Jennifer Reed
“She didn’t take my crown away,” Alejandra protested to Dianna. “I allowed her to have it. I wanted her to be the Empress. And I wanted to be the Princess working with her behind the scenes. I arranged for her to be crowned in my place because, I love her so much. She is so strong. She has done such good things as our Empress. She allowed women to enter the armed forces. She made the Shadow Corps exclusively for women. You look like you enjoy being a member of this elite group. You look good as an agent of the Shadow Corps. Elsa ended arranged and contracted marriages. Elsa is a great Empress. She's far better than I would have been.”
Dianna just looked at Alejandra, totally surprised and not sure what to say. “You set it all up for her, but what about her making you the Princess? How can you have accepted that humiliation?”
“You are a woman,” Alejandra stated. “Do you feel being a woman is a humiliation? I don’t, I enjoy it. Dianna, I have struggled with these feelings all my life. I felt like I was a woman. I am transgendered. I wanted this and set it up so she can proclaim me as a woman and the empire's princess. I adored it. But it sparked a civil war and I was captured and tortured in one of the protestant's camps. She rescued me. But I realized that I had to leave so they would accept her. She is a great Empress.
Kimberly spoke up, “Dianna, I noticed the Prince’s feminine nature a long time ago. You didn’t because you were in love. But I saw it and I saw the joy on her face when she was proclaimed as the Princess. Alejandra, Isabella as she is named over here, but I will refer to the Princess as Alejandra, she felt no humiliation at all. She adored the position. And Elsa is a great Empress. Alejandra made the right decision.”
Dianna wasn’t so sure. She said sadly, “Then we can have no future together. Alejandra.”
“I am afraid not, Dianna,” Alejandra responded. “But I have a husband now. We just have to see if he can ever become a good husband that I deserve. I really hope so. But if not, if he can’t learn to be a good husband, then he will have to go and Elsa will deal with him.”
The others shivered at that statement. They knew how Elsa dealt with abusive husbands. “What he just did to you, Alejandra, makes me seriously doubt he can learn to be a proper husband to a princess. I wouldn’t bet on it. I don’t want you to go through this either. Let me get rid of him for you.” Kimberly had her hand on her sidearm.
Alejandra shook her head, “No, Kimberly don’t. We need him. He has agreed to help the other women here. In return for me submitting to his desire. I can do this for them.”
Alejandra sacrificing himself for the good of the women. That’s what she did a lot. This was no surprise. It was Alejandra’s nature. Kimberly spoke up, “That’s what we needed to talk about. I have received a reply from Empress Elsa. She said that the women we rescue are not to be sent to Castile. They are to be sheltered by you at the estate.’
“What,” Alejandra said shocked.
“Yes. We are to train them to become strong and be insurgents striking back at Aragon. That is the Empresses command.”
Alejandra shook her head. “That’s insane. It's putting these desperate and abused women at serious risk of being harmed in this or being recaptured. Elsa can’t be serious.”
Kimberly responded, “That is the Empress’s command, milady. And you know if it comes from us, it is a command from the Empress. Also, Alejandra. You know that many women who suffered like this have developed the strength to endure. They can often be much stronger than they appear. Look at what you suffered in that camp. And what you are willing to go through for the sake of these women. You are very strong, Princess. Don’t underestimate those women you want us to rescue. The Empress’s plan is very sound. We can train them to strike back and many of them will be very willing. This can be done.”
Alejandra still didn’t like putting these suffering women back into harm's way. But she had to admit that the plan was sound and many of those women were probably very angry and willing to be trained to become insurgents. It was her sister's direct command and that was the end of it. She just hoped that Elsa knew what she had just ordered Alejandra to do.
“If it is the Empress’s command then it's her command and that’s the end of the discussion. Okay, we will search for women to rescue and bring them back to the estate and we will train them to fight. You are right about them. Just as you are right about me. But one other thing. We can try to capture those men too and, if we do, I want them to be transferred to Castile and put to work in a camp. They can work in the mines or, if they were bad enough, perhaps Elsa can find a husband or man to feminize them and make them suffer.”
Now things were getting more serious. They could capture some of those powerful noblemen to be sent to Castile and put in a labor camp. A few had already been sent away. A Duke was subjected to forced feminization for a man that desired him.
Kimberly smiled, “We will do that if we can.”
“I know you can do it. You are highly trained women. You are trained for hostage rescue and enemy extraction,” Alejandra said. Kimberly smiled again.
“The Empress has also sent another five thousand of us here. And several special forces teams that specialize in hostage rescue missions. You are in command, princess.” They saluted her.
She turned toward the door to return to her family saying, “And now, it's time to meet my family again and to be examined by a nurse. I do intend on sending the Duke to Castile to learn how to treat a woman. But as for him and me, we are over. I don’t want him anymore. We are finished after the Banquet. After what he did to me today, he will spend some time in a reeducation camp. After the consummation period and the banquet, I hope he can learn how a woman is to be treated. If not, then he may not return alive. But I hope my husband can learn. I really hope he can learn.”
The women were really surprised that Alejandra was really hoping the Duke could learn. It seemed like Alejandra really cared about her husband. How was that possible? Especially after what the Duke had just done to her, she still cared and hoped that the Duke could rise and treat her better? Kimberly and Dianna were looking at Alejandra strangely.
Then Alejandra looked at the other women and said, “I guess it's time to return back to my family. They are probably waiting for us.”
Alejandra left the office with Kimberly and Dianna and went back to her table where her family waited. Alejandra was greeted with a vastly different scene when she returned. Everyone was happy when they left and talking about things and now the entire family looked very upset. She also noticed that everyone else had left the restaurant. She saw they were afraid, and had frowns. Jose spoke up very seriously. “Alejandra, I may as well address you by your actual name now. You have clearly won this, I am defeated. It seems that because of your country’s actions, our government has ordered a closing of all businesses and called up everyone for military service to defend our homeland.” Jose laughed bitterly, “As if that will do any good against the might of Castile. As a duke with former military experience and the leader of this area, I have also been called up and must leave.”
Kimberly and Dianna had approached and spoke in a tone as cold as ice, “You aren’t going anywhere, Duke. You will stay at the estate with us. We have plans for you.”
Jose realized he had little choice in the matter. He had become a hostage. “As you wish, Princess,” Jose said and Katherine let out a little giggle at him calling her mighty sexist brother the princess. He glowered at her and asked in a deep upset tone at Katherine, “You know what the Princess has planned for you and you still think this is a laughing matter. You know what we are facing because of the power of this woman and you sit there and laugh. Alejandra is a royal princess of the Empire of Castile. This is no joke Katherine. Her sister is the Empress, Elsa Primo De Riviera. Your step sister is Alejandra Primo De Reviera. They are descendants of Jose Antonio Primo De Riviera, founder of the falange party that now rules Castile with an iron fist. They are cruel fascists that rule with brutality. These women behind me are members of the Shadow Corp. Their power over the people and sheer brutality rivals the Nazi waffen SS. Do you see that symbol on those womens collar, the red arrows crossed on a black background. These are not my guards, they serve the Empress, and here, they are to protect the Princess. I have no power over them, and they clearly have power over me now. The Princess had established control and I fucked up. Also, Alejandra, the doctors office are still open but they only see people in emergencies now. They wont see us to confirm a consummation for the courts, or to help you transition.”
The princess shrugged, “We can have someone brought over from Castile. We know the procedure to follow. Our army is coming very soon.”
“And foreign nationals except for the embassy's, their personnel and foreign ambassadors are being told to leave, but since we are married, you have become part of our family and can stay. Now, its time to go back to the estate.”
They all stood up and followed Jose to his Limo. Jose was trying to be more respectful to Alejandra but it was far too late now. Alejandra felt so violated. They left and filed into Jose’s Limo and pulled out.
Katherine looked more upset now as they went to the Dukes Estate. Jose's limo pulled in. He exited his limo and escorted Alejandra into the Manor and Jose led her into a back room. She saw a female doctor and a nurse waiting.
Jose said, “They have agreed to meet us here to help you, Alejandra. I told them of your condition and they have agreed to help you.”
The Doctor said her name was Angelica and said in a icy tone toward the Duke, “I won’t do the consummation ceremony thing with you anymore. Because of our emergency that you people have caused, those ceremony are canceled now. They are stupid and degrading and you people have caused this.”
“But I am sure you have performed many before,” Replied the Duke. “Haven’t you?”
“Most of the time its just verified by the family. Like one of the last ones here on a man, his step mother varied it and forced him to confess and recount what happened to him the night before. His name was Hastings or something. But it’s humiliating and horrible and I never really enjoyed doing those examinations. And now, look what is happening. All thanks to you Duke so I refuse to perform it on Alejandra here. I will help her for her transexuality. That is something we need to help her with. So can you leave us so we can examine her.”
The Duke turned and walked out as The Doctor looked at Alejandra. She was a tall woman and looked at Alejandra with a soft understanding smile on her face. Her dark straight hair fell down her back and over her shoulders. She looked young for a doctor. Alejandra found this woman very attractive.
The doctor smiled at Alejandra and said, “Hello, Mrs. Cordoba. I know this is difficult for you, our laws being what they are in regard to family arranged marriages.”
“Thank you for your understanding,” Alejandra replied. “Please call me Alejandra.”
The doctor smiled again, her bright red lipstick stood in contrast to her darker Latino complexion. “I am Dr. Trujio. Angelica Trujio. And my Nurse is Sophia Johansson. We are here to do a checkup and ask you some questions. And I hear you want to begin the transition to being a woman!”
Jose, her husband knew and agreed to help her, that was why he chose to marry Alejandra in the first place. Her mother knew. Her sister knew with no doubt and had helped Alejandra. They heard her announce in at the wedding reception. Dianna knew and it saddened her. No reason to deny it now. “Yes Ma’am, very much.”
“Okay, we can do that. Let Sophia check you out first.” Said the Doctor.
Sophia sat beside Alejandra and told her to take her dress off. That was difficult and embarrassing. She loosened her dress and slipped it off. The dress fell off Alejandra’s body and she took it. Alejandra was left standing there in her flirty white lace thong, her garter belt holding up her stocking and her bra. It was clear her bra had large inserts. Alejandra’s face flushed was flushed bright red, but unseen behind her bliss mask. Now that the consummation ceremony was over, Alejandra unbuckled the bliss mask and took it off. The protocol no longer meant anything now.
Sophia said, “Sorry, Alejandra, you must remove your bra too. This is a medical checkup and we need to see the condition of your body for this examination. I know it’s embarrassing.”
Alejandra’s cheeks burnt even more as she reached back and unhooked her bra straps very naturally and took her bra off. She took the inserts and set them on the table beside her bra. They noticed how she folded her bra up neatly, not letting it fall and discarding it like a man would do. The women smiled approvingly to each other, watching Alejandra’s gestures.
Sophia looked at Alejandra’s chest with awe. She had a look of disbelief at how feminine Alejandra was as she stood there. Her face was very feminine and her narrow shoulders had a definite feminine appearance. Her nipples were enlarged, pinkish, erected and there were clearly two mounds underneath each nipple, making them stick out further.
How was this possible? There were several ways. If Sophia and the Doctor had to guess, they knew what he had done. Sophia’s eyes stared at his chest for a moment.
Alejandra noticed and crossed his arms across her breasts just like an embarrassed woman. The women giggled. Sophia said, “Oh my God, Alejandra. I must say you are serious about being a woman. How did this happen?” She asked indicating his small breasts.
Alejandra replied seriously, “I realized around sixteen that I seriously wanted to become a girl. So I searched on how to make it possible and got some pills to take and began using them.”
Sophia shook her head. “That was very dangerous, Alejandra,” She said dismissively. “Let's examine you. How old are you.”
“I am nineteen,” she replied, avoiding all of the women’s eyes as she stood there topless with her breasts in full view. Wearing her panties, and a flirty white garter holding up her nylons. Alejandra was very humiliated.
She measured Alejandra’s height and said, “one hundred and fifty-eight centimeters.”
Then she had Alejandra stand on a scale and announced, “110. Good, you are small for a woman your age. But that’s all right. Now sit on the sofa for me.”
Alejandra went to sit on the sofa and Sophia approached and wrapped something around her biceps and pumped it. Taking her blood pressure, then Sophia timed her heart beats. She looked in her ears and mouth. She sat there stiff while the nurse put a band around her arm and took a few tubes of blood.
Sophia packed them in the case, saying they should have the results of that in several days and they could start the real transition into woman.
“Good. Would you stand up please and pull down your panties for us?” the Doctor asked him.
“What! No! What is this all about?” Alejandra snapped. “Are you just wanting to humiliate me!”
The doctor shook her head, “No, we need to take some measurements for medical reasons and look at the condition of your body for your transition.”
Alejandra stood up on her shaky legs. Nearly crying behind her bliss mask. She pulled down her flirty thong, letting all of the women see her small penis.
The nurse took Alejandra’s penis in her hand and held it out and lightly cupped her balls. “Almost, pubescent. It’s like you never went through puberty, Alejandra. But from what you have said, none of this should be surprising. I know this was intentional and you stopped your male puberty. Your penis is very small and your testicles are underdeveloped. You have breasts, your hips are enlarged and rounded. Your waist is narrow. You have developed as a young woman.”
Alejandra shrugged, “I know and that is exactly what I wanted. Developing as a male was horrifying. I made it stop,” Alejandra stated.
The nurse shrugged dismissively as she was not upset at Alejandra's need. “I understand,” she said softly.
“Okay, Alejandra,” said the Doctor, “You can put your panties and bra back on and sit down.”
Alejandra sat down. They spoke for a few more minutes and then they left the back room. Kimberly and Alejandra followed Kimberly into a room where she could prepare for the rest of the day.
Alejandra put her dress on and stood in front of Kimberly. She was standing there in her white gown. Kimberly told Alejandra that Jessica was there to meet her in the drawing room and asked her what she wanted to wear to meet Jessica.
Alejandra told Kimberly that she wanted a more comfortable dress to wear for her meeting.
Kimberly picked out a more comfortable white gown for Alejandra, “This dress looks more comfortable, milady. Will this dress be acceptable?” Kimberly asked
Alejandra looked at the dress Kimberly picked out and started taking her heavy gown off and let it slip off of her body. Alejandra was left wearing her satin bridal lingerie with Kimberly watching. All she had on were the five-inch heels, her nylon stockings, and a garter belt to hold her nylons up. She was also wearing a pair of sexy thongs and his bra. That was all she was wearing as Kimberly watched and closely examined her body now.
Kimberly said. “You look beautiful Alejandra and it does look like you have gone through some intense effort to feminize your body.”
Alejandra looked back at Kimberly and agreed as she started removing her sexy bridal lingerie. She undid her garter belt and slowly rolled down her nylons. Then she took off her garter belt. She felt much more comfortable now as she picked up the lighter dress. Alejandra stepped into it and allowed Kimberly to lift the dress up over her body. Kimberly zipped the dress up. This was much more comfortable. She was now ready to see Jessica and walked out of the room.
Kimberly led Alejandra down the steps and into the drawing room. She walked into the drawing room and sat down on the large sofa and instructed Kimberly that she was ready to receive Jessica.
As she walked away, Kimberly said, “I will get her for you.”
It seemed to Alejandra that there was nothing to do but sit there and wait. Alejandra sat back and tried to relax as she crossed her legs. Alejandra looked like a natural woman in that position as she began to relax after her rough exhausting day. She let his mind rest.
She sat there alone for a while. Alejandra must have drifted off because he was totally unaware when someone approached her. “Are you okay, Mrs. Cordoba? And where is your mask”
Alejandra nearly jumped out of her skin. She was fast asleep for who knows how long. He turned and saw a woman standing over him. The other woman was Jessica. “Hello Jessica, I must have fallen asleep. I decided not to wear the damn mask anymore. There is no need. What may I do for you?
Alejandra really liked Jessica and felt so bad for her. She had suffered so much, and she was so beautiful. His eyes were drawn to her enormous beautiful cleavage and she guessed Jessica had a lot of breast augmentation done to have breasts that massive. He would guess she had over an E cup. She was wearing a tight pair of skinny jeans and a silky red top that plunged down on the neckline showing a lot of her cleavage that made Alejandra jealous of her. Alejandra briefly wondered how she would look with breasts that large and beautiful.
Jessica shrugged as she watched Alejandra staring at her cleavage. Some men tended to get distracted around her. She replied, “I just came by to see how you were doing after your first night of consummation with your husband. We have had some exciting developments and I was told I had to leave soon. I was wondering how you were holding up emotionally.”
“I am enduring…. well, thank you” Alejandra said kindly with a soft welcome smile. “Last night was very rough. Aside from the soreness in my ass and my bruised emotional state. It was rough and then he really humiliated me in front of my family.”
“What did he do?” Jessica asked.
“I would rather not talk about it,” Alejandra said as she paced and looked down. “It was horrible and I should have seen it coming. There were warnings that he was going to do what he did.” Then Alejandra sat down on the sofa again.
Jessica sat close to Alejandra as a friend. She did her best to be comforting and make Alejandra relax. She saw how distressed Alejandra was. “You can tell me; I am your friend and I am here to help you. What did that pig make you do?”
Alejandra looked down ashamed and wished she could wipe her eyes, “He humiliated me,” he sobbed softly. “He violated me. That monster was molesting me in front of my family, my sister was there and my mother. He treated me like a toy.”
“You are his wife,” Jessica pointed out. “I know that’s a difficult concept to accept, but you are his wife and men do that to us at times.”
Alejandra recounted the events at the restaurant in front of her family. She explained what happened and how angry she was. Instead of any sort of sympathy from Jessica, she just knowingly smiled and enjoyed Alejandra’s story of humiliation.
Jessica put her arm comfortingly around Alejandra and gave her a tight hug. Alejandra enjoyed her warmth and comfort. She enjoyed Jessica’s soft comfort and the scent of her perfume. “I know it is difficult, but it has only been the first day,” Jessica said. “This is just the first day, there will be more days like this and more will be expected of you. You will be with him for years. Try to understand, you are in a marriage and that means forever.”
"Try to accept that and things will be easier. This is nothing that has not happened to women forever. I been through it, but this is normal for a woman to go with a man or her husband for sex in public places. My husband did that to me with my brother and sister there too. I was wearing the mask the first time, but that is normal. He humiliated me in every way that a woman could be humiliated. It may have been acceptable if I loved him and if I desired to commit to him as a wife. I didn’t love him.”
“I understand,” Alejandra said with sympathy. “I will help you in any way I can. I think the relationship with him is now over but, I am sorry for what you went through. No one should be forced into a marriage like this.”
Jessica comforted Alejandra, “Its over,?” Jessica said surprised. No one should be forced to marry someone.”
“It was rough but the ceremony has been called off because of those recent developments,” Alejandra replied with a giggle. “So he thinks its over, but it is only beginning for him.”
Jessica replied. “Men here can be very rough and intense to show their domination during the three days of consummation. That is the point of it all. I put up with my husband's humiliating demands and let him have his way for years. I put on the sexiest things for him, I was seductive and I was very submissive to every degrading demand he made. I pranced around like a sexy woman, wearing the sexy five inch spike heels for his sick desires almost all the time. I served his friend and even went down on him with his friends around. I put up with it all. I allowed it all to happen.”
Jessica turned her back and walked away to the other side of the room. Then she turned toward Alejandra and she saw anger flash in her eyes.
“He stole everything from me,” Jessica said. “And I let him do it. I put up with his abuse and cruelty for years. He never touched me in the loving way the way that a man should touch his wife because he never loved me.” Alejandra saw a tear flow down her face. Jessica sat back down on the sofa and covered herself. “I began to hate him. He only came to me when he was horny and wanted sex. He only used me for sex, and it was not gentle loving sex. He forced himself on me time and time again. He was never gentle, he forced me and he loved to hear me cry as he was pounding me in the most degrading me. He wanted to ensure that I never received any pleasure. He told me that my pleasure was not important.”
“I am sorry for what you suffered and I will help you,” Alejandra said to her. But something did not sound right with this story. Jessica allowed it, these things are forced whether or not she allowed it.
“Thank you, you are so kind.” Jessica sat close to Alejandra. “My husband was just so cruel and heartless. He loved humiliating and demeaning me. He loved the power over me. It didn’t bother him that he was crushing my spirit. He knew he was depriving me of my dignity and spirit. That was what he loved doing to women.”
Jessica was silent and stood up. She walked around and Alejandra saw the anger and rage in her eyes as she paced around. Alejandra sensed she wasn’t finished. She guessed that Jessica just wanted to vent years of repressed anger. She felt very bad for Jessica. She wanted to do anything that she could to help Jessica. She felt responsible somehow. Her father had enslaved and destroyed Jessica’s life.
“Demeaning me in every way a woman could be demeaned was not enough for him,” Jessica stood up and turned her back. Alejandra knew that she was feeling very emotional. Alejandra heard Jessica sob silently. Horrible memories of being abused and demeaned were rushing through her mind. She turned to Alejandra and Alejandra felt uncomfortable as she pulled one side of her plunging neckline down further to expose her breast. Then she pulled both sides of her top down. Alejandra saw the lacy bra she was wearing and she pulled the shoulder straps down then she pulled each cup down below her breasts to expose her breasts to Alejandra. Her eyes were flaring in rage. She said, “Do you see this?”
They were beautiful and very large. Alejandra also saw what she wanted her to see. Each nipple was tattooed with a beautiful pink butterfly around each nipple. The areola was the center with red and pink butterfly wings extending from the center. It was a beautiful design. It was clear Jessica didn’t think so. Each nipple was pierced too. There was a gold hoop inserted in each one.
“Yes, I can see you understand. I had to get each nipple tattooed for him. He told me to do it, so I arranged the appointment with a good tattoo artist he recommended. I met him and sat there while he tattooed my breast. Then I had each nipple pierced. He loved it. There is one more thing he did to me.”
She unbuckled her tight skinny jeans and pulled them down as she turned her back and Alejandra clearly saw. She had seen the tattoo before while Jessica was pacing around trying to gather her thoughts. It wasn’t clear what the tattoo was and Alejandra assumed it was just a pink heart. Now she saw its full demeaning detail. It was her father’s family crest within a pink heart right above her buttock. That would be very demeaning for a woman.
“I had to get that on me too. This was more demeaning than the tattoos on my breasts. I met his tattoo artist and let him give me that tattoo. I told my husband that I hated him for it.”
This wasn’t what Alejandra expected. Alejandra knew that wasn’t how arranged marriages worked here. Jessica had to get them for her husband? How did that work? It's usually forced and the wife gets no say in the matter, if Alejandra understood how things worked here.
“He told me to get larger breasts within the first six months of marriage with him. I had no choice; he didn’t miss a chance to humiliate me. He would have me in some sort of bondage restraints and fetish wear with his friends there with him. My breasts would be on display with his friends there. I would have to serve them drinks and even allow his friends to touch and feel them. I hated him.”
Alejandra listened to what Jessica went through during her previous marriage and then she turned and pulled her panties down a bit, and lifted her dress. Alejandra saw what Jessica was showing her. She saw the image of a rotten apple just above Jessica’s vagina. It was a very uninviting tattoo to put on someone.
Jessica said to Alejandra, “He had someone tattoo a rotten apple on my pelvis just above my vagina as a reminder to himself to never penetrate me there. He didn't want to risk a pregnancy and he wanted to deny me any pleasure. He simply wanted me to suffer and hurt. That’s how cruel he was to me.”
“I am so sorry about that,” said Alejandra sadly. “That sounds like something Craig would do to a woman. He was very cruel to women. So he only fucked your ass?”
Jessica stared at Alejandra.
“That was his preference with me,” she said in tears. “He only fucked my mouth or into my ass and I just bent over and cried at the humiliation. Do you get it now?”
“No one should treat a woman like that,” Alejandra said to her.
“I don’t need your pity, it was his way to best show his domination over me. He wanted to humiliate me, and deny me any pleasure at all,,.the worst part of it all was that I didn’t get anything when he died. Most of it went to his first wife, and his son.”
‘That was the worst of it?” Alejandra thought doubtfully. After everything that happened to her, the worst was that she didn’t get any money? That didn’t sound like a battered enslaved wife that had been abused for years. “Did you ever try to run away or tell him no,” Alejandra asked her.
“Of course not,” She replied. “He wouldn’t have given me anything for what I went through if I left him. I had to allow him to humiliate and demean me. I had no choice. Because he was my husband. I let him deprive me of my dignity as a person for years. I meekly accepted all of his abuse and humiliation with a smile. I enlarged my breasts for him, I accepted his tattoos and piercings and wore those skimpy outfits he loved every day, even around his friends. I got nothing from any of what I went through when I was married to him.”
Alejandra understood the meaning of it all and began to feel a lot less sympathy for this woman. She did it all to herself, for a payoff.
She looked tearfully at Alejandra and said, “What you have suffered for only a day, is what I suffered for many long years. Just remember I suffered what you are going through but for many years. If you need help I will be here.”
“There is one big difference between what you went through with my father, and what is happened to me, and what many other women here are going through,” Alejandra said to her coldly.
“What is that?” Jessica replied innocently.
“You let him do it, you allowed him to do everything that he did to you. You had choices and could have said no,” Alejandra replied, looking at her sternly. “You only wanted his money, you married him of your own free will. You freely accepted his demeaning abuse for years when you could leave any time you wanted. I was forced into it and would have had no choices in the matter if he had his way.”
"I was not freely accepting him. I seriously had no choices up to now. I have said no, I have tried to resist him. He forced me to marry him. I never said my vows. I was bound, wearing handcuffs, and gagged at the altar. I never spoke any vows. I was sold to him against my will. All of this was forced on me. I was bond and strapped to his bed when he had sex with me. I said no to him and I pleaded. If he had his way, I would have been forced to be with him for years. It is over now, but not for many other women on this island.”
"That is the big difference. You are a gold-digging whore who tried to sell your dignity to him for a price, now you are upset that you got nothing. Personally, I think that was smart of him. I feel bad for my mother.”
“Why do you feel bad for her,” Jessica asked. “She married the sadistic dog of her own free will too.”
“She didn’t want any of his wealth or estates,” Alejandra answered. “She was in love with him for real. She loved Craig with all of her heart. She loved him so much she bore him two children and tolerated his cruelty for years hoping he would become a better man. She remained with him for the sake of her children. You can leave now and tell Kimberly I am ready.
Jessica walked away feeling totally bewildered and very angry. Her wavy blonde hair was bouncing with every step. She felt bewildered because she felt like she had been talking to another woman during the entire conversation.
She had let down her guard during the conversation because Alejandra’s femininity had put her at ease. Alejandra’s movements, mannerisms and body language made her feel like she was with another woman. Alejandra moved her body as a woman. She carried herself as a woman did, and even spoke like women speak. She moved her body as a woman when she spoke with her hands and body much like other women do. Alejandra even looked much like any other woman. She was slim, very delicate and pretty. Jessica thought she almost saw the buds of small breasts beneath Alejandra’s bra. She looked at Alejandra’s crotch area to see if there was anything there. She thought she saw the small outline of a penis under her panties. There wasn’t much and Alejandra could easily pass as a woman.
If the Duke intended to make Alejandra into a feminized man to flaunt and humiliate in society, they were going to be disappointed. That plan was going to blow up in their face. She knew society would sympathize with this woman who they were abusing and humiliating. The public was likely lash out at the Duke. They would not see Alejandra as a man. Jessica didn’t see Alejandra as a man even now.
Jessica was angry because Alejandra had discovered everything that she was trying to hide. She had withheld who her husband was for a big crushing reveal after the banquet. Alejandra had figured it out and had no sympathy for what she gone through.
Jessica passed Kimberly on her way out. Kimberly could see that Jessica was seething with rage as she passed and Kimberly just giggled. She thought it was funny. “You could not deceive Alejandra, could you Jessica?” Kimberly said gigging some more.
“What?” Jessica said.
“You wanted her to feel sorry for what you went through. But Alejandra and many of the women forced into unwanted marriages have it much worse than you thought you had it. You had choices and you simply accepted Craig’s cruelty when you could have left and walked away. That isn’t an option for the thousands of women here. They are trapped, and they have no hope for a future. Everything the husband wants is forced on them. Don’t expect any sympathy from Alejandra because you just tolerated and accepted Craig’s treatment when you had choices many women don’t have. You won’t get any sympathy from her, or me. I think you are a whore.”
Jessica continued to walk out as Kimberly laughed at her rage. Alejandra knew Jessica’s story and Kimberly knew what the result would be when she saw Jessica. Having dealt with Alejandra, Kimberly knew what would happen.
Alejandra was very perceptive and quick on her feet. She was quick with her intelligence and problem solving skills were great. She was calm and her mind was very calculating. She knew Alejandra was playing nice, but Kimberly was not fooled. She knew what Alejandra did to traitors during the war. She had a cruel streak in her just like her elder sister. Alejandra could be ruthless. Kimberly also saw a very disturbing burning rage within Alejandra’s eyes.
Kimberly went in to see Alejandra. Alejandra was on the sofa laughing. Her hair had become a tangled mess. Kimberly knew why and that moment always came. She approached Alejandra.
Kimberly laughed again and wondered how Leanne would have reacted to this. Kimberly figured Leanne would be enraged at what Alejandra had just done to the Mask and the fact that she could easily remove it despite Leanne’s efforts to make it impossible. Kimberly was very amused and thought it was good that Alejandra had dismissed Leanne.
Kimberly looked into Alejandra’s face. “What shall we do with the Duke, are you still accepting him, Alejandra. The Duke said you can leave any time you want. You can also refuse him. You do not have to take this if it’s too much.”
“Our relationship is over,” Alejandra replied in an icy tone. “if he thinks there’s any chance of a long-term real relationship between us, he better think again. I can never accept him as my lover. Not after what he did to me.”
As they headed back, Alejandra noted that they headed in another direction to a different part of the manor. She led Alejandra into another room of the manor. Then Alejandra was told to remove her gown and she slipped out of her floral white dress. Kimberly told him to sit in one of the chairs along the wall. She told Alejandra to sit in one of those chairs. “You wait there until we prepare things for you. I think you will like this.” Kimberly let her relax.
She sat in the chair. “Thank you. I need to rest. My feet are starting to kill me in these heels.”
Kimberly smiled warmly, “You sit there and relax. I will tell them to pay special attention to your feet.”
“Kimberly,” Alejandra said. “What are you preparing me for?”
She headed toward the other set of doors on the other side of the room. “We are preparing to give you a nice comforting massage.” Alejandra stiffened in total alarm and her eyes went wide.
Kimberly giggled girlishly and shook her head. She knew what Alejandra thought was going to happen.
“Oh no, not one of those, milady. I would never consider giving you one of those painful discipline massages on your testicles. You are our princess after all, Alejandra. This will be a real relaxing massage to relieve your tension and help you relax. The Empress would probably have me executed if it was found I you subjected to one of those painful massages.”
“She probably would,” Alejandra replied. “Thank you for this, Kimberly.”
“I heard about those massages from Victor a while back and they usually leave men curled up in agonizing pain and that’s the point. To inflict pain and beat out their resistance. And to reinforce that they have no control over anything.” Alejandra said, her eyes were inflamed with anger.
“The women are ready to give you, your massage. You can enter."
He walked in and the door was shut and two women on either side of him began rubbing his shoulders and back. He shut his eyes and relaxed. She knew he probably should have put on her mask so the women could not see her face. But Alejandra didn’t really care about the protocol at this point.
As they worked, Alejandra simply relaxed and let it all happen. This relaxing massage was to put her at ease and she relaxed. It was very relaxing. Then Alejandra spoke up to the women giving him this massage, “I assume you do this job for many men and women stuck in marriages like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” One of the women replied. “It’s been some time since we massaged a man. But we are told you are a woman and intend on becoming a real woman.”
“Do any of you remember massaging a man named Victor,” Alejandra asked.
“No, we don’t,” The woman replied and the rest didn’t know. They all said no.
Then Alejandra shook her head and continued, “Okay, but he was a man. Perhaps you will recognize the name he was given by his owner, Vanessa who was trapped with a Duke for some time. Do any of you remember Vanessa and the Duke?”
One of the women said, “Oh yes, I massaged him a few times. I remember Marcia. I am Pam by the way.”
“And do you remember Marcia and the Baron, did you also work on Marcia during that time,” Alejandra asked them.
Pam giggled, “Sure, I remember Marcia very well. He was sort of a crybaby.”
Alejandra suddenly stood up and faced the women. She was totally nude by this point but she didn’t care. She was also holding something in her hand.
Alejandra said harshly, in a tone as cold as ice, “You can all leave now. I no longer want or desire your services. If you think it's okay to painfully massage a man who is chained up and cannot resist you. You all must leave.”
“But, Alejandra,” Pam protested. “We were instructed to give you a real relaxing massage. It wasn’t going to be painful at all.” She did not understand what the problem was.
Suddenly, Alejandra raised her arm and they saw that Alejandra was holding a gun and pointing it at the women. She said even colder, “I told you all to leave. Leave the estate. Now. I don’t want sadists massaging me. Get out.”
The women turned and quickly walked out of the room. They all left in a hurry, not really understanding what had sparked Alejandra’s anger so much.
<<<<<<>>>>>>
Victor watched Cynthia slither out of her skintight tactical uniform she often wore on missions and it revealed the various scars and bruises she obtained on her missions for the Shadow Corps. Cynthia was still an incredibly attractive woman and he considered himself lucky to have her devotion and love.
She flashed him an expectant eye and motioned for him to do the same thing. He wore a business suit more suited for a woman's form. But Victor was overcome by shyness and apprehension at the moment, with this imposing very powerful woman standing nude in front of him. He did not want to disappoint her. He was overcome with fear.
She urged him on, “Victor,you must also disrobe if you want to make love tonight. Don’t just sit there looking at me.” She laughed at the look in his eye and added, “And you know that I know about your body. There is nothing to be ashamed of. ”
She moved in on Victor running her hands down his upper body and stopping at his smallish waist. “I know about your large full hips.” Cynthia ran her hands further down his body stopping and massaging his very wide set of hips he had. “And I love your body the way it is. I also know about your large manly cock.”
Her hand moved in between his legs rubbing his cock outside of his slacks and then her hand moved up his body and rested on his chest. “I also know all about your small breasts you have. I know about the bra you must wear for supporting them and the care you take with your body.” She gently squeezed both of his breasts in her hand while she dominantly looked into his eyes. Cynthia seemed excited to have a boyfriend who was so extensively feminized and she seemed especially excited by Victor’s small breasts.
“We have made love before and I have seen your nude body, Victor, so there is nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of. You have very strong feminine features on your body that make it easy to mistake you for a woman. You said you are used to it and it is no problem if someone calls you Ms. Knox or ma’am. So what is with the sudden shyness now?”
Victor looked down. “I am very afraid of what you must think of me. What if I am not the man you want me to be, and what if I can not be that man for you? How can I be a man with a body like this?”
Cynthia got very serious and looked deeply into Victor’s eyes and said, “Victor, make no mistake. You are indeed a man. You are more of a man than many other men are. You have gone through hell and you are still here and still very strong. You have shown your character and your strength as a man. He didn’t take it from you, he simply pissed you off and made you want to help others stuck in the same situation. How can you not think of yourself as a man after what you have accomplished, against all odds? You are the one on top in your company. They all follow your orders even if they call you Ms. Knox and ma’am. They still know to do as you command or they will be history. Victor, you are unmistakably a man.”
She gave him a deep passionate kiss on the mouth driving her tongue into his open mouth. It was a very dominant kiss as she lost patience with him and began removing his blue business jacket that had unmistakable feminine lace on the collar and along the seams. Once the jacket was off, she slowly began unbuttoning his blouse. All the while, she looked deeply into his eyes.
Cynthia knew why he had so many questions about his masculinity. About why he had to dress so femininely. His body was so feminized that it required him to get clothes from the women's aisles and he had little problem living this way. He questioned it himself but these were questions he would have to solve himself. He had to decide whether to accept being a woman now, to transition back into a man, or to accept himself as he is now which was no problem.
She could accept him as a very feminized man. She thought it was very hot. But no matter what he chose in the end, his strength and character could not be questioned. Victor had an iron will and an internal strength no one could ever break. He had refused to break during his three year forced marriage and subjugation to a man. He had never submitted to Leanne and always resisted her no matter what pain she inflicted on him.
He refused to comply with her simplest demands and made trouble whereever they tried to take him. His banquet had been a total debacle. Trying to make him into a very social female socialite was a joke. He was anything but that. He was vile to them, he let them know exactly what he thought of them every chance he got and he was even violent to them at times. Even after months of discipline, he could not be taken out to the public obligations his husband wanted him to attend and it had to be given up. This was indeed a man worthy of her love and it made Cynthia proud.
Victor was almost topless now. Cynthia had removed his business jacket and his flirty pinkish blouse with lace etched on the seams and edges. It even had a name embroidered in very flirty pink feminine script, “Vivian Knox.”
She looked at the name embroider on the blouse and the ruffles and raised an eyebrow at him, “Vivian Knox?”
Victor laughed a bit. “I can't really pass myself off as Victor like this. It looks silly and ridiculous. I try to be a man at times but they still called me Ms. So I gave up at the company and legally changed my name to Vivian so that there is no confusion..”
She looked at him sitting there on the edge of her bed wearing only a flirty lacy padded bra on top and the wide-hipped women’s business slacks on the bottom and had to agree.
She traced a finger along the bra he was wearing and thought to herself, 'Victor, if you want to be a man, you need to fight harder to retain it. It's difficult to pass yourself off as a man wearing that flirty padded bra that adds another cup size to your breasts. That’s why women wear them.'
Of course, he needed a bra now, but he could have worn a simple white utilitarian type bra for support instead of a very flirty sexy bra designed to enhance his female shape and make him more appealing to the eye. Cynthia reached behind Victor and unclasped his bra and slid them off his arms. Victor sat there, totally topless, with his small A to small B cup breasts in full view.
She reached out and gently caressed his breasts and gently squeezed both of them in her hands sending waves of arousal crashing through his entire body. She saw him shiver as he suddenly became very aroused. He stood up and slid his slacks down, exposing the sexy satin laced thong he was wearing. She raised a thinly arched eyebrow at him and he simply returned the questioning look.
His look said, “If this is my life, then it is my life and it is how Vivian should dress. Deal with it.”
Cynthia asked, “Are you sure you even want to be a man, Victor. You don't seem to be putting much effort into it anymore. Especially with that bra and your blouse, Vivian.”
Victor giggled girlishly. “I have to wear a bra or I get pains in my back and sides.”
“Yes, but you could wear a simple white bra for support instead of a flirty satin padded cupped bra designed to enhance your appeal. Or that top with lace embroidery on it. You are clearly choosing clothes to look more flirty and feminine, Vivian. So, I am really confused about you fighting to be known as a man. You are doing a poor job at it.”
“I know I am not really a man. Cynthia, we need to seriously talk. I am so afraid right now but I can not help this and you need to know the truth. The truth is that I like my body like this, and I adore being a woman. I just didnt want to be a woman for that man to abuse me. I dont want to be forced into it, solely for someone else’s sick desires. But I have dreamed of being a woman since I was young and had this serious feminine nature to me. It made my family ashamed of me. But, I am a woman. I need to know if you can accept me as a woman, when I chose to make the final transition, can you accept being in a romantic relationship with another woman?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted as she kissed him deeply. “But we are equal as woman. I could dominate a feminine man the way nature intended for a woman to dominate a man. But, not as another woman. We are equals. You are equal to me as a woman and I have often thought you would be happier as a woman. You knew you were just afraid.”
Victor pulled her into a deep embrace, “I am afraid every second of the day after what that pervert did to me. I may never totally recover.”
“Few really do recover after that. You don’t really recover from a rape. We survive it and live as best as we can,” Cynthia pointed out. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“No,” Victor said as he laid in bed with her, caressing each other's bodies. Victor became very hard as Cynthia caressed his body. Her hands played with his nipples and massaged his soft breasts. “I love you Cynthia, I love you so much.” And they tightly embraced each other's bodies.
Cynthia reached down to hold on to Victor's large, erect penis. Then she said, “If you really want to go all the way into womanhood, you will have to do something about that.” She said holding it in her hand and massaging it.
“Yes, but it has done nothing really for me anyway,” Victor said. “Except attract perverts to me, to demean my masculinity that he thought I had. I've seen how much pleasure this can give you during our love making,” Victor said, gently massaging Cynthia’s vagina and inserting a finger into her soft wet crevice. “I've seen you thrashing on me for hours, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. While mine is spent and just sits there hard and gets sore from your thrashing on me. I'd love to experience what you do, but I can't with what I have. I will do the surgery soon, Cynthia. I was just worried about how you would accept me as a woman.”
“Vivian,” Cynthia said, using his feminine name since it seemed like he had finally accepted it. “I want to experience those orgasms tonight. Do you mind?”
Victor smiled passionately, putting the most love he could in his smile, “Not at all. My love,” Victor said as he rolled over into the position that Cynthia preferred him to be in.”
Victor rolled on his back preparing for Cynthia to mount on top of him. She rolled over on top, facing him. She loved watching the pleasure and acceptance as his feminine-shaped body gyrated and moved under her.
She let his hardness sink into her vagina. Her vagina gripped his large cock tightly as she sank down onto him and looked deeply into his eyes for signs of trouble or panic. It had happened at times. Victor has had attacks of panic or fear during this sexual play. He just smiled as she mounted on him in a very dominant position and laid on top of him, sucking and kissing his soft breasts as she loudly moaned.
“AAHHHH...AAHHHH…MMMMM…,” she said as she moved her hips back and forth on him. She looked into his eyes as she moaned and moved her body on his.
He laid there accepting her devotion and loving her. He did briefly flash back to the Duke's brutal domination during their quote, love making. Which was nothing but a sickening brutal violation night after night. He never consented, it was always a brutal violation and rape. The Duke Mendoza brutally raped him time after time, in every way possible. Flat on his back, bent over, sideways, on his face, him leaning over the Duke. It was a violation every time. It was no marriage. It was slavery and the Duke wanted a slave, to brutalize and destroy, not a wife.
But society didn't care and treated it as a loving marriage until he broke their illusions of it all. But they didn’t care and he soon found out he was fighting against the entire society of Aragon, not just the Duke. Victor smiled thinking of what had just happened to the country. Their navy and air forces had been totally decimated.
And he knew exactly what the Shadow Corps was. He knew how brutal they were and he had no problem with what was about to befall that helpless country. It brought more joy to Victor to be a part of the suffering that was about to engulf the entire country. They all deserved it. Antonio, Diego, Melvin, Jason, Victor, John and finally Martin about a year ago. Yes, the country was about to get what it deserved. If their brutal sadistic idea of marriage and culture weren't going to change on its own, it had to be forced to change. They had to be dragged into the modern times kicking and screaming along the way, at gunpoint.
He looked up at Cynthia with a soft loving smile and tightly embraced her as she had been riding him for more than an hour and had around 3 to for massive orgasms on top of him. They were both covered in sweat and Cynthia didn’t seem to be anywhere near done. She kept riding him to another massive earth-shattering orgasm until she rolled off of him.
The two drifted off into a more peaceful sleep in each other's arms.
Victor woke up early the next morning and Cynthia saw him head toward the bathroom with a very pronounced sway in his hips as he walked. Cynthia smiled to herself. She had helped him achieve this natural female sway in his motions. He tried to walk like a man walked and the way men move but he simply could not do it. He admitted to her that he never really could be a man. Under her careful training, he fell into the natural female way women move like he had always done it. It was much better than what he did before with the very exaggerated sissy like gait he did at times, but that was what the women drilled into him for his husband's fetishes. It was hard to stop. They used pain and fear to force those motions into him.
Victor went in and showered and cleaned himself. He walked out about a half hour later. She watched him gracefully walk back with his feminine sway she had taught him and gently sit down in front of a mirror. He still had extremely female mannerisms in how he sat and then paid special attention to his face and hair. It was very unlike other men. He didn’t really make up his face. But he did use a lot of moistener and some foundation to make his skin look even in tone and then brushed his hair in the manner of a woman. It was almost sad to her, but she thought it was very cute. Most men spend about a minute brushing their hair and leave. Victor spent about ten minutes intensely brushing his hair and fusing about its appearance trying to make it perfect. She knew he was meant to be a woman.
Cynthia interrupted him near the end of his routine and asked, “Victor, you said you intend to go through the transition. Can I ask you about that?”
He stopped and looked over at Cynthia and nodded, “You can ask me anything. I love you so much.”
Cynthia said to him. “I agree with your decision, but what changes do you want to make to your body? And what kind of woman do you want to become.” She expected him to refuse.
“Well,” Victor thought for a second. “I want larger breasts for sure. I am tired of these breasts that look like they are just budding from a teenager's body. I want a much more womanly form. My hips and legs are fine. My face and hair are great. There isn't much on the surface that really needs to change. I will need the obvious changes and the proper internal organs that I heard they can do here. The Duke threatened it a number of times if I kept fighting him in the bedroom.”
“Internal,” Cynthia said with a face full of displeasure.
“Yes, so I can experience life as a woman lives it, including the frustrations women go through with pads and such. You understand, as a woman, don’t you Cynthia?”
“I just never thought you wanted to go that far,” Cynthia protested.
“I do,” Victor said in a tone that said he was very serious.
There was a knock at the door and Cynthia went to answer it. She saw a courier there with some envelopes. The man handed her two large envelopes. There was one for her and one for Victor. Cynthia handed Victor his envelope and she opened hers and read it.
A sad look overtook her as she read her letter. Victor got a concerned look on his face. Cynthia spoke first. “I am being ordered to report for duty this afternoon. Apparently, a large operation is about to begin and I am to be a brigade commander. What is yours, Vivian?”
“I am to also report for the operation for some reason. And then later, the Empress herself wants an audience with me. I guess we better prepare for duty. I wonder what your operation needs with me? I have no military training.”
“I think we want you to speak to the soldiers.”
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Along the coast of Castile, hundreds of women were seated in a large hangar with a few men among them. The women all looked very competent and fierce. The looks in their eyes said that they were all ready. These women were highly trained military personal and ready for war. They sat there facing forward waiting. Jean Julio was sitting near the front, being one of the highest ranked among them. She didn’t want to leave her newest sister so soon but she had orders and a military operation was about to begin.
Victor was waiting in another room with his lover Cynthia and the General in charge of the operation. They had just instructed him what they needed him for. Another young man with standing there waiting with Victor. He had obviously suffered in another marriage like Victor's, but there was something about him. He was dressed in a black dress military uniform like some of the women. There were rolls of ribbons on his chest. But the uniform was clearly meant for a woman including the dress skirt at the bottom. He seemed okay with it all and there was a hard, dark hateful look in his eyes. This young man had a hate that ran very deep. He had a majors rank on his shoulder badge.
The General addressed Victor, “You need to speak to the soldiers, Victor. We will need you to explain what you went through in Aragon. Explain your suffering and that is why we are all here to stop these things. I know many of the women have seen other women they knew experience it or family members. But others do not. You need to explain it to them.”
He looked at Cynthia in embarrassment and agreed, “Absolutely. I will gladly speak to them and explain what I went through. But many of them probably know, being women and probably know other women who have experienced it," he explained..
Cynthia got a stern look on her face and said, “Yes, Victor. Many of them probably know. They know women who were taken and married like that. But you are a man and they need to understand that it can also happen to men. That’s why we want you and Martin to speak to the soldiers assembled here.”
Victor reluctantly nodded, “Okay, I will speak to them.” Victor understood why this was necessary and was willing to go through his very embarrassing story for all of the women assembled in the hangar preparing to bring justice to the oppressed like he was. It was vital that they all understood why this was happening and what they were going to do. The young man also seemed very eager to speak but there also seemed to be some hesitation.
The young man was named Martin and he seemed slightly older than Victor by at least five years shook his head in deep embarrassment but he had an iron resolve to get through this, He said to the General“I will do it for you but this will be very embarrassing to talk about. I highly doubt many women on the squad I lead fully understand what happened to me back then and they respect me for my leadership. I dont want to appear weak. I know why you want me to tell all of those women the deeply humiliating and horrible things that happened to me during my marriage?”
Cynthia approached him. as did Victor. Victor spoke first, “Martin, I know their respect is important to you but I think they will respect you more if you bravely tell them about your secret and what you suffered. I know many of those women probably know someone who suffered the same type of life. They will respect you more and may endear them to you if you are brave enough to stand in front of them and tell them what happened to you.”
Martin understood, “They probably will,” Martin explained. “Its still humiliating and something I wish I never had to do. But I will for everyone’s sake. This is important. We will finally start freeing more of the oppressed and captive women. That’s important.” But Martin looked like he really didn’t want to do this, but he was willing. He also looked very uncomfortable in his skirt and top he was wearing that was clearly designed for a woman’s form.
Victor looked up at Martin and said, “I know this will be difficult and humiliating but look at what happened to me. I can never really be accepted as a man again. But I am willing to do this for them.”
The General left them and went into the large hangar. She stepped out before the troopers seated in front of her. She addressed them all, “You are the first wave of our assault on the rebel province of Aragon. We will go in by air and fly above them. You all have elite paratrooper training and that’s how we will attack the air base in Aragon. You will descend in your parachutes, land, and secure their air base. You will then guide more planes to land and assemble to attack a base nearby that contains and controls an entire division of Aragon’s army. You are to go down silently and you are not to open fire unless you are fired on. And you are only to fire on those that open fire on you. This is not a war or an occupation. It is a police action against Aragon. Is that understood?”
They all yelled, “Yes Ma’am.” Since the Empress took power, women held most of the leadership positions within the Empire. Men just obeyed.
“This is a police action to protect our assets in their country, not a military occupation of their cities. Our orders are to aid the Princess in what she wants, you are all to follow her orders once we are on the ground. She is in command of this operation. We are there to help the oppressed and help the Princess. Is that understood,”
“Yes, ma’am!” they all yelled.
“Good, Victor?” she yelled.
“Yes, ma'am?” Victor responded.
“Victor, are you ready?”
“Yes,” he said very firmly in a tone that said he was not afraid and he was very determined to speak.
Victor walked out of the waiting area and entered the large hangar where he saw hundreds of elite trained women sitting there awaiting him. He walked in to stand beside the General and Cynthia to begin his story. He couldn’t help but walk in with a feminine sway and his general appearance as a formerly feminized man was very evidence from his walk, how he carried himself. The highlights in his hair and the holes in his ears. It was undeniable and some of the women smirked and snickered and giggled as he walked in.
He looked out with the deepest respect for the women assembled and sitting before him, waiting for his tale of humiliation. He saw the few hundred women sitting there in skintight tactical outfits with their name and rank insignias on their collar and the symbol of the paratrooper corps. And the symbol of their military forces. Victor also saw that many of these women were officers from O-2 on up to O-3 to O-4 and up. These were the leaders of the operation that were going to listen to him. There were some enlisted women in the back and it dawned on Victor this was going to be a huge operation.
The General said to them, “This is a man named Victor. I know she looks very female to you all, but Cynthia is his lover and knows he is a man, for now. I also hear she may agree to transition into female later. He will speak to you about what it is like for a man to endure what he went through. And then you will hear from Major Hastings who many of you serve with.”
Victor began his story of his capture in Aragon to the wedding to a powerful wealthy and cruel Duke. He explained how he was treated and he was given no choice or voice in the matter because his family signed some forms to sell him to the Duke as the Duke’s male bride. Victor went through his feminization and how he was forced to become a very feminized man to become the Duke’s wife. He explained the sexual assaults that were the Duke's right and how he had no right to his body. He could not refuse and the Duke could use force against him. He was totally helpless. Then he explained how he was abused and disciplined when he tried to refuse, he had no rights at all. He explained that the Duke could even demand and order physical and body changes to him and he had no say in it. Like breasts or even a full transition to a woman which was threatened if he kept fighting the Duke. Eventually, the Duke vanished and he was rescued.
Then Victor explained that he knew what he went through wasn't on the level of what women often go through in such arrangements and he felt very bad for those women.
Victor walked away and Cynthia embraced him. “You made me so proud. And how you admitted to that woman that women often have it much worse and you agreed with her point. You have grown so much and can admit when you are wrong.”
Victor kissed her and then said, “I have to prepare to meet the Empress now. I have to leave, Cynthia.”
Then Martin walked up and stood in front of the women. He just stood there shaking and not wanting to speak. A woman from the second roll stood up and approached Martin and stood beside him, holding his hand. She said in a very caring and gentle voice full of understanding and compassion, “Don’t be ashamed, Sir. Several squads serve under a woman that wsa captured and rescued there. Some women here have also been mistreated and abused in such ways. So this is nothing new to us and wont affect how we treat you in any way. We will still highly respect you. And, some of us have suspected this all along.”
Martin looked at her in shock. “You did, how?”
She shrugged. “As women, we can see the signs and know what to look for and you clearly show the signs of having been mistreated and abused in the past. So be strong for us. Many have suffered what you have went through with those animals.”
Martin found his strength and looked up at the women in his squad. They saw the dark glare of a deep seated hatred in his eyes for the people who hurt him, and started speaking directly to them about his experience with a sadistic ruthless Baron who simply wanted a slave that he could do anything he pleased to. He went into detail about the wedding and how he was taken to the wedding and prepared by Leanne. He explained the process of such a wedding and what was told to him about the marriage in general that he didn’t get a say in it anymore. He explained how he was married by his stepmother, Missy, and how he was treated by them and his suffering at the hands of the Baron Vargos before the Baron was killed.
Martin broke down into tears a few times and he hated speaking like this in front of those women. It was humiliating but he saw it was having an effect. Then he spoke about the Baron's death and the court ordering him to fully transition into a woman when he was finally rescued and fled.
Then Martin finished off by saying, “These are marriages to these people. But they are not marriages and there is a reason why most modern nations outlaw marriages without the consent of both parties. This was no marriage. It was enslavement. The Baron wanted a slave to abuse and brutalize. I was enslaved and abused every night for over a year. That's what the bride suffers in these types of marriages. She is no longer a person; she is regarded as property that has been legally purchased and can do with as he pleases. Her voice and everything she is, is stolen from them.” Then Martin turned and walked away with tears in his eyes. He still had to be part of this effort as their squad leader.
The commander in front simply said, “Let’s begin the Operation. Troops, move out. And Victor, you will have your answer.” She smiled as the troops left the enormous hanger.
Victor walked out to see the preparations for the operation. As they left the hangar, he saw troops loading into massive C17 transport aircraft. There must have been dozens of massive C17s with hundreds of troops loading on to each of them. There were thousands of troops preparing for this operation and he was just in the first wave. The Paratroopers were armed with heavy automatic rifles and grenades and extra clips and got their parachutes and loaded into their C17. Hundreds of other troopers were loading into dozens of other C17s.
Then farther back, he saw some truly enormous aircraft loading full sized armored vehicles. He saw massive tanks being loaded onto the huge transport aircraft he could only assume were C5s. He watched them load artillery pieces and armored transports like trucks.
He watched this operation and wondered cynically, if this was supposed to be a defensive police action, not a military occupation. It sure looked like a military occupation. But Victor didn’t care, they called what happened to him a marriage that everyone in that country supported and cheered for. But it was really captivity, being a prisoner trapped with a sadistic Duke who raped and abused him every night and forced him to dress as a woman for the Duke's sick desires for over a year. It was no marriage. They were getting what they all deserved. Then Victor left and went back to their place to prepare to meet the Empress.
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The remaining soldiers guarding the large airfield on the coast of Aragon were surprised when their alarms began sounding. They were horrified. The first attack days ago totally wiped out their aircraft and their air force was totally destroyed. Then their missile sites and radar were all knocked out. The radar was partly repaired enough to alert them that another attack was coming.
They saw fighter aircraft come in and knock down their radar again. A missile was fired into it and it blew up in a cataclysmic explosion. Then their defensive missiles were knocked out and they were helpless.
They all ran out to see enormous transport aircraft open in the back and hundreds of people jumped out. Their parachutes opened. They were horrified to see hundreds of fully armed paratroopers descending toward them. They knew they stood no chance against this. They were now facing a military occupation. There was no hope to resist this.
The Paratroopers landed and the defensive force guarding the airfield was quickly disarmed and face down on the pavement.
Martin was one of the first to land on the ground and he quickly rallied his troops to secure the area. He quickly had many of the defending troops on the ground in no time. He put disarmed them at gunpoint and had them face-down on the pavement as he secured their hands with his zip ties. A few tried to get rough thinking they could overcome the smaller man easy and they were proven wrong as he forced them forced them down to the ground with his boot on the back of their head and broke one of their arms as he secured them. Then he ordered his troops to take control of the tower.
Martins troopers went up to the Control Tower and took charge of the airfield and guided more aircraft down to land.
Large planes landed and offloaded hundreds of troops at a time. There were thousands of troops assembled in no time. More transports landed and offloaded their armored vehicles. Massive artillery pieces were set up and the
Martin assembled his soldiers and they marched off toward the Army division close that was supposed to defend the area and coastline. The battle was very quick and they were unprepared for Martins voracity and the high level of training his solders had. And the Artillery bombarding them from a distance, it was useless. Martins troops took out half of the defending division before the rest raised their hand and surrendered. They were escorted back as prisoners as Martins troops took control of the army base.
The enemy division were all loaded on the aircraft and considered prisoners. The troops of Aragon were taken to Castile and imprisoned as the Castile troops started gaining control of the area and loaded on trucks to travel at night to the Duke Cordoba estate to make camp there.
The Duke was about to get a very unwelcome surprise in the morning.
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