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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry 4 - The Funeral (TG) [3/8]
Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 00:10:10 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 3.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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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.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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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.

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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