. You don't understand." "You're standing there in a dress and a wig, and you're going to tell me you're not sick?" "You don't understand. I feel more comfortable like this. I... I... need this!" Sam still believed in her father. Despite all he had done, she still believed in him. She thought that if he knew what she was going through, he'd forgive her. She was wrong. He leapt across the room and grabbed her by the arm. "So you NEED to be a girl?! Well, let's treat you like the slutty little bitch you are!" Sam tried to pull away from her father, but he was too strong. He pulled a chair over and forced her over it. He still held her arm, keeping it bent behind her back to hold her in place. She turned her head and begged, "Please, daddy, don't." He backhanded her with his free hand. "Shut up!" He reached under the hem of her skirt and yanked her panties down. He put his dick to her ass. As he pushed into her, she was glad Andros had serviced her earlier. She was still slippery and still stretched out enough so her father caused her no physical pain when he shoved into her. He shoved in and out, finally letting go of her arm but grabbing her hips and violently plowing her ass until he sprayed in her, howling like an animal. They both stayed still for a while until he grew soft inside her, sliding out. He suddenly said, "Come on," and dragged her down the hall. Her panties hadn't been pulled down very far, but she stumbled as she tried to pull them up. He just yanked her upright and continued down the hall. He went into his room and threw her to the floor. He told her, "Your mother's clothes are still in the closet. Get dressed in a house frock. You want to dress like a girl? You'll do the jobs of a girl!" Sam wanted to run away, but he stood there watching. She slowly removed her good dress, and carefully laid it on the end of the bed. She walked over to the closet and got out one of her mom's house dresses. She got into it and was then forced to do house cleaning for the rest of the day, her father hovering over her like a vulture. At the end of the day, he forced her into one of her mother's nightgowns and raped her once more. After he fell asleep, she managed to slide out of his grasp, out of the bed, and ran back to her room. She threw on some sweats, got out a bag and started throwing clothes into it. She had no idea what she was going to do next, but she had to get out of the house. She didn't bother folding the clothes, and wound up unfolding quite a few. As she stuffed clothes, she decided she'd go to Janine's; she'd know what to do; Janine would protect her. She took her bag and snuck back down the hall. She stopped briefly outside the door, making sure he was still asleep, but before she could move on, she heard a strange sound coming from her father's room. She then made a mistake. She went into the room to see what was going on. She was amazed to find her father sobbing into his pillow, whimpering her dead mother's name. If she had been an adult, she'd realize her first plan, getting out of there, was the best plan. She could contact the authorities and get her father the help he needed. But she was only fourteen and had grown up on the farm. She remembered that her mother had told her that her father loved them, but had some problems. She knew only that her father wouldn't make it without someone to serve as his wife. With a tear in her eye, she dragged her bag of clothes back to her room. She returned to her father's room and slid back into bed with him. She shed tears as he stopped whimpering and gripped her and fondled her in a sexual way, as she would every time he would do this. She would never sleep in her own room again, but would never think of this as her room. She would wear her mother's clothes more often than not, but would never think of them as her clothes. She would spend the next two years thinking that if she just did this or that, she could make her father well, but it would never happen. ************ ON THE PLANE... James shook Sam awake. "Are you okay, hun? You were whimpering." "I was dreaming about... about when my father first raped me." James hugged her to him. "It's okay. The dream... The nightmare is over." Tears leaked from Sam's eyes. "James, I think it was my fault." "What are you talking about?" "The years after mom died. I could've run away, but I didn't. I caught my father whimpering in his sleep and felt sorry for him. I should've run away, but I didn't. It's my fault the rest of the years happened." "No, it wasn't! Sam, you were a little girl who still thought she was a little boy. You were too young to know what you were doing. Your father raped and abused you. Nothing you did could justify that." Sam snuggled up closer to James and cried and whimpered as he held and stroked her. She fell asleep like that. James wasn't sure about letting her risk another bad dream, but she just seemed so worn out. ************ SAM'S OTHER DREAM... She was sixteen. For two years, she had lived a life of terror. At home, she served as wife and homemaker to her father. At school, she was forced to dodge her friends' questions and interest, although that didn't happen much anymore. At first, she had avoided them to avoid the shame, but now it was just a matter of habit. Occasionally her friends would ask about her life, but she pushed them away. She was at home, doing the dishes, once more in her mother's clothes. Her father came in and sat down, leering at her from behind. She knew what was coming next, so she sped up. If she could finish the dishes and go hide before he asked for sex, then she could avoid his carnal urges. Unfortunately, it was not to be, not tonight. "Sammie, come here." She cringed briefly before allowing the dish she was holding to slip back into the water. She choked back the tears and turned to face her father. His legs were parted and he had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "Time for a little mouth music." Sam stoically walked over to him and knelt between his knees. She carefully pulled his dick out of his pants and began to suck him. Her movements were rote, mechanical, but he didn't seem to care. She was getting him close when she heard the door open and a voice call out, "Surprise, guess who's home?" It took Sam a second to identify the voice as that of her eldest sister, Amanda, but by that time Amanda had already moved to where she could see everything. "Oh, my god!" Sam was too ashamed to even pull off of him, and was only vaguely aware of her sister crossing the room and knocking their father over. Sam felt herself yanked to her feet and dragged from the room to a car outside. Amanda drove her to the police. Sam remembered being made to ask a bunch of embarrassing questions. At some point she was given boys' sweats. She was reluctant to give up the dress she was wearing, but HER dress was at home in the back of her closet. Nobody believed her when she told them about wanting to be in a dress. When they got her stripped down, they wouldn't even let her keep her panties, breastforms, and bra, putting her in the sweats without underwear. She dreamed of a passage of time, finding herself in the therapist's waiting area. When the door finally opened, the dream stopped being a memory and became a real nightmare. Instead of a door, she was being dragged towards a giant mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. She tried to run away, but was dragged towards the mouth by her sister who was saying, "Don't worry, Samuel. He's here to HELP." ************ IN THE PLANE... Sam bolted out of sleep, screaming, the word "help" echoing in her ears. She felt James wrap his arms around her, saying, "It's okay, Sam. I'm here." Sam collapsed into his arms, sobbing. "Don't let me go, James. Don't let me go." "I won't. I won't, Sam." The pilot, Jenny, came from the cockpit. She didn't interrupt as Sam cried while saying, "It was terrible. He was going to get me, eat me alive." "It's okay, Sam. The nightmare's over." After a few seconds, Jenny asked, "Are you going to be okay, Sam?" Sam straightened, but didn't pull out of James's arms. "Yeah. Thanks, Jen." "Okay, because we're about to start landing. If you need the time, I can come up with an excuse to circle the airport once or twice." "Thanks, but I'll be ready." Jenny returned to the pilot's seat, and Sam and James buckled in. James refused to let go of her hand as the plane touched down. Disembarking was a rather sedate time. Nothing much happened until that night in the hotel room. James came out of the bedroom and saw Sam on the balcony. He didn't need an empathic sense to tell that she was shivering, so he grabbed a coat, walked out to the balcony, and draped it around her shoulders. She responded by saying, "Thanks. I forgot how cold it could get in the Midwest." James wrapped his arms around her and Sam snuggled up to him. They just stood there for a while before James asked, "What are you thinking about?" She nodded towards the countryside visible in the distance. "It's out there, the Nevada family farm." "You ready for this?" "I have to be. Funeral's tomorrow." "Sam, if you're really not ready for this, we'll leave and work something else out." "No. The doctor was right. I need to see my father, in person, so to speak, one last time." Together they just watched the night until it was time to go to bed. ************ -- ---------- All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at jrdss@micronet.net I can be reached while online at ICQ# 37222294 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+