By Jennifer Reed
Retribution
Valentina got in one of her family limos and was driven to a new home she
purchased in Aragon's vast countryside. They were in a small town named
after their first president Manuel. It was so named after their
independence from Castile. Her new estate was just outside of the town.
She had it furnished for her needs and was presently examining her new
bedroom. Her guards were always present because she could never really
feel safe here no matter how much power she wielded. She was outside of
the occupied area. The area she was in now, was under the formal control
of the nation of Aragon and its corrupt laws and legislature.
She had the Manor changed so many of the locks could only be operated by
her and her guards. Then she looked at the gate and the stone walls
outside of the Manor and Valentina smiled. There would be no escape from
this place unless she wished it.
Her aide approached and said, "Madam, the Sterling Family will be
expecting us later today. We should get going. It's still a long ride
to the Sterling place."
Valentina nodded and went to the gatehouse and got in her black limo and
they pulled out. Valentina was smiling as they left. She really didn't
expect a warm welcome from the Sterling family, Leanne's parents and
relatives, but she did expect that, eventually, they would see things her
way and agree to sign the forms. They would have little choice.
The ride to Leanne's family's house was long and would take part of the
day to get there. Valentina occupied herself by planning on how to
handle the negotiations with them and their questions. How would she
handle their resistance to selling their eldest daughter to her in
marriage. Her mind was thinking of these things and planning on how to
handle all of them.
A man beside them, an attorney she hired from the capital, leaned over
and said gently, "Relax, Valentina. We have handled everything. It's
all set up and we made plans for everything. The negotiations will go
smoothly. You know what to do and how we will handle any questions or
objections they may have. It will go smoothly. They will have no choice
after what you have already done. They will have to agree with you. The
Sterlings will have no choice in the matter. So just relax, Valentina.
It's another hour."
There was another very slight problem they would have to deal with and
that was her present husband, the Count De La Vega. Living in Castile,
that marriage was void and had no effect on her. But she was in Aragon
planning another marriage which couldn't take place until the first one
was legally over. She escaped, but the marriage was still there. Of
course, Valentina figured a gun to his head, work him over some, and they
would have his consent for a divorce. Or she would become a widow and
planning for her late husband's funeral. Either way, that marriage was
going to be over today.
Valentina made it to the Sterling household and they pulled up to the
house. It was a large two-story house. It seemed like the income Leanne
made, as well as Albert's and Elizabeth's, was able to provide for a
moderately large comfortable home for their family. It was nowhere near
the size of the Baron Vargos' estate, or the Count's, or even the massive
Hastings Estate they purchased in the country. But it was comfortable
enough for their family.
Valentina got out of her car with her attorney and her guards and went up
to the front door of the Sterling home.
They were let in by a nicely dressed older woman who she assumed was
Elizabeth, Leanne's mother, and there was Albert, her father, and the
rest of the family waiting there.
Elizabeth looked a lot like Leanne. There was a strong resemblance. Her
face was so much like Leanne's, just a bit older. Their eyes and their
facial features were very similar. There was also that supreme arrogance
and need to maintain control. The idea that she was in charge and
everything needed to go according to plan or else. It was an attitude
that Valentina would have fun destroying today.
Elizabeth started off the discussion, "This is just a giant waste of our
time, Valentina. There is no way you will ever convince me to sign any
forms for a marriage with my daughter Leanne. You will never convince me
to do that to her. You may as well go and spare yourself from wasting
any more time. I won't ever agree to such a thing."
Elizabeth and Leanne were about to meet their match. Valentina's eyes
narrowed and there was a fierce look in her eyes and a knowing smirk.
"Oh, I think we can come to an agreement, Elizabeth. I know you will
agree or we will have trouble."
"You can't threaten us, Valentina." She glanced toward the black-suited
guards behind her. "Threats won't get you anywhere and I won't agree to
threats. This is all over as far as I am concerned. It's a waste of
time."
"Do you know what your daughter does for a living?" Valentina asked
evenly.
"Yes," Elizabeth replied firmly. "Absolutely and it has provided well
for our family. I know what she does with males placed in arranged
marriages. So what of it? I am not ashamed."
Some of her brothers didn't really approve and looked disgusted.
Especially Miles, her second brother and Jason, her youngest.
"Her fetish for feminizing males may be why Miles has had such a
difficult time. I guess she dressed him when he was younger. Of course,
I don't expect you to care about that, Elizabeth. I know what kind of
person you are."
"And I know about you, Valentina. You were feminized by her and I half
expected some of her former clients to come here with such an outrageous
request. You are still wasting our time and should leave."
"I have no intention of leaving until we can come to an agreement. I
know about you too. And, I know you have been having serious trouble
with the insurance for Jason's treatments, aren't you?" Valentina asked
with a dark smirk.
"How did you know about that?" Elizabeth asked in surprise. "Wait, that
was you, wasn't it, you got them to drop Jason's coverage didn't you, you
bitch?"
"I won't confirm or deny anything," Valentina replied confidently.
"You bitch," Elizabeth hissed. "This is no joke. Jason will die without
his treatments."
Valentina just smiled. "So you can plan for a funeral. Or I could cover
his treatments. And a dowry of five million dollars would go a long way,
wouldn't it, but you wouldn't have to use that for Jason. I would agree
to cover his medical treatments out of my own pocket. Or you can plan
for a funeral. The decision is yours."
Elizabeth's face turned dark red with rage but she knew she had little
option here as she looked into Valentina's ruthless eyes. "Fine, I will
agree to your demand, Valentina. I will sign the forms for you...you
sadistic bitch."
"I knew we could come to an agreement," Valentina said confidently. "My
signature is already on the forms as you can see. Now all we need is
yours. I am happy to see you have the five required family members to
make it legal."
Then Valentina watched Elizabeth very reluctantly sign her name on the
form. Elizabeth Sterling. Then her husband, Leanne's father, Albert.
18-year-old Miles signed next. Elizabeth's sister, Melinda, signed and
then her mother, Chelsie, signed last. They had the five required
signatures to determine Leanne's fate.
Then they all had to sign legal affidavits assuring that they all signed
of their own free will and agreed to the legal status of Leanne.
Valentina signed a five million dollar check and handed it to Elizabeth,
"And here is the dowry for Leanne."
They gladly left the home and now she had to face her husband and sign
for the divorce or plan his funeral. Either way, this marriage would be
over today so they could legally file the marriage certificates and
affidavits with the court to approve Leanne's marriage with Valentina.
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Valentina and her guards made their way to Count Diego De la Vega's vast
estate and forced their way through the guarded gatehouse and pulled in
front of the door. If he wasn't there now, they could wait for him. Her
guards were highly trained members of the Shadow Corps.
They forced their way through the door at gunpoint and held up the main
guards and Valentina demanded, "Where is Diego now? Is he in the
estate?"
The guard shook his head, "No, he is doing his duty," he said in a voice
full of fear for his life.
Valentina then said, "We can wait for him. Search for the other guards
and have them detained and tied up. We now run this household."
Valentina's other guards gathered up the other estate guards and secured
them in another room, with their hands and feet tied together and face
down on the floor. Valentina just waited until nearly nightfall when the
Count finally arrived.
He turned into the drawing room and saw his wife there with her armed
guards. All of the blood seemed to leave his face as he saw them.
Valentina approached the frightened Count saying, "Now, my beloved
husband. We have some things to discuss right now. Especially,
divorcing me. I have the forms here for you to sign."
He shook his head, "What makes you think I would ever agree to that?" he
said as one of the women drew their gun and pointed it at the Count's
face.
"This is what makes me think you will agree," Valentina said quietly.
"You want to stay alive, don't you? Or I can be a widow and plan your
funeral. I don't care either way, I simply want to be a free woman here
and live my life as I please. Are you going to make this difficult or
simple?"
He looked at her armed guards and their faces and knew they were going to
really hurt him if he made this difficult. The Count nodded helplessly,
"Fine, I will sign the forms setting you free."
The Count signed the divorce forms as he was totally defeated. Valentina
hoped he would make this more difficult so they could beat him and maybe
break some bones. But the Count was a coward.
Valentina turned to leave, and said, "Oh, Diego, you better get with your
attorney and file these forms with the court. Or I will be back and make
it a lot more painful for you. I would rather not have to return here,
but I will if I have to."
Then the women walked out of the door and left the estate.
<<<<<<>>>>>>
The BDSM community is small, but a tight knit one. Everyone knows each
other, finding the Domme you want is not hard. It is a business after
all, they want to be found.
Locating a tall strong dominatrix blonde woman with Norse features was
easy but locating the specific one would be harder. Fortunately, the
name "Tabitha" helped narrow it down.
Finding the woman formerly named Tabitha ended in an old club that was
once a gothic night club during the start of the decade. A few questions
and a little tip would gain you trust and entrance to the underground
BDSM club that was the true money maker under the club.
Natalia walked down the hallway, walking past women only wearing corsets
that exposed their bare breasts, with nothing to cover their lower
pelvis. Guests were treated to the beauty of their vaginas. Only an eye
mask gave them some sense of privacy.
"Whammppdd!"
The sound of hard vicious swats was heard from outside of the door and
then the sound of a muffled man crying in pain was heard as he entered
the building alone. Natalia stood there listening to the sound of a
helpless man being spanked. She guessed that was exactly what the man
wanted and came here for that express purpose. Some men liked that, but
she hated it and she was here for an expressly different reason.
Most businesses were closed but this woman refused to shut down. This
was behind enemy lines for Aragon's citizens. This was the occupied zone
and Aragon's government had no say here anymore. This was occupied
territory, the citizens were living behind enemy lines. As such, the
Princess, her people, and that included Natalia, were the people in
charge now. She was about to take advantage of his new-found power over
the people.
The door to the back flew open and a large muscular woman standing over
six feet tall, with broad shoulders and biceps came out. Her black hair
was tied into a bun in the back. Her stern Norse features were very
visible now. She was wearing a tight-fitting, intimidating leather
corset with spikes on the shoulders and a pair of high heeled black
leather boots that went up to her thighs. She stood towering over
Natalia. But Natalia showed no fear at the larger woman.
Natalia stood there before the larger woman wearing a solid black
military-style uniform with the distinctive symbol of the Shadows Corps
on one of the collars and the Falangist pin on the other with its black
background and bright red arrows crossing each other. She stood there
totally fearless.
Tabitha should have been afraid but she simply laughed. "I was wondering
when I was going to get a visit from the fearsome Major Natalia. Don't
think that I don't know who you are, Marcia or Martin. I know you have
been settling scores with people involved in your marriage for years.
Almost the entire Baron's family massacred, the judge who ordered your
SRS, the justice of the peace who married you to him, and Lisa, that poor
woman who had no idea what she was getting involved with and thought it
was all so funny. She will never recover after a night with you. I have
been expecting that you would dare visit me and here you are, Martin."
The large woman looked down at Natalia with a sinister smile. "Don't
think that uniform intimidates me at all. I know who you really are.
Even if you appear totally feminine. I am just surprised that Leanne
didn't recognize you. But I do."
"Isn't this appearance what you all wanted, you wanted me to live as a
female?" Natalia asked sarcastically.
"Well yes," Tabitha admitted. "But you do it so well now that many
people can't even tell you are really male under that uniform. You are
so naturally female now. Only those like me who has dressed and trained
men before can tell. Leanne should have known. We spoke about you
before. I never expected you to pull this off so well."
Natalia shrugged. "I have to appear female for my military career. It's
required. Only women are allowed. I was allowed if I was willing to do
this."
Suddenly, Tabitha looked afraid. Natalia saw fear flash in her eyes.
"You mean your uniform and rank is real. I thought it was just dress up
to intimidate your victims. You mean this is real, you are really a
ranking member of the elite Shadow Corps?" Tabitha said with disbelief.
"Yes, The Empress herself helped with my admission into the Shadow Corps.
The princess herself helped promote me to this rank. That is also why I
am no longer Martin, but Natalia. I could no longer call myself Martin
because I am no longer male." Her eyes flashed with cold anger as she
looked up at Tabitha.
Natalia saw the fear in her eyes now that she knew this was no joke. She
still tried to appear dominant and asked, "So what did you come here for?
Do you want discipline too? You will need to wait your turn sissy."
"No thank you, Tabitha," Natalia replied laughing at her weak attempt to
appear dominant. "I had enough spankings and torture on my testicles
with that black spoon to last a lifetime thank you very much. I am here
for another reason." She glared into her eyes.
Tabitha flinched. She looked into Natalia's eyes and saw the swirling
darkness and cruelty that had taken control of Martin. The hard glare
and malice radiated off of Natalia. Tabitha knew what was driving
Natalia now. "So now you are here for revenge, like you did all of the
rest. I know what you did."
Natalia replied without a hint of fear in her voice. "It occurs to me
that you are very skilled at tormenting and abusing a man who is unable
to defend himself. Someone who is helpless and controlled for you. You
are much like those abusive men who love to beat and abuse their helpless
wives. Much like the men you love working with who relentlessly torment
and abuse their wives and you help them subjugate their wives."
Tabitha looked down at Natalia and said, "I told you before, um, Natalia.
I have no problem administering punishment when it's needed so you could
learn your place. It wasn't torment or abuse."
"That's how those abusive husbands who beat their wives see it," Natalia
pointed out. "But the wives often see it much differently. So I really
wonder how you would do against a woman who can defend herself and is
very capable and trained. I suspect like those abusive men, you wouldn't
do so well if the woman is highly trained to fight back."
This was very odd to Tabitha. Martin was here dressed as a woman and
referring to himself as one of those abused women and then saying he
could defend himself. The dark look in his eye and the way he was
handing himself now spoke of some high level training and a lot of
repressed rage. "And I guess you think you are one of those women,
Natalia," Tabitha laughed. Tabitha was still thinking of Natalia as
being the man, Martin.
"I am the only man ever to have been accepted into the elite ranks of the
Shadow Corps. I trained with them for months preparing, I passed the
trials and was accepted. I went on missions with them rescuing hostages
and women captive in this hellhole, much like I was and I am thankful for
being able to rescue those women from the hell they were in. And now I
am here for you, Tabitha."
Her smile faltered.
"I am not helpless like before. None of you could handle me now. I have
learned so much," Natalia said evenly. "The Shadow Corps trains
relentlessly. They often encounter larger and stronger male opponents
because much of the world's militaries are almost exclusively men. So we
train to disable and kill them and I learned it's quite easy to kill a
man. No matter how large he is. There are many sensitive and fragile
parts to the human body. Killing is easy."
Tabitha knew that this woman was no joke now. Natalia was deadly
serious. If what she said was true about her being a member of the
Shadow Corps, then Tabitha didn't stand a chance against her. Natalia
saw the fear in Tabitha's eyes.
Tabitha had to try. She could not helplessly let this weaker man who had
been so afraid of her before, dominate her now just because he was
dressed as a fearsome woman. She approached Natalia and grabbed her arm
to teach her a lesson and that was about as far as she got before she
cried out in pain and collapsed by something Natalia did. Tabitha didn't
know what she did but it was so quick she collapsed in agonizing pain
starting in her arm and running up to her chest. She found herself on
the ground groaning. Natalia was standing above her.
"That was a mistake Tabitha and I warned you. Your lesson starts now."
Then Natalia did something else and Tabitha cried out in pain.
"So what?" Tabitha asked frightened for the first time in her life. "Are
you here to kill me?"
"No," Natalia said, "that would be too easy. I am here to punish you for
what you did to me. You won't hurt another person after this."
She knew without a doubt that Natalia's hubris was more than just talk
now. The way Natalia took her down spoke of some very high level and
intensive training. Natalia was indeed a member of the Shadow Corps.
Tabitha did not know what Natalia did to her to make her go down so
quickly. Whatever she did was quicker than her eye could see, it was
totally unexpected.
This was not the Martin she had encountered years ago. He was so
passive, so easily intimidated into compliance. Most of his resistance
collapsed within days of the marriage. He still required the occasional
discipline to get him to cooperate and become the feminized wife the
Baron wanted. That took a little longer to do. That passive gentle
Martin was gone. This was Natalia. Natalia glared down into her eyes
and what she was terrifying.
Natalia was totally merciless and there was an intense anger and cruelty
in her. There was an intense look of darkness that swirled in her eyes.
The gentle, confused man was totally gone. Tabitha knew there was no
talking to this woman, there was no way anything she said now would have
any impact. Tabitha knew she was helpless before this anger and her
level of training. She would like to know how the women accepted Natalia
in the Shadow Corps. but from his manner of dress and how she carried
himself as a woman, that seemed to be the answer. It would be funny and
very ironic if this were not so frightening. Of course, a woman's anger
can be worse than a man's at times and women can be far more cruel.
But she wasn't about to show weakness or submit out of fear to this man.
She had had this man in terror before her before, willing to humiliate
himself in the most demeaning ways just to avoid her punishments. How
could she submit to him out of fear now? She had to try, even if she
knew it was useless and would just invite his anger.
Tabitha stood up to her full height, towering above the feminized man
trying to regain her control over him. Hoping it would work, she snarled
in her domme voice, "Nice move," Tabitha said, spitting out a bit of
blood from her mouth. "Looks like you learned so-"
Natalia took the small window of opportunity while blood dripped down
Tabitha's forehead and down her eye to land her palm into Tabitha's jaw.
A vicious series of strikes to Tabitha's body brought her down to allow
her to land the side of her fist into Tabitha's windpipe, effectively
leaving her choking helplessly. Another in her stomach and then her ribs
and the final blow was right into her temple and her vision was blacking
out. Stars were floating in her vision as she fought to regain her
breath after being struck in the throat.
"I was a man only attracted to women," Natalia said coldly. "I shouldn't
have had to accept a man as my husband. I shouldn't have had to be a
wife for him. What you did to me was very wrong. What you did to John
and Victor was wrong. You abused people and now you will pay the price.
You will never hurt another person as long as you live."
"So what," Tabitha challenged gasping for hair, struggling to talk, "you
going to kill me?"
Natalia shook her head in a cruel sneer. "Death is too good for you.
You need to experience what we all experience under you. And watch
helplessly as your future and life as you know it is taken away from you,
all hope is gone as you are enslaved."
Natalia smiled and went to a side door and opened it. She said cruelly,
"You may come in now, Madam Wonbozi. Your new servant is ready."
A large imposing woman walked in, wearing some sort of military uniform
from her own nation. She was clearly of African descent and her servants
actually seemed afraid of her. She looked like she had a vicious temper.
Madam Wonbozi spoke in a very heavy African accent. "Is this the bitch?"
she asked, looking at the woman collapsed on the floor. Two smaller male
servants followed her wearing military style fatigues. They looked at
Tabitha. Madam Wonbozi said, "She will do just fine." She looked at her
servants and said, "I accept her. Take her."
Tabitha asked in a defeated shaky voice, "Who are these people you are
giving me too?"
"This is Madam General Wonbozi and they serve their queen. They are
struggling to build a matriarchy in their central African nation much
like Castile is. After centuries of male dominated oppression, the women
are fighting back and have had much success."
Tabitha glared up at the General and demanded, "If you want female
empowerment, why do you have a problem with what I did to these men?"
The Madam General replied harshly, "Because you subjugated those men for
other men. Not for women. You worked for brutal men and just helped
reinforce the male power structure over women. You betrayed our sex.
Silence the bitch!"
The General looked at Natalia and said, "Thank you. We will train this
bitch well. My friend is ready to meet the other bitch you want to
disappear. Valentina has agreed to change her contract for the bitch.
My friend is Madam Amber, a personal representative to the queen.
Valentina likes her and has agreed with Amber. Valentina thinks this is
greater justice to that woman who hurt her."
Her servants taped Tabitha's mouth shut and carried her out of the door.
She was tied up and on a plane headed for central Africa within the hour.
Walking away from the underground bondage club undetected was easy as all
the clients wore large coats and black sunglasses and, most importantly,
they all looked away. Natalia had no trouble getting into the passenger
side of the black Mercedes that conveniently pulled up as soon as she
stepped out on the sidewalk.
"Did you take care of what you needed to?" asked the driver wearing a
solid black military uniform.
"Yes, I took care of what I needed to do," responded Natalia as she
flipped through her phone's various photos of a nude Tabitha tied up with
a pink dildo securely tied to her mouth.
Natalia left Tabitha's place very satisfied and went to Leanne's place a
little later.
She entered the darkened house and waited for Leanne's arrival. She
heard Leanne pull in and enter about an hour later. Natalia turned on
the living room light and smiled. "Welcome, Leanne. I have been waiting
for you."
Leanne jumped and looked over to see a woman dressed in black, smiling at
her cruelly. Leanne knew this woman could do anything she wanted to her
with the powerful allies he had now. Leanne recognized this woman from
the banquet. This was Natalia, formerly known as Martin Hastings. But
there wasn't much of the gentle, naive man left. Natalia was a cruel and
merciless spirit of vengeance coming for her. Leanne was frightened.
"Because of you, I suffered continuous rape, derogation and my entire
life was destroyed by you and your friend the Baron Vargos," said Natalia
darkly as she stood there facing Leanne. "And you said I should accept
it, because somehow the Baron became my husband whether I liked it or
not. I had my obligations to him and he had his rights. You said."
Natalia continued to approach her slowly.
Leanne backed away in fear. "He was your husband, he had a husband's
rights over you, um, Natalia. None of you can understand how our culture
sees this. He was your husband and had a husband's right. You don't
have that right over me. I am not your wife."
"I never accepted him as my husband," Natalia said quietly. "I never
consented to the wedding, I never accepted it, signed anything and no one
even asked me or told me of it. It just happened and I was expected to
accept it, or else. And even if I did sign my consent to it, no husband
should ever have that kind of power over his wife. Such a thing is a
violation of a person's human rights. That's why Castile abolished such
things."
Leanne laughed bitterly and said, "Actually, Natalia, in your new nation,
the wife holds all of the power over the husband's life. Men have almost
no control over their lives. It's ironic that a man like you could work
for and actively support such a nation."
Natalia violently grabbed Leanne's arm and shoved her down to the floor.
She stood over Leanne with a horrifying evil smile. "I have the rights
over you all as a commander in the Shadow Corps. Commander of the
occupying forces. And I have a victim's right to extract vengeance for a
life that was destroyed. For all I suffered because of you. I do have
the right."
Then Natalia pulled her hand back and viciously slapped Leanne across the
face, causing her to cry out in pain.
Leanne was frightened and it was so odd. She knew this was the man named
Martin. But there was little left of the man she encountered many years
ago. This was a man with little masculinity left. He was totally
dressed as a woman, he moved like a woman and he seemed like a very
vengeful woman standing over her. Leanne understood why the women of the
Shadow Corps accepted Natalia so well. This was a vengeful woman on a
mission.
Natalia pulled her up to her feet and glared into her eyes with an evil
smirk. "Tonight, Leanne, you will begin to experience what I experienced
every night for over a year. Tonight will be a small taste of what I
endured because of you." Natalia flashed an evil grin and said, "And it
will only be the beginning."
Leanne trembled, guessing that Natalia was going to sexually assault her
in the way the Baron had done to Natalia. Leanne was confused when
Natalia headed for the front door and opened it. Leanne despaired when
she saw a large imposing woman walk in followed by other women who
appeared to be servants. The large imposing woman looked very accustomed
to great power. The woman was clearly of African lineage. The woman's
body was rippling with powerful lean muscular power. There was an evil,
cruel look in her eyes as she glared at Leanne and smirked.
"Is this the package?" the woman asked Natalia. Not even regarding
Leanne as human. She was a package.
Natalia nodded. "Yes. This is Leanne Sterling. Leanne, this woman is
Amber, she is a high-level dignitary to the African queen. She wants a
personal sexual servant and we negotiated for that person to be you and
your family agreed. They will never have to worry about money again.
Your younger brother will have no problem getting the expensive medical
treatments he needs to survive. The Queen agreed to pay for it."
Amber asked, "Can we try it out for a night, before I take it to our
homeland?"
Natalia nodded her agreement and Amber dragged Leanne into her bedroom
with the other women and slammed the door. Natalia didn't know what was
going on in Leanne's bedroom, but she often heard Leanne crying and
screaming no. She could hear Leanne's muffled pleading and begging and
Natalia could only guess Leanne's face was being smothered by Amber's
vagina. The thought was very pleasing for Natalia. Leanne was beginning
to experience the helplessness she often imposed on the men.
Everything was quiet by the next morning. Amber walked out of the
bedroom with a shaking and very tightly bound Leanne following behind.
It was evident that she had been used all night. Her hair was a tangled
mess, her face was slick covered in a layer of pungent thick female
ejaculate. Her face was bruised from being pounded by Amber's vagina
most of the night. The haunted look in Leanne's eyes spoke of much
trauma and it was only the beginning for her. Natalia knew that feeling
well, having experienced it herself many nights. She looked about like
that after the second night with the Baron. Leanne had thought nothing
of it.
Amber said confidently, "She will make a good servant after some
training."
Leanne begged, "Please, Martin, I mean Natalia, don't let them take me!
Please?"
Natalia laughed cruelly, enjoying Leanne's pleading. "I remember begging
you during the preparations for my marriage. You said I had to do it
because someone agreed to do this to me. Don't expect any help from me
after what you did to me."
"But that was a marriage your family agreed with," Leanne protested.
"This is something totally different."
"Your family agreed with this. I saw the signatures," Natalia said with
a smirk. "They will never have to worry about your brother's treatments
again. As for the marriage, what I was in was no marriage. I was simply
his slave. He never loved me, and I hated him. We all know the Baron
simply wanted to hurt me. It was no marriage. It's actually offensive
to call such a thing a marriage. He just abused me for a year. So now,
enjoy your life with Amber. And don't worry, I know you are straight.
Amber will provide men for you. You will get lots of big cocks shoved
down your throat so you won't have to worry about that."
Natalia wore a huge smile of triumph, contemplating Leanne's future.
As Leanne was being taken out of the door by her new owner, Leanne tried
one time to save herself. "Natalia, your friends, the Princess, Elsa,
those people are very brutal. You have allowed your rage to cloud
everything and you have no idea what those monsters are planning for this
country. Just because of what happened to you, you are helping them
subjugate the entire country and you think you will be rescuing people.
They will enslave us all."
"They all deserve it," Natalia replied. "Especially you."
"Natalia," Leanne said darkly. "You are a monster."
"Thanks to you. You created me," Natalia replied and walked out of
Leanne's house.
Natalia still wanted to personally see Jessica Kendall but she lived
outside of the occupied zone. Aragon's government still controlled a
vast portion of the country but that problem was about to be solved very
soon and Castile was mobilizing hundreds of thousands of troops for this
upcoming operation.
<<<<<<>>>>>>
Vivian had recovered and was ready to be released from the hospital.
There was a knock on the door and Natalia let herself into the room. She
was smiling happily at seeing Vivian.
Vivian returned Natalia's smile as they held each other. "Natalia,"
Vivian said with a smile, "That uniform looks really good on you."
Natalia was wearing the black uniform of the Shadow Corps with their
insignia on her collar. Natalia quipped embarrassingly, "Thanks. It
doesn't really fit. It's a woman's uniform."
"I can tell it's designed to fit a woman's form," Vivian responded. "But
you are the only man in the entire branch. That is still very impressive
and you are a Major and in the elite division. The uniform still looks
good though. You shouldn't be embarrassed that you are wearing a woman's
uniform. And it does fit your form nicely."
"I don't have the hips for these women's pants. I don't have the narrow
waist to fit in the top very well. I do have the bust for the extra room
on top. I also have to wear a dress skirt at times," Natalia said as she
looked down in shame. "But still, I wouldn't give this up for anything.
I really feel like I belong and I have done much good in the Shadow
Corps. I do love it."
Natalia had done a lot of good things in the service. But Vivian was
sure wearing the officer's dress uniform was embarrassing to Natalia as a
male.
"I am told I will have to wear the official dress uniform for this
mission too. It's just the standard dress uniform for a Shadow Corps
Officer," Natalia said to Vivian.
Vivian figured it was embarrassing for Natalia and might bring up some
bad memories of being forced to crossdress. Natalia seemed reluctant
even to speak about wearing the uniform, but unlike before, this brought
her pride and respect. Natalia seemed to be proud of her achievement of
being accepted and being a ranking member of a military unit only open to
women.
"Princess Alejandra is still in recovery," Vivian said. "Her procedure
was very successful. I heard she is as pleased as I am."
"I must say you also look very good, Vivian," Natalia complimented her
and she glowed with joy. "You are even more beautiful now."
Vivian hefted her enlarged bust in both hands and said, "The women of my
family are really stacked on top. Now I look much more like the woman I
was meant to be. They really didn't have to change my genetic codes to
get enlarged breasts. They were already there and simply needed to be
activated to grow to a double D cup. My aunt has an E cup, my mother has
a double D cup. They both have trouble finding bras in their size or
clothes to fit on top."
Vivian struck a proud, sexy pose. Natalia could see that Vivian was very
happy with her transformation and so was he. Then Natalia remembered how
close she came to having this done to her.
Natalia asked, "Can we go see the Princess?"
"Not right now, her sister is in there with her at the moment. But she
will want to see us soon. I am sure she is interested in my results."
While they waited to be able to see the Princess, Vivian signed her
release forms. Then they sat with the many other guests also waiting to
see the Princess.
During Natalia's time there, she started thinking about the mission to
the United States and she realized she would have to remember English.
She had been here in Castile and Aragon for so long now, that speaking
Castilian was second nature by now. She spoke Castilian Spanish full
time. She remembered English, but it would be a little difficult to
speak again.
One of the crimson-uniformed imperial guards to the Empress walked into
the waiting room and said, "The Empress is now allowing visitors. You
may all enter and visit Princess Alejandra but be mindful that she is in
recovery."
They all stood and followed each other into the Princess's large recovery
room. Her sister, Elsa stood beside her with her personal imperial
guards nearby.
The Princess looked helpless at the moment, which was deceptive. She was
little more than twenty years old but had accomplished so much. She
personally changed the entire empire almost on her own to get her sister
crowned Empress. She personally led the forces during the Civil War at
sixteen. Natalia wondered how a sixteen-year-old girl could ever lead a
nation's military forces and how they could respect a teenager enough to
follow her orders. Alejandra managed to do it though.
Alejandra must have an iron will, be extremely intelligent, and an expert
at military tactics. She also performed enemy interrogations on her own
and always got the information she wanted. All of this at sixteen.
Natalia wanted to laugh, some dumbass Duke thought he was strong enough
to make the princess submit to his desire. What a laugh that was,
Natalia wished she could have been there to see it. Unknown to the Duke
he was giving Alejandra exactly what she wanted. Natalia had broken
within days.
The Empress announced to all of the guests, "Welcome Archduchess Knox,
Valentina, Baron Hastings, Rose, Carol, and Jeanne. I am so glad so many
are concerned with my sister's recovery. I am proud to announce that
news of my sister's transformation at the orders of the Duke has gone out
to all of the Empire. All of the nobles from Castile, Leon, Galicia,
Toledo, Granada, Valencia, and Barcelona are all in mourning for their
lost Prince Alejandro. But every noble is willing to proclaim their
loyalty and acceptance of their Royal Princess Alejandra. Alejandra is
doing very well and she announces she will be released tomorrow and that
you will all depart on your mission to the United States."
Then the Empress narrowed her eyes at Natalia and said, "Baron Hastings.
You should have worn your officer's dress uniform for a personal audience
with the royal princess."
Natalia admitted she should have and bowed her head. "My apologies, your
Majesty. I should have worn my dress uniform to see the Princess. I
will wear it for the mission to America. I know we must make a good
impression."
Elsa smirked, knowing full well how embarrassing it would be for Natalia
to wear the formal dress uniform. The military officer's uniform was
designed for women, officer's positions were only open to women,
especially in the Shadow Corps. Natalia, being biologically male despite
living as a woman, and being an officer in the Shadow Corps, was unique.
And would have to wear a woman's uniform. The Shadow Corps only had
uniforms for women and they had no intention of designing another uniform
for men.
Natalia would have to accept wearing a woman's dress uniform or leave the
military service. She had no intention of leaving at all. She loved
serving in their military. It gave Natalia the respect and ability she
wanted and she did very good things. The women in the Shadow Corps
admired her ability in wearing the dresses and blending in with them with
no problem at all. She would wear the dress uniform, style her hair, do
her nails, and keep her body hair to a minimum just like the other women
did to blend in as best as she could. The women admired the effort
Natalia went through for their respect and acceptance.
Alejandra motioned for Natalia to approach her bedside. Natalia did and
knelt in her presence.
The Princess said softly, "Natalia, I know this is a difficult life for
you. I understand you are a man and find it very difficult and
humiliating to dress as a woman for us. I am impressed by your total
willingness to do so and I doubted you would be able to do it at first.
I also know what we are asking will be the most difficult of all.
Dressing for your own country and in the presence of those who persecuted
you. But if you do this, it will solve many of our problems and I think
they will listen to you more than us. So Natalia, if you do this for us,
I will promote you to the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Shadow
Corps."
Natalia wondered about her rapid progress through the ranks, quicker than
anyone else. She was made a first Lieutenant immediately upon joining
the Shadow Corps. She went through the standard training of six months
before being accepted and she entered as a commissioned officer, first
Lieutenant. Then after a few very high-risk rescue missions in Aragon,
she had been promoted to captain. Natalia had gone from a civilian to
being a captain in less than a year.
She had then entered the elite division of the Shadow Corps and their
lengthy and grueling training that rivals training for the Seals in the
United States. Upon passing the training and the trials, she was made a
Major. And now she was being offered a promotion to Lieutenant Colonel.
And she had been in the service for only about three years. It typically
took around two decades to reach that rank.
"Natalia, you are totally exceptional. You have gone so far beyond
anything we could have ever hoped for. You went out of your way and put
yourself at extreme risk to rescue women being held hostage in Aragon.
You earned the near fanatical respect of the squad you are leading when
we though they would hate being led by a male. You go through a lot of
effort to present yourself as female for your squad's acceptance. You
formed a sisterhood of support and respect with the women you lead. Add
to that your accomplishments in the United States. Standing in front of
Congress recounting all that happened to you in detail and standing up to
those who tried to demean you. Fighting for your company and punishing
those who had sent you away. You earned all of our respect and have
exceeded our expectations. That's why we promoted you so fast. That's
why you were made Baron. You earned that. You earned each and every
rank and medal."
Natalia bowed her head. "Thank you, your Royal Highness. I won't
disappoint you. I just think John will probably laugh when he sees me."
"I highly doubt John will laugh when he sees you in your officer's dress
uniform. I don't think he will laugh at all," Alejandra said seriously.
Yeah, Natalia had to admit to herself. Wearing the dress uniform with
the badges, the insignia, and the rolls of ribbons on her chest. John
may initially think it is humorous for Martin allowing himself to be so
feminized into Natalia, but the uniform and her status will be no
laughing matter. This was really no joke. And John would probably kick
himself because he was one of the people who made all of this possible.
The feminization in the first place allowed Martin to merge with women so
well. He related to them on a level that few men could ever do or want
to. Martin, now Natalia, did it effortlessly and it endeared her squad
to her, gaining also their loyalty in ways that few female commanders
could ever hope to have with theirs.
The Princess suspected that Natalia's suffering and lessons as a woman
she had endured under his imposed husband had a lot to do with it. She
dismissed Natalia and asked Vivian to step forward. Vivian stood by
Alejandra's bedside with a glowing smile.
Alejandra smiled, "You look better than ever, Vivian, and I am highly
impressed with what you are willing to do. I can see you asked for extra
large breasts. Those are very impressive and I am sure it will attract a
lot of male attention."
Vivian nodded her acknowledgement. "I was told that the doctors didn't
have to change much to grow my large breasts. The women of my family all
have large breasts. The doctors merely had to activate the genetic codes
to cause them to grow. I now look like a woman and I have no male parts
anymore. I am what I was always meant to be. And you look beautiful
too, Princess. But you always looked beautiful."
The beautiful Princess laid there recovering, now having a real female
form. Not that she didn't already from the years of taking underground
and unapproved hormones to achieve a female form. But it was now for
real and forever. And, while the small breasts the Princess had before
were barely noticeable, the ones she had now were very noticeable. They
weren't as large as Vivian's double D cups, but they were there and very
respectable. She was unmistakably a woman.
Alejandra said with a slight girlish giggle, "Yes, thank you Vivian. And
now the doctor says we will have to concern ourselves with a woman's
monthly cycle. Something we never had to worry about before. So as
women, we better prepare for it or we will be very sorry. It will come
whether or not we are prepared for it."
Elsa standing in the back laughed out loud at that. She had lived as a
woman all her life and knew those frustrations since puberty. "Yes
indeed, you will need to prepare for 'THAT'. Oh, what fun. You think it
will be so delightful, you have serious pains, cramps and it can get
messy. And frustration waiting for you." Elsa laughed. These new women
didn't have a clue what they had signed up for. She was glad she was
there to help guide them through it all and she would make sure her
sister was prepared for it.
Then Elsa approached Valentina. She also had had some work done, but she
had the least done. Most of making her a woman was already done. There
was one little useless thing to remove from her body to make the
transformation complete. "How do you feel, Valentina?"
"The final part of my masculinity was finally removed. Not that I had
much left anyway, so it was no great loss. My masculinity was taken from
me years ago and this is my life now. But still."
"I know," Elsa said comfortingly. "Everything is set up to repay those
who did this to you. You can personally thank them for this. You have
shown yourself to be a very strong woman and I hear you already received
praises as a new cadet in the Shadow Corps. I am impressed. And you
have two older sisters to help you whenever you need it."
"They are on assignment," Valentina replied. "But I am thankful for
them."
Then Elsa said loudly to all in the room. "And now, the Princess needs
to rest and recover. Go home, relax, and prepare. Tomorrow, you depart
for the United States."
<<<<<<>>>>>>
At the Capital of Aragon, President Manuel Perez sat at the head of a
large conference table. He looked around the table at Count Martinez,
who was the new Minister of Defense after the Duke had vanished, Baron
Diaz, Perez's aide and adviser, Count Hernandez, the Minister of the
Interior, and Count Rodriguez, the leading general of the armed forces.
The looks they returned showed that they were concerned about what was
happening in their country.
The president began the meeting, "We are here to decide what steps we can
take now. The fascist empire of Castile has landed an occupation force
on the eastern tip of our island and it's clear they are not finished
yet. We know they plan to expand their zone of control to all of our
island. We need to plan and decide what we can do to fight this and what
our capabilities are now. Martinez, can you tell us about our present
strategic options now and our situation with your forces?"
Martinez replied, "Our options are extremely limited at this point. Our
entire navy was destroyed in a single night in what was like the battle
of the Philippines' sea. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Our air
force was destroyed also. It was like the great Marianas turkey shoot.
Our pilots were untrained for combat even though they were flying the
most advanced fighters on the planet. All we have left now is our five
army divisions totaling about 20,000 men that are to defend their section
of our nation. The sixth division that was stationed on the eastern tip
was destroyed during Castile's invasion. The remaining divisions won't
be able to fight Castile's army when it comes. They are ill equipped and
ill trained and, since we have lost air superiority, they can be bombed
from the air. Our air defenses are all knocked out. I am open to any
suggestion but I don't see any way now."
General Rodriguez spoke up, "The army divisions we have left on the
island can easily be overwhelmed and defeated on their own. And they
can't really fight Castile's divisions of equal numbers as we saw, our
sixth division was totally destroyed with hardly a fight. We don't have
many options left, thanks to that stupid Baron Vargos and his idiocy. We
never expected to have to defend ourselves, with the American Fifth fleet
stationed right off our shores with two carriers.
"Because of that Hastings guy and the idiot Vargos family, the Americans
were pissed and their fleet simply sat there and watched as Castile
destroyed a majority of our military assets. So now we have only a few
options left and nothing can really change the eventual outcome of total
defeat. Our first option is to disband our divisions and order them to
do insurgent strikes like guerrilla tactics. Hit and fade attacks and
stay hidden to harass the enemy forces and make things difficult for
them. That's one option, and our second option is to call our divisions
all here to fortify the capital. Castile will come here sooner or later.
Fortify the capital and make it very difficult for them. They won't be
able to take the capital without a serious fight. Those are the only
options I see."
The President's Adviser, Baron Diaz, spoke up in a very sad tone trying
to get these people to understand the scale of the threat they were now
facing. "The problem is that because of some aspects of our culture and
laws, that Castile barely even sees us as human. Some of you were there
when their Empress visited us. She regarded us as dogs, subhumans.
That's what we are in their eyes. And they have rescued men and women
from our nation and those victims taint how they see us. They rescued a
man who was being forced to be a woman in a marriage about two years ago.
That man is full of rage and has an army behind him and he swore to
return. He actually has returned and he plans on wrecking his vengeance
on our people. They will not distinguish between the innocent and the
guilty and neither will Marcia after what he suffered in our country."
The General still thought of Marcia as a joke after what he saw in the
headlines and the gossip paper about him which just angered the adviser
even more.
"Marcia is no joke now. She has renamed herself Natalia and pretty much
lives full-time as a woman. She is indistinguishable from a genetic
woman. Natalia is a woman full of rage on a mission of revenge. She's a
highly skilled assassin and special forces soldier now. On one of her
first missions here, she invaded the Vargos estate by herself, and killed
each and every guard in the manor, very slowly. Natalia took her time
hacking pieces of flesh off of their bodies one at a time, until they
died. It was very bloody and gory when the police examined the scene.
The Baron was already dead, but Natalia found the Baron's sister and her
family. She executed the sister's two children in front of her eyes and
then killed her and her husband. Natalia left the Baron's parent's alive
to suffer, knowing there would be no more legacy for the Vargos family.
They would have no heirs, no family legacy. They were finished.
"There's no way to prevent what is coming," the Adviser kept talking.
"Those are both very poor options, but it is all we have left, thanks to
our own stupidity. Both of those options will invite savage reprisals
against our people. Fortifying the capital with 20,000 troops seems
good. But we will still be defeated, and won't stop Castile from
mercilessly shelling and bombing the capital into a smoking ruin much
like Berlin was after the war. Tens to hundreds of thousands of
civilians will die in that battle.
"The only sensible option now is to give up and save what we can.
Nothing can change the outcome now. We will be defeated, there's no way
we can fight them and, perhaps, we deserve it all," Baron Diaz said
sternly. "We were given countless chances to change our cruel laws that
allowed people to be bought as property and enslaved to another's will.
That court case years ago, we should have abolished those laws, but you
all refused. Then Hastings was taken, followed by Knox. That hurt our
alliance with the United States and made them totally unwilling to defend
us. Can't blame them after abducting their citizens.
"Then that idiot Duke took Castile's Princess, the Empress' sister. How
stupid can you all be? We deserve this, we can fight it, but it will
only invite more harsh reprisals against our civilian population. Not
that any of you care about that little thing."
The General spoke up again, "That is part of our culture and how we live.
We saw what happened to Castile when their empress abolished the laws and
changed their society. Their Empress plunged her nation into a full
scale civil war that cost the lives of millions of civilians.
"She was allowed to change those laws only by executing a number of
prominent nobles in what they often call the second night of long knives,
and elevating women to those positions and previous victims gave her the
power to abolish those laws and change society. And it cost them so much
that some areas of Leon and Granada still haven't fully recovered from
the war. We don't want to go through that."
The adviser retorted, "Only because many of you would violently oppose
such changes. It wouldn't be like that if you wanted to do what was
right and abolish slavery here."
"It's not slavery, they are arranged marriages," the Minister of Interior
said.
The General said, "And we saw what they did. We don't want that society
where all men do is obey and are barred from most positions of power. We
don't want that here and we will resist with all we have left."
"Men can have power there," the adviser stated. "We have seen what
Hastings has become. He has become a full officer in their elite
military divisions with hundreds of soldiers following him. If a man
shows he's loyal and worthy, he can lead."
The General laughed bitterly. "Yeah, he only obtained that power by
allowing himself to be dressed as a woman for them and merging with the
female leadership as one of their own. Huh. And he can do that because
of the late Baron Vargos here and given him extensive experience in being
a woman. That's the only reason."
"Maybe," The Adviser responded. "And now he is here with his soldiers to
thank us for it all, personally. And Castile's officials have a long
list of names of people to round up when the time comes. And we see they
are building enormous concentration camps in the area they now occupy and
are ready to expand. They have mobilized more than a hundred thousand
more troops on the mainland of Castile."
Their president said, "Okay. Our options are very limited. We will
gather what forces we have left and fortify the capital. We will be
defeated, the forces will be overrun but not without a fight. We can
make it very costly to them."
The adviser said sadly, "No it won't. They won't even have to use their
soldiers to overrun ours. They will simply bomb the capital into
oblivion."
<<<<<<>>>>>>
The doctors felt that Princess Alejandra Primo De Rivera had reached the
point in her recovery that she could be released. Since her husband was
nowhere to be found and she had her own people escorting her, she was
finally released from the hospital on her own and went out to meet her
sister and her personal imperial guards.
The Empress made it a point to meet the doctor personally and inform her
that she was finished as a doctor. The doctor did good work, but she was
very unethical, so her license was revoked and her credentials as a
doctor were removed. She wasn't happy about it, but she wasn't about to
argue the point with the Empress herself. Especially not after being
threatened to be arrested and taken to a Castile labor camp for the rest
of her life. But being a Doctor was all she knew how to do, she had
studied nearly a decade to get the education required. What was she
supposed to do now?
The Empress and the Princess didn't care. They simply informed her that
her behavior as a doctor led to this point. She was finished.
The princess walked out of the hospital with her sister. They met up
with Natalia and her new girlfriend Vivian and Valentina was there with
Carol. They were all kneeling in respect for their Empress and for their
Princess.
She noticed that Natalia was wearing her officer's dress uniform that
included a women's dress skirt and black heels. Her surgically augmented
bust stood out more predominantly, and she had on some makeup that
feminized her appearance even more. Natalia's hair extensions that were
done in some elaborate updo style and her fingernails were polished.
Alejandra often went all out when it was required and so did Natalia.
The Princess still saw the confusion in Natalia's eyes that said she was
unhappy having to become a woman for her career, but the Princess also
saw a look of pride hidden behind it all. Unlike when she was required
to crossdress and appear as a woman before, this was the life Natalia
chose of her own free will. Natalia insisted and chose to join an all-
female military unit. She knew it would require her to present as a
woman and she did it.
When Alejandra first accepted Martin as part of the Shadow Corps,
Alejandra had little hope it would work out. Alejandra was only going to
promote him as far as needed to achieve her political goals. Martin was
a victim of Aragon and accepting him in an elite military corps would
send a good message in that they were giving him a chance.
From what she had heard of Martin, Alejandra had little hope it would
really work. She expected the women under his command to resent him and
disrespect him. She expected him to not really cooperate with the
requirements and do only as much as needed to pass, but nothing more than
that.
Alejandra found that she was one hundred percent wrong. Martin's sexist
and slightly misogynistic attitude was totally gone. He respected the
women he commanded. And to her utter shock, they came to respect him and
he had a leadership style that really endeared the women to him in ways
she never thought possible. He fully became a woman named Natalia and
even had his name legally changed in Castile to reflect that. The women
gravitated to Natalia and helped her. Natalia went beyond what was
required in order to merge with the female command structure of the
Shadow Corps. Natalia totally presented as female and went through a lot
of effort as many women do to beautify themselves.
Natalia also never failed a mission. Natalia put herself at risk to
protect the women under her command. She put herself at risk to rescue
women she was sent to save and all of that endeared Natalia to the women
she commanded even more and she did everything possible to help them.
It all bewildered Alejandra. Where was this sexist misogynist that
didn't give a damn about women's suffering at all, and only cared for
himself? Where was that man she heard so much about? Where was Martin?
But this was one time she was happy to be wrong. Accepting and vouching
for Martin had not been a mistake.
She told the group to rise and looked at Natalia and complemented her,
"You have never let me down. You look good, Ms. Hastings. Now let's
prepare for our mission. Our flight to New York is waiting."
They all filed into an over-sized limo with the princess's personal seal
of a solid black eagle holding the seal of the Castile Empire and the red
crossed arrows on the door. They were taken back to the airbase that
Natalia had helped capture during their initial paratrooper assault.
They all saw a private 767 waiting for them to board. It was the
Princess' private state aircraft she used on official duty like
diplomatic visits and missions.
The princess led them on-board and the door shut. She gave orders to
take off and the aircraft sped down the runway and took off into the sky
heading to LaGuardia airport in New York.
They settled into their seats and prepared for the nearly six-hour flight
to New York. Many of them lay back in their seats to sleep. Valentina
didn't and neither did Natalia. Sleep tended to bring up traumatic
nightmares of what happened to them. Natalia wondered about her
girlfriend Vivian. Vivian suffered longer than Natalia did in her
marriage and was more extensively feminized. Vivian was feminized to the
point that it was impossible to live as a man. Natalia could live as a
man if she chose to, but she wanted a military career in the Shadow
Corps. Unlike Natalia, Vivian desired the feminization and made the best
of it while it was a humiliating and demoralizing nightmare for Natalia
during her marriage. Maybe that made the difference, but Vivian was
still abused relentlessly. However, Vivian laid her head on a pillow and
went to a peaceful sleep for the next six hours.
Valentina stayed awake also. She had not wanted the feminization and
reacted to it much like Natalia did, but unlike Natalia, she wasn't
spared the most radical forms of feminization. Valentina suffered the
worst and the longest. Her marriage went on for five long years. And
her body was totally transformed into a woman during that time.
Natalia wondered about that. That fate had been planned for her as well.
Her husband, the Baron Vargos, had intended to totally transform her into
a woman in the end to let her go. The laws stated that a sex change
invalidated the marriage contract, if it was to be a same sex marriage.
Transforming her into a woman would invalidate the marriage, so Natalia
would be released and would not have to be divorced. Of course, that
meant no alimony or anything, which is exactly what the Baron intended
all along. But Valentina's sex change was done near the beginning of
their marriage and they had remained married. That confused Natalia.
But Valentina still kept her penis even if it was totally non-
functioning. Natalia was not aware of that.
Natalia did know all of the passengers on the plane had suffered
enslavement and there were roughly an equal number of women to men
onboard. Even if women suffered this far more than men. That was
something that really bothered Natalia now, when it didn't bother her
before when she lived as a man. And she devoted her life to rescuing
women and that's why she wanted to join the Shadow Corps.
Natalia knew why she was chosen to suffer and she knew why the women in
her life totally reveled in her humiliation as a man. She knew she had
become a total misogynistic asshole in her previous life, that the women
including her ex-wife loved seeing her demeaned. But it still wasn't
right. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. But she still
understood and she resolved to correct that attitude and make a change.
Perhaps she went too far in changing, she thought sardonically to
herself. Totally transforming herself into a woman like this, for the
acceptance and support of the other women. It worked and these women
would never let anyone harm her. But was this too far?
Then she thought, 'no it wasn't too far'. While the old Martin would
have found this totally demeaning and humiliating, Natalia didn't think
it was demeaning to her at all to dress and act as a woman in these
instances. She wasn't doing this for the sexual desires of another man,
she wasn't being made to be submissive to anyone else's sexual desires.
This empowered her far beyond anything she was capable of in her former
life. This was being done so she could help free people.
No, this is not demeaning in any way. This was a gift and a great honor
that had been bestowed on her by her sovereign empress, that the Empress
wouldn't think of bestowing on any other man. Natalia was in a place
where men were forbidden. She had turned her suffering and humiliation
into something empowering. Natalia was so grateful for this honor that
if it required her to dress herself as a woman, then she would do it.
She knew that her willingness to go this far in this new life was
shocking and surprising to the Princess who never expected this. The
other honor was being named the Baron of the Vargos Barony. Only women
could hold noble titles in Castile. But the Empress had bestowed this
title on her, they only had to land and claim it for her and now she was
in charge of the Vargos Barony and its people. Most of the Vargos family
had been wiped out. Their fortunes were gone, now in Natalia's hands.
Alejandra also stayed awake. She remained in contact with her sister and
her advisers and was making plans for the upcoming meeting with Richard
Stone. He was expecting them at his corporate headquarters and was
honored to be having a personal meeting with a foreign princess. He was
told that this meeting was vital for the future of his company. He was
expecting them in Washington. They were only landing in New York to meet
another man with personal experience in these types of marriages.
She also kept her eye on Natalia and wondered about her. Natalia seemed
accepting of the lifestyle that they were imposing on her. She was much
more accepting of this than the feminine lifestyle the sadistic Baron
Vargos wanted to impose on her. Alejandra saw the burning hate in
Natalia's eyes that never left her. There was immense seething and
pulsing dark hatred in Natalia's eyes. It was a cruel darkness. That
seething hatred allowed her to excel in her missions and her squad were
very devoted to her.
But Alejandra worried about putting Natalia in this mission and Alejandra
knew she would have to keep a close eye on Natalia. Alejandra knew
about Natalia's history with the other man, John. Alejandra thought it
was possible that Natalia might turn violent and attack John. They had a
very unpleasant history together. Natalia hated that man and with good
reason. Stripping John of his assets and blackmailing John to turn over
his inheritance to Natalia might not be enough payback for her.
Alejandra considered John also vital to this mission, if John was willing
to help them with Richard. So far, he seemed willing.
The Princess saw that both Natalia and Vivian held a very deep hatred
that burnt in their eyes. While the rest of the victims on the flight
held anger at specific people who abused them, Natalia and Vivian held a
hatred for the entire country and the system that allowed them to be
trapped in a relationship they never agreed to.
Natalia and Vivian had tried to get help, they tried to run away only to
be recaptured by the police and returned. Both of them were told by
police and attorneys there that they could not get help, they had no
right to leave and none of the police or anyone showed the slightest bit
of sympathy for what they were suffering.
Natalia spoke of a bitch at the police station named Sarah Thomson, some
attorney who had fun mocking and belittling her at the police station
when she tried to escape and showed her no understanding or sympathy
whatsoever. Natalia and Vivian both harbored a hatred at the entire
system that ran very deep to their core.
The passengers started awakening when the plane began descending toward
New York. The landing was completely uneventful. They waited until they
felt the plane screech to a landing on the runway and stop near the end.
Once the door opened, they made their way out of the exit.
They stepped out of the large plane to see a pretty young man standing
near the bottom of the stairs. The princess could see the hatred flair
up in Natalia's eyes when she saw the young man in a men's business suit
waiting for them.
The man looked like a man again and Natalia saw he was living as a
dominant man now. The feminization John suffered in Aragon was gone.
There were no more breasts, no makeup, or dresses. John was a man again.
Standing before them was a stocky, well-built masculine young man, but
Natalia still saw the pain in John's eyes. She also saw the feminine
features on the man's face that attracted her father to John in the first
place.
John looked with an expression close to an arrogant, hateful sneer and
almost laughed. Natalia saw the instant recognition in his eyes when he
laid eyes on Natalia. Even though Natalia lived a totally female
lifestyle, day by day, many people who saw her would never guess she was
a man under it all. A few people like John who had experienced it or
knew what to look for saw through it. John also knew Martin before and
recognized Natalia.
John said, "I can't believe this. What I heard is true. I refused to
believe it, Martin. You still live your life as a woman. You continue
to dress as a woman and I think you have real breasts. Those don't look
like enhancers. After fighting so hard to retain your masculinity, I
didn't believe you would allow this to happen to you. But, here you are
in a woman's business uniform."
"Yes indeed," Natalia replied holding John's gaze without flinching or
shame. "But this is for a vastly different reason than before. I am
proud of this." Natalia replied in Castilian Spanish. "And my name is
Natalia now, not Martin."
John gave Natalia a foggy look of misunderstanding and said, "What? I
don't understand you. What did you say."
Vivian nudged Natalia and whispered in English, "We are in the United
States now, he does not understand Castilian Spanish, Natalia."
"John," Natalia said in English. Struggling to remember after spending
three years learning and speaking only in Spanish, "I can't believe you.
You lived in Aragon for over three long years. Two years of your
marriage to my father trapped there, and another year to torment me in my
marriage and you never bothered to learn Spanish. I said, 'Yes, indeed I
have continued dressing and living a woman's life, and I feel no shame in
doing so.' I love the life I have built for myself. This life, and this
uniform gives me pride. I love being Major Natalia. I am proud of the
bond I have formed with the women in the command structure and those
under my own command."
John flinched as he examined the uniform Natalia was wearing. The solid
black uniform with the rank badges on the shoulders and the rolls of
ribbons on her chest, and the symbol of the Castilian military and the
other insignia of the Shadow Corps. on the collar. This was no laughing
matter. "Martin, I mean Natalia, you have become a fascist."
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