New! Princess of Castile: The Final Chapter (Act 2)

By Jennifer Reed

It all ends here! Susan and Alejandra meet and finalize things within her family. Alejandra deals with her husband once and for all! Natalia resolves things within her new life and husband Anthony as he finds out what awaits him as Natalia's husband in the Castile Empire

The look on Susan’s face was one of intense pride and approval as she saw her new stepdaughter.  She had known of Alejandra since the girl came into her life in Aragon.  Susan knew of her stepson and Thomas’s internal struggle with his feminine nature that kept fighting to come out.  Susan knew of Thomas finding women’s clothes and playing with Katherine and her friends as her own sister.  It was adorable, and Susan kept it from her sadistic husband, who prided himself on finally having a son in the family.  But she kept it to herself in fear of her husband's violence.  She didn't know that her husband's attitude and his violence was precisely what Alejandra planned on.  It was all part of her plan that she laid out with her sister months before, and it all had an end.  And this was the end.  The goal was the destruction of Aragon.   

Susan spent the next hour praising Alejandra and her beauty and how well she adjusted.  They discussed her time with Katherine.  Susan explained how she enjoyed that Alejandra acted like Katherine’s little sister and how much fun they had together with her friends.  And they also knew that Katherine’s antagonism toward Alejandra was mostly fake and they were friendly together.  They were almost like two sisters.  Susan again apologized for being so openly hostile toward her.  Susan apologized to her just after the wedding and explained why she felt she had to be hostile toward her stepson.  Alejandra understood then and said that it was still okay.  Alejandra said she understood again.  

Katherine had a distraught look on her face.  Alejandra thought they were okay.  She remembered coming out to her right before the wedding and told her she was Alejandro Primo De Rivera, the prince of Castile.  It was a shock, to be sure.  Alejandra showed her the video of her sister presenting her to the people as a girl and the new princess of the empire.  And then they discussed the plan for the marriage, and she swore Katherine to secrecy.  Alejandra had her plan and it had to work.  She didn't want her husband to call it off too soon.  Things had to play out for this to succeed, and Katherine understood and kept her silence.  But she still had some guilt over the way she treated Alejandra during the wedding.  

Katherine looked up and said in a tone full of pain and hurt, “Alejandra, I hope you understand that I am so sorry for all of this.  I am sorry for how I treated you as a sister when you came into our family.  And I am so sorry for the hurtful things I said during the wedding.  I saw the look in your eyes when Jose told you what I told him of our relationship and your dressing as a girl.  Please understood I didn’t want to do that.  I had to mock you.”

Alejandra stood up and moved beside her sister, and embraced her in a tight hug.  “I thought we had an understanding,” Alejandra said in a trembling tone full of compassion.  “We had a plan and I understood why you told him.  I also understood your behavior toward me in our family.  I knew you understood and loved me.  The childish antagonism toward me was a front for your mother and father.  But you understood and helped me adjust to being a girl.  Katherine, I love you so much.”

They tightly embraced each other, and Susan smiled at the scene.  

“And now that we have discussed that, what plans do you have for your husband, Alejandra?” Katherine smirked as if she had a feeling.

“My husband's usefulness is at an end,” Alejandra said calmly as if she didn’t care.  There was little emotion in her tone at all.  It was said in such a matter-of-fact way that it sent chills down Katherine's spine.  She had a dark feeling of what her sister meant by that statement.  

“I thought that might be the case, so I looked up your history and the things you and your other sister did together.  I guessed it would come to this but, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, after what he did to me, and what he planned, and what he did to other girls.  Yes.” 

Katherine flashed a dark smile of approval.  “I agree with you.  After what he tried to do to you and how he treated other girls.”

“I have invited Jose here to spend some time with us.  He will be here shortly,” Alejandra said.

Katherine smiled again, showing Alejandra that she was okay with it.  “Now, I would like to discuss Elsa and what happened to her.  I know you were behind it, but I thought you were close with her.”

Alejandra would prefer to avoid this discussion.  “We were very close, and she understood.  It was also part of the plan.  She knew she was harsh and totally unforgiving.  She knew what would have to happen in the end.  But none of that means I ever stopped loving her.  I dearly loved my sister, and I respected her to the very end.  She was a great empress for us.  But we knew what would have to happen for our nation to progress.”

“I think I understand,” Katherine replied, unsure.  She might never totally understand how things worked in royal family lines with power like this.  A life full of duty and strict expectations.  “And then setting your friend Natalia up to ascend in her place.  That’s something I am more unsure about.  But I think it's about you not wanting to rule a nation.  You prefer to be in the background making sure things work how they must work.  And you enjoy the title of princess.” Katherine said with a slight giggle.  

Alejandra nodded.  “I prefer to work in the background.  I avoided taking the crown because I never wanted it.  I think Natalia deserves it after what she has suffered.” Alejandra explained.  

“I am not sure about Natalia,” Katherine went on, frowning.  “What I learned about that troubled woman.  There was one thing that was unavoidable when I was learning about her past.  That all her life, she was pushed into being female against her will.  I don't think she wants to be female, it's just something that happened, and she was forced to adapt to it.”

“I agree,” Alejandra responded with a soft smile.  “After what her father did and arranging to have her captured and married to the Baron against her will as Martin.  After what the Baron did to Martin.  My sister arranging to have Martin rescued and capturing the Baron and enslaving him in the mines.  Martin had a choice to go home with his wealth and live life as he wanted.  He could have continued as a man sleeping with multiple women as he did before.  But he decided to stay here in a female supremacist empire and train in our armed forces as one of us.  He agreed to transition for us and to enter training.  He wanted vengeance by any means, and once he learned how women are treated there, he felt a desire to help them.  So I agreed against my sister's advice, and Martin became Natalia.  It was his choice, and we didn’t force him.”

“But now, after you pushed him this far, he has no choice and can't go back,” Katherine pointed out.  “You, Elsa, and the nobles are locking him into this and he won't be able to escape.”

She shook her head, “NO, Natalia made her choice, and life has had so much fun screwing Martin and manipulating and hurting him.  Natalia will have fun screwing them back.  It's going to be epic.” Alejandra said darkly.   

“Yeah, but,” Katherine continued,  “the problem is that I looked into Natalia too.  I understand what you mean in what she suffered.  People played with the girl's life, since she was a young boy.  I am not sure I am okay with some of the cruel things she did.  She murdered young children in front of their mother's eyes just because they were children of the Baron's sister.  Then slaughtering their entire family and the guards of the family.  But I understand how that isn’t much to you.”

Alejandra looked defensive there.  “Those people abused Natalia for over a year.  So yeah, she made me proud.  Did you learn what Elsa and I did to the people who abused me?”

“They tortured you.  Much of what you suffered was redacted from all of the reports.  But from the scars and things I have seen of you, I can guess what they did was sadistic and horrible.  I can guess sadistic beatings, breaking bones, burning, electric shock, and cutting your body.  As part of a genocide of your people.  So you have little mercy for abusers.”

“Natalia made me very proud.  She deserves this,” Alejandra said firmly.

“But I saw her orders and the plans she is putting in place,” Katherine continued to protest.  “And what she is planning for the people of Aragon.  And she is also having her husband transferred there and a locked room specially made for him.  I am not sure what she has planned for him but, it seems unnecessary.”

“After what that sadistic thug did to Natalia for over a year.  He ripped her life apart and destroyed her.  So I am okay with whatever horrible things Natalia has planned for that cruel man.  I hope it is painful.”

Katherine could tell that any further discussion about this was no use.  But now that she knew about her adopted sister's past and the things she had been through and what she was about, Katherine had a much better understanding of Alejandra than she did before.

The side door to the room they were in opened and the women saw a large man step through the doorway, followed by one of the guards.  The man stopped and looked at Alejandra and proceeded to approach her respectfully.

This man appeared very submissive and almost refused to make any eye contact with her.  He kept his eyes down on the floor as he slowly walked to her.  Except that Alejandra could hardly consider this a man.  He was built larger than most men, but the way he presented himself was hardly masculine though he was not dressed as a woman.  There was soft lace on his top and his eyebrows were neatly trimmed.  He had beautifully styled hair that hung softly down his back.  She could see a slight shade of lip gloss on the man's lips and some blush on his cheeks.  His eyelashes appeared to be extended and have some sort of mascara on them.  He had dangling hoop earrings and his fingers and toes were adorned with rings.  And his chest appeared to be projecting as if he was wearing a bra.  This was Jose, Alejandra’s husband.  

He stopped in front of her and knelt down in submission.  He had clearly been through extensive training on being a proper, submissive husband.  It was strictly and painfully administered by Elsa and her people and it obviously worked.  One of the most important things he learned was his family name was over.  It was irrelevant.  He was no longer Jose Cordoba.  He was now Jose Primo De Rivera.  Husbands take their wife's last names in Castile, and the wife has all of the power.  Even though he was married to a princess, he was powerless as a De Rivera.  He was nothing.  He was only her husband, and she can do anything she wants and have anything she wants done to him.  The marriage laws that pertained to arranged marriages in Aragon that the wife loses all forms of self-determination and she becomes like property of the husband, worked the other way here.  The husband loses all self-determination and expression to his wife.  For Jose, this was a form of ironic, poetic justice that Elsa really enjoyed informing him of when she made him Jose Primo De Rivera.  

Seeing her now was sort of a shock.  The last time Jose saw Alejandra was the morning of her bridal banquet, where she was supposed to be publicly presented to the community as his wife.  None of that had worked out the way he thought it would.  He was introduced in feminine attire, more submissive and defeated.  She was given as a powerful, regal woman wearing the colors of the ruling family of Castile and announced she was princess Alejandra Primo De Rivera.  Her guards and enforcers were there.  That was the morning she publicly executed two other powerful nobles from Aragon and announced they were under military occupation.  

Then he was taken here, beaten, and tortured into total submission.  He was informed of the brief war between their countries.  The landing of Castile’s fleet of troopships and the invasion.  Then he was informed of the nuclear attack on Aragon’s capital and the country’s fall.  Then he was told of Aragon’s unconditional surrender and final defeat.  

Of course, he knew most of this would happen once he found out who he had kidnapped and forced into marriage.  He knew he had fallen into a trap.  Still, the ruthless savage cruelty Castile inflicted on his country was a shock.  He knew their military and their Shadow Corp.  He knew their Shadow Corp was at times as sadistic as the Nazi Waffen SS.  And the mass graves that were now in Aragon and the concentration camps proved it.  

Jose had been trained and he was ready to do his part in the marriage he wanted.  But as he looked up into the face of his wife and her hand was down around the black handle of her sidearm and it was unstrapped.  It showed him how this woman felt about him.  And he saw the anger simmering in her eyes.  Jose suddenly felt paralyzed by fear.  

“Jose, my beloved husband,” Alejandra said bitterly.  Her voice dripping with malice.  Her family before her froze in horror at the cruel tone in Alejandra’s voice.  “I assume you understand how marriages work in this country, don’t you, and what it means for you and your life?” 

Jose saw her remove her sidearm and sit it on her lap.  He heard a very visible click as she chambered a round and clicked the safety off.  

Jose was trembling with terror at this point.  His eyes swirled with fear.  He said in an unsteady shaky voice, “Yes, Princess Alejandra,” He said, hoping nothing upset her any further.  “My life is in your hands.  I lost all forms of self-determination and control over my life.  You control my life, my activity, all of my property, or whatever is left is transferred to you.  My body, you can have anything you want done to me just as men had the right over their wives in Aragon.  At least in family-style arranged marriages.  I have no rights.  I am even forced to take your family name, but it means nothing to me.  I am powerless in this marriage.” He was unable to take his eyes off the black sidearm she held in her lap.  A round was chambered and ready to fire.  

Alejandra smiled in approval.  “Exactly.  Now, Jose, I will accept no lies from you.  You are to be honest, and then I may consider sparing your life.  But I doubt it.  You fully understand what rights you have as my husband here.  And that is good.  But you signed the contracts with my family and my sister Katherine here, and my father arranged it, is that correct, and I want you to be totally honest.”

Jose was intelligent and knew where this was going.  “Yes,” He admitted, defeated.  “Your stepfather, Craig, approached me and offered your hand to me in a forcible arranged marriage, and we negotiated the agreement in an arranged marriage.  We had the marriage forms made up, and your family signed them, knowing they were condemning you and you would have no choice.  But he was using them, he knew who you really were, and he was setting me up, and I had no clue.”

“WRONG!” Alejandra shouted.  “I set him up.  I knew his cruelty and malice that once he found out about my nature, he would do something like this.  I set it up, with my sister's approval.  However reluctant she was to approve sending me to Aragon to be adopted into Craig and Susan's family.  Knowing Craig would betray me and marry me off like this.  But what Craig knew or didn't know was not the issue.  What you really knew or didn't know isn't the issue.  That if you knew my real identity that you wouldn't have done this isn't the issue.  What is important is you wanted to do this to some innocent boy and force him to become your girl is the issue.  That you thought I would be a helpless boy for you to transform for your sick fetish is the critical issue here.  You had no idea who I was, and you wanted to force me to become your girl whether I liked it or not.  Isn't that correct, or what did you intend?”

Somehow, the malice in Alejandra's tone increased, and he knew he had to be careful.  “Yes, but you must understand, Alejandra.  I knew of your trans nature, I spoke to your sister, and she told me about you.  And you know this.  I wasn't going to do this to a boy who had no feminine desires.  I understand that would be a horror.  I am not like that sadistic monster Baron that your friend was condemned to.  I would never do that.  I thought I was helping you achieve your dreams.”

Alejandra laughed bitterly.  

“Alejandra,” Jose pleaded.  “You know this, it was your fucking plan to turn into a girl, but you wanted it to appear to be forced to avoid responsibility in your very conservative fascist empire who rejected you because of this.  You wanted to be forced, you wanted to be female, and I knew you wanted to be female, and you got what you wanted.”

Alejandra laughed bitterly.  “Yes, it's what I wanted, but still, you were going to force someone if it wasn't me, and you abused many others.  Let's not pretend you are without guilt.  And beyond that, you did plan on abusing and using my body.  This is an arranged marriage.  You planned this and planned to have Leanne force me to be pretty.  She didn’t know.  You had your plans, and none of them depended on my feelings at all.  How I felt was totally immaterial.  It's just luck.  It was all turned on you.”

His voice was shaky, and he asked, “What are you going to do?”

Alejandra stood up and ordered,”Open your mouth.”

Jose hesitated for a brief second, wondering what this was all about.  Hadn't Alejandra had the full operation already? He wondered as he looked up at Alejandra’s powerful body towered over him.  Why did she tell him to open his mouth? He looked up into her hard frightening eyes, and obediently, he opened his mouth, wondering what she was going to do.

Expecting something soft and warm invading his mouth, he was surprised when he felt cold iron filling his mouth.  It was the last thing he felt in his life.  The round tore through the back of Jose’s head and dug into the wall across from him.   Brain matter, skull fragments, and blood ejected from the back of Jose’s head, spraying across the room.  His body collapsed as Alejandra wiped off the gun and re-holstered it.  Katherine seemed to be prepared for it and didn’t react to the loud blast from Alejandra’s weapon.  Susan knew about Alejandra and had a dark feeling.  It still frightened her to see Alejandra do something like this and be so cold about it.  Katherine just smirked.  

Alejandra looked up at Katherine and smiled in return.  “Jose paid for what he did.  I gave him a quick and merciful end, and he earned it.  The Baron Vargos will be meeting his wife Natalia later today, and I doubt she will be as merciful as I was.  The Baron enjoyed cruelly abusing his wife Natalia for over a year.  He was relentless and sadistic and enjoyed every minute of it.  Natalia won’t be anywhere near as merciful.  Natalia will have a lot of fun repaying the abuse she suffered at his hands.  He won't die for a very long time.  

Natalia stood along in her greeting room, looking at the multiple layers of clothing she would be expected to wear for formal occasions as a member of the Primo De Rivera royal family, especially as a princess or the Empress.  And it troubled her.  She looked at the god damn corset she was going to be expected to wear under multiple layers of heavy gowns, and a weird-looking hoop skirted thing that was called a farthingale.  Then there was the buckram corset they called stays.  Then there was the kirtle, bodice, petticoat, and the gowns.  Natalia shook her head in dismay and thought briefly that she may prefer the skimpy but at least comfortable clothing Leanne chose for her but then remembered the corseting was much tighter and painful.  It was all designed to inflict pain and humiliation on her.  But still, this was expected to display her power and status as a member of the royal family of the empire.  The bright red and black on the gown were the colors of the house she now belonged to would do that.  She would have to wear this at her formal coronation

 in the presence of the other powerful houses.  

There was a knock on the door, and Natalia said it was okay to enter.  A formally dressed man entered respectfully and bowed.  “The boy Caleb is here to see you, your majesty.  I must warn you that he is not what you expect.”

This was the only son of Leanne Sterling, the woman who cruelly abused him for over a month and prepared her for the wedding she didn’t even know about until she was captured and taken to the small chapel.  Natalia had simply ordered the young man's execution and planned on presenting the dead body to Leanne when she arrived later this evening.  Princess Alejandra found something out about the young man.  She strongly suggested not executing the young man until she met him in person and then decide.  It was suggested that seeing how her son lived his life would be much more painful to her.  Natalia agreed to hold off on the execution until she met Caleb.  

A pretty young woman entered the room.  Natalia was confused as she saw the feminine grace of this young woman walk in happily smiling.  The young woman was stunningly beautiful and did a slight curtsy greeting Natalia.  “Greetings, your Majesty.   I was invited here.”

“Excuse me,” Natalia said, confused.  Then it hit her.  “Wait, you are Leanne’s son, Caleb Sterling?”

“Well, I prefer Cynthia Sterling.  But yes, I am Leanne’s son, or daughter, and I won't be Sterling much longer.  And that’s okay.”

Natalia almost giggled out loud.  This was going to be great and much better than what she had originally planned.  So much for Leanne not having her son dress up as a woman or marrying a man.  Yes, this would be much crueler to her.  But, Caleb didnt seem happy about marrying a man. Natalia had to find out more about what was going on.

“And, I fucking hate my mother.  I know about what she did to people.  The thing that I love, being feminine is what she inflicted on other men that never chose this life.  And the marriage is what is also happening to me. I will have to adapt to that, but that is life and it is what happened to such men.  But, why should I be spared. I have agreed to do it, your majesty.”

Natalia took a seat across from Caleb with a soft, inviting smile.  “I do not entirely understand, Cynthia,” Natalia said, confused. 

Caleb moved to a seat across from Natalia to take an available seat.  “I would be happy to tell you.  What do you want to know about?”

Natalia had a friendly, inviting smile on her face as she leaned forward.  “Well young lady Let’s start with the obvious.  You said you like to dress as a woman? How did that happen, and is this full-time? Do you want to become a woman?’

Caleb shook his head, “No.  I am not like that.  I do not want to actually transition into become a woman.  I enjoy my role here.  I love the clothing I wear, and I do live 24/7 as a woman” Caleb said and then added reluctantly, “for the man that has chosen to have me. So I have committed my life to him for his acceptance.”

“I see…” Natalia said with curiosity. She noticed that Caleb didn’t seem very enthusiastic to the idea of being committed to a man. It almost seemed Caleb felt he had to whether he wanted to or not.

Caleb continued, So, it's sort of like what you did with the Baron. You were still a man at the time, but you lived your life, and dressed as a woman for him. Except it was forced on you against your will. This is a life I chose, and I like being pretty as a woman. I am sorry for what happened to you and the other men my mother hurt. Can you call me Cynthia?”

And unlike what she went through as Martin for the Baron, there was no hint of a male in Caleb here.  He looked every bit female and it looked like he went through a lot of effort to present himself as a natural woman.  It also looked like he taught himself to present and act like a natural woman did.  It fooled Natalia and she wouldn't have known otherwise if she had not accepted a meeting with a male named Caleb.  She would have assumed this was another woman.  This was fascinating to her.  

“Your apology is not necessary,” Natalia assured him.  “You are not responsible for what your mother did to us.”

“I know,” Caleb agreed.  “But it seems you expected me to pay for it with my life, anyway.  And I have little problem with what you did to my father.  He was a horrible man.  My mother hated him too, not that she is in any position to talk.  She has no high ground.  I think that is the phrase you use.”

Natalia chuckled.  “I understand and yes.  But you don’t seem to be in any danger of becoming like they were.  I think this is great.  And I am glad you are happy.  I never wanted you to suffer for what she did.  Punishing the descendants for the parent's cruelty is even more cruel.  I never intended you to suffer or be hurt.  It would have been quick and over and she would have suffered even more.  But I think this is just as painful for her.”

“I agree,” Caleb giggled.  He acted so feminine that Natalia wondered if it was to spite of her mother's disapproval.  “My mother had certain attitudes about men who dressed and acted like women.  She thought it demeaned men.  She enjoyed seeing the men suffer.  She hated it when I dressed like this and Father also had certain attitudes about a woman’s place, which mother disagreed but she had her own problems.  It was all maddening.”

Natalia found herself liking Caleb.  “I was going to ask if your mother started this by dressing you up, but considering what you told me about her attitude, there’s no point now.  So I assume your desire to dress as a woman is your nature.  When did you start feeling the desire?”

“Yes,” Caleb admitted with friendly smile.  “I enjoy this life.  I love the soft clothing women wear, I like the look, and I have enjoyed the time with my fiance.  I enjoy living my life as a woman lives.”

“But you still know you are a man living this way, but I think I understand it better than I did before.  I can accept that.  Did your mother accept your lifestyle?”

Caleb sadly shook his head.  “Not at all.  She hated it, which I pointed out was so hypocritical when I found out how she supported our family.  I started finding girl's clothes to wear when I was very young and she ridiculed me for it.  She said only sissies and weak boys did that.  So I tried to stop dressing in girl's clothes.  But as we know, that only works for so long until the desire becomes overwhelming.   I didn’t agree with mother when she said only weak boys dressed like this, but I knew she would not accept me like that.  And this was when I was just a little older than ten.  Dad was married to her and lived with us.  He also didn’t accept me, but they were both very demeaning and vicious, so I had to hid it as best as I could.”

“I am glad you are more accepted now and I accept you, Caleb.  So except for that, how was your relationship with your parents.”

Caleb shook his head more.  “It wasn't well at all.  She refused to accept my nature and demeaned me because of it.  I was forced to hide it and I knew how my father was.  And she seemed to accept his dominance to a point.  He was never physically abusive, like beating her.  But I saw some of the signs that he was very domineering sexually.  And sometimes, at night, I heard like choking sounds when they must have thought I was asleep.  I recognized what that meant when I was older and how she seemed to just accept it but eventually, they parted, and I stayed with her.  And then she started her job that you know what she did, and while she was away at her job that sometimes took her away for months, I was with father trying to survive there.”

“Wait,” Natalia interrupted.  “I thought she went home at night.  I remember her being there, but she dressed me up and sent me to my husband.  I thought she went home for the most part.”

“She did,” Caleb agreed.  “But there were times she was required to be there all night in case she was needed.  It was usually during the wedding period, and the three days, they woke up early or her services might be needed then.  After that, she would go home at night and just be there to help the bride adjust and then go home as her services weren't needed as much except during the day.   So I was usually sent to dad for a week and sometimes less, and after that, she would come home, but still, I rarely saw her during the day at those times, and she would come back tired.”

Natalia chuckled.  “Yeah,” She said sarcastically.  “Changing a man's entire lifestyle through force and terror can be tiring to those responsible for doing it.  I can imagine but, it was much worse for us.  Of course, now she's finding that out.  Did you know about what she did then?” 

“Not at first, I was just a kid, and all I knew was that she was gone for long periods.  I missed her because even though our relationship was rough, she was still my mother.  But I saw some things.  Like during the first wedding she worked at for that one guy.  I think you saw him at your own wedding.  He was forced to help.”

“Yeah, I saw him, and he was very quiet,” Natalia responded.  “He was there to help me.  He didn’t seem happy at all, but I was too stressed and shocked at the time to notice that much.  But I noticed he was a man in a bridesmaid gown helping the other bridesmaid.  I remembered, and then some other things came apparent.  That I noticed later.”

“Yeah, he was never happy.  That was her first job, At least the first very public job she did.  I was old enough to start noticing things.  She went all day.  She was very secretive, and she was gone for almost a week at first.  When she started coming back at night, I noticed she was different and exhausted.  She looked very stressed and preoccupied.  And I suspected it was about a wedding.  And I saw images and videos from the very public bridal banquet after the first three days.  And I noticed some of the pictures and videos included her.  Some articles of the very public wedding of a powerful, rich man to his wife.  That the wife was a man that was forced into dressing as a woman for his husband's desire.  And other articles I read mentioned it was arranged, and the law allowed a man to be committed to such a marriage to another man and lose his rights.  And that my mother was involved in directing the man's transition to a bride.  Pictures of the event, news, articles, and other things, and came together for me.  My mother did this to that man.  But I also then understood why, and what it meant and why she was willing, and because of her attitude for such things.  It hurt, and it still struck as hypocrisy.  Even though I knew it was forced on that man, and it was all designed to demean him.   And that it was how she felt in general about males dressing as women and how she felt when I felt the desire to dress as a woman.  I understood why she was against her son dressing as a woman.  And it hurt me more and worsen our relation.  I learned to hate my mother, and I started dressing more openly just to spite her, and she understood that I knew about what she was doing to people.  And that I hated it.  I chose to leave her and live with my father and she felt that was better anyway.  She was afraid one of you would go after me just to hurt her.”

Then Caleb’s eyes turned cold and harsh.  He said in a cold, accusing tone, “Just like you came after me and killed my father just because of her relationship to him.”

“That wasn't the only reason, I also knew how he treated women and Princess Alejandra enjoyed doing that for me.”

“Yeah,” Caleb admitted.  “He wasn't the nicest man and he caused much of Mother’s hostility to men.  It's ironic she opposed me dressing as a woman, given her opinion of men and her enjoyment of seeing them diminished and suffering.  She was full of contradictions. 

Natalia shook her head.  “No, I think this is much better and I'm glad.  I was afraid you were going to be much like her.  I am so glad this turned out the way it did.  We may be able to be friends.  Her thinking you were married to a man and going through what those men went through.” Natalia smirked at the thought.

“Your mother is supposed to think you are being forced like we were,” Natalia offered.

“She wont be fooled,” Caleb said evenly.  “Natalia, I told you about me and she knows.  Leanne would never believe I was forced into this.  She knows I adore dressing as a woman, The part with the man will be different as she knows I am sexually attracted to women.  But, marrying a man is something I must do.” Caleb said, looking down..

Natalia laughed too. “I don’t think you have to, But we will discuss that later. I must tell you that you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Caleb blushed.  “So I grew up and left my domineering, sexist father and started living my own life.  But I learned it was impossible to live my life under the laws of Aragon.  They have their own sexist attitude about men dressing as women, and it's strictly outlawed except in certain situations.  Even for men like me, we can’t get approval.  Only in marriages like yours where the husband demands it as part of his legal right over his male wife,” Caleb’s tone turned sarcastic.  He said sardonically, “We wouldn’t want to impose on a husband's legal right over his bride, would we?”

“Of course not,” Natalia agreed in the same tone dripping with sarcasm.

“So I moved here.  The laws are much more lax, except same-sex marriages are outlawed under catholic law.  But I came out as trans and adopted a female identity allowing me to marry the man I love.  So now it's okay.” Caleb laughed in irony.  “Except, the women here don’t accept a woman being submissive to her husband.  I am expected to be very dominant and in control as a woman and a wife.  But it's my choice as the wife.  And I have chosen to submit tmy life to him. In the ways my mother forced other straight men to submit sexually to their husband.  The women here don’t really approve, but they really have no say in how I choose to live my life as a woman here.”  

Even Natalia’s face turned sour.  “Yeah, I can see how the women in the Falange party can see a trans woman choosing to live a submissive lifestyle to her husband.  But I can see that is what you desire, and it’s your right.  It still seems like it’s a step backward for us.”  

Then Natalia added, “I must say that I agree, This also seems like a step backward to me. The sexist culture of Aragon suggested that the submissive forced party must be called the wife, and the husbands in those marriages forced the male to dress as female. We see that as a step backward and insist women be treated better.”

“This is my choice and I am not being forced.” Caleb insisted. “He chose me and I agreed to submit to him. It isnt how I feel women should live. Its a choice I made and I am free to choose this.”

Caleb almost seemed hurt by the suggestion that he felt this was a womans place. He made sure Natalia understood this was his choice, and he made it for his life. 

“Okay, I understand,” Natalia said. “I am confused. This is a choice you are making and you have chosen to submit your life to a man. But, you suggested you dont want to do this. And that you are not sexually attracted to men. But you are choosing to do this.”

“Yes,” Caleb confirmed. “Just like other men. Just like you were. And After I got free to live my life. I wanted to understand what my mother did so I went around and found the other men my mother worked on. I found Valentina, I found John, I found the woman you love, Vivian and none of them chose to marry a man. None of them were attracted to men, neither were you.”

“Cynthia,” Natalia interrupted. “What does this have to do with your choice. Your mother hurt other men and they didn’t choose that life. Neither did I choose to be a wife to a sadistic baron. But why does that mean you should be subjected to that life? DO you want to be a wife to a man?”

“Of course not, My mother knows I was attracted to women. But thats how life works. Many men were hurt by my mother. So I feel this is something I must do and I will do this. I have a price I need to pay. I want my mother to know that im doing this because of the choices she made.”

“Does the man you are marrying know you are doing this?”

“Yes,” Caleb said. “He knows, and hes very controlling and domineering and he thinks this is hot. He knows im straight and I am choosing to do this. And he knows why. He has agreed. I just want you get my mother to watch. She knows nothing about this. But she knows how I looked at girls. She knows. This is her doing.”

There was a knock on the door, and it opened.  The man said, “Your Majesty, your husband is here and ready for you.”

Natalia smirked again and got up.  She reached for a large knife and said, “Good, I am ready to meet my dear husband.”

And Caleb said shakily, “Wait, Your Majesty, you aren’t planning to, like unman him like the way he did to you, Think.”

“No, dear Caleb,” Natalia responded with a dark smirk.  “And in a way, he already has been unmanned.  Once his strength was used up after a year of being a slave in a coal mine labor camp.  Instead of having him worked to death, I had him moved into one of the more luxurious rooms and used for sex by the more horny guards.  He was provided women's clothing and used as a sex slave.  He experienced much of what I experienced under him.  But, physically, he's still a man, and nothing was done to his body.”

“The Baron did have you changed, didn't he, your majesty?” Caleb inquired.

Natalia shook her head, “No, he didn’t.  The only thing that happened to my physical body was the corset training.  The work was done to give me a more feminine-looking chest by stretching my nipples and I was given injections to make it more prominent.  But they never went as far as forcing me to have breast augmentation.  They spoke about it and used it as a threat to keep me in line and, from the Baron's obsession with breasts and my chest, I knew he really wanted to do it to me.  But he never did.  That isn’t to say that a full SRS was not planned for me.  He did plan that as the marriage ended, so he could release me as a woman entitled to nothing.  The same-sex marriage I was forced into would be dissolved.  But all of this was done to me after the marriage, by my own consent, for my military career here.  It helped me fit in with the women much better and helped earn their respect and trust.  Here, women are in charge and can rise higher.  Men simply obey.  So you see, The Baron must remain a man and my husband.  It’s better for both of us.”

Natalia flashed a very dark, bone-chilling smile as she walked out with her guards and her assistants.  

Her assistants led her down the hall and to her husband's bedroom that he was secured in.  She faced a very thick oak door.  A guard produced a key and the door was unlocked and opened.

She stepped in with no fear.  The room was unlit, but she could see he was in it.  There weren't any luxuries in the room.  It was rather bare.  There was nothing but an old dresser, and some rings in the floor and the walls to attach chains to restrict the man's movements.  And an uncomfortable iron cot in the corner.  She looked to the guard and said, “I think we can provide my husband with a more comfortable bed and some more clothing for him.  He is my husband after all.”

The woman bowed her head in acceptance.  “As you wish.  You mean female clothing, am I correct?”

“Yes, very sexy and revealing female clothing for his new lifestyle.” Both women laughed.

Then Natalia stepped in and saw her husband Anthony waiting.  He stood there in a scarlet robe he was provided for his modesty.  He was not chained as Natalia ordered for their first meeting.  She stood before the man showing no fear.  He saw the deep-seated hatred simmering in her eyes as she looked at him.

Anthony still towered over her, perhaps even more so now than when they first met years ago.  Anthony was an imposing man, but the situation was vastly different than when they first met face to face at their wedding.  He was still the man he was then, except for a hand.  Natalia looked at the stub on Anthony's wrist where a hand used to be.  She had lost her temper during their last meeting and she had cut off his hand.  

And now she was vastly more feminine, making the difference between them even more so.  They both knew she had no fear.  After years of training and service in the nation's military as a commanding officer, she had become a powerful, commanding woman.  She had spearheaded the assault on his nation.  Natalia had brought his nation to its knees and accepted Aragon’s surrender.  He knew there was nothing he could do now.  

She sneered, “If I thought any of this made a difference to your point of view, I would be a fool.  I know even now, after all of this, you still think you were right to do what you did to me, and you will always feel what you did to me was the right thing.  You, as well as thousands of other wealthy nobles that captured women for marriage.  And if you had it to do again, you would do what you did to me all over again.  You haven’t learned a thing.  But that’s why you are here.”

Even though he knew it was dangerous to anger her, he replied, “You and your people have murdered millions.  I have seen the mass graves and camps that your country built in my country.  Your Empress vaporized the capital in a horrific attack.  You personally destroyed my entire family, murdered my sister, killed her children in front of her eyes, with your bare hands.  You made sure my family would have no more descendants.  And before all of that, you were a sexist man who brutalized women, including your own wife, leading her to leave you.  And you violated my sister.”

“No, I didn’t,” Natalia said firmly.  “We had a scuffle.  I came on to her rather strongly.  But I never violated her.  Nothing happened beyond that.  Only one of us has been raped by the other here.  I didn't rape anyone before you hurt me.  And you, and your people considered it completely legal, and the victims like me could do nothing about it, until now.  And still, your country thinks they had the right to do what they did to us.  They see nothing wrong with the way we were treated.  That’s why we are here.  That's why you all had to be destroyed.  And you can no longer be trusted to have a country ever again.  The Empress made sure of that, and I am here to enforce her will to that effect.”

Anthony saw this was going nowhere.  Both of them were absolutely certain they were right to do what they did.  But only one of them raped the other.  And only one of their nations had laws that made it completely legal, and only one of them had an entire noble class that did it to others.  

Anthony looked down in fear.  He saw the hatred in Natalia’s eyes.  It had been burning in her eyes for a long time.  He started seeing the level of hate in her eyes a few months after their wedding.  The hatred simmered very deep in her.  It was a frightening level of hostility that told him that what he was doing was a mistake and she would do anything to destroy him.  She did break, but she only broke so far.  That hatred remained and told him that she would never be satisfied unless she destroyed him.  Anthony resolved to be silent now.  There was nothing he could say that would make any difference here.  

“I have considered making you a woman, Anthony.  I doubt a man like you would ever adapt to becoming a woman.  But a man like me found it very difficult too.  I was not meant to be a woman, but I am.  And this is what you intended for me.  But, in the end, it would only help you.  As you know, in this country, women are considered superior, and such a change would only enhance your status here.  So I won't do that for you.  However, you wanted to marry me, Anthony.  You insisted on making me your wife, and you are my husband.  And so this marriage will remain.  You are my husband.” Natalia’s smile was like ice.

“And you know what that means here, don't you, my husband,” Natalia asked.

He nodded.  Anthony knew and it did not mean what it did in Aragon.  Here, the wife had all of the power in the marriage, just like he did in Aragon.  Anthony had no say in anything.  Even as the husband of the Empress, it meant nothing.  He was totally powerless over anything.  

“I also considered having you killed and thrown in an oven.  But death is too good for you.  You don’t deserve that.  You deserve to live and experience what you inflicted on me and what you men inflicted on us for so long.  Death is the only thing you have to look forward to, and it's so far away.”

At this point, death was an act of mercy that Natalia had no intention of granting.  

“You will remain my husband, and I will remain your wife.  Our marriage was never dissolved.  I was surprised to learn myself.  But I never had our marriage dissolved.  It was my right as the wife, and in the method, our wedding was carried out.  Any court here would have granted it in a second.  But I never considered that I had to.  I figured with me being here, and you being imprisoned, and your death there, it was considered dissolved already.  But no.  You were alive here, and I had to request it, and I never did.  So our marriage is still a thing.”

Natalia’s smile told him she was just too happy for that.  Which was nothing good for him.

“Also, I have decided that I will transition into a fully functioning female, and that I will be the Empress here.  And that will mean I will be able to have heirs.  But don’t think they will ever be yours or that I will ever allow you to make me pregnant.  You will never be allowed to penetrate me again.  In fact, I have taken care of that already.  You will have your own men to keep you satisfied.  You will please them and have your life with them.  That will become your life.”

This just kept getting worse for Anthony, not that he expected any better.  He had a feeling. 

“That’s why you have such pretty lingerie and pretty dresses.  So, you won't have any real need for that large nine-inch penis.  But it is your status as a man.  But that doesn't mean it needs to be functioning.  Your testicles are not necessary.”

Natalia smiled even more and Anthony's face twisted in a mask of terror as Natalia advanced on him.   He backed away.

“However, like I will become a woman.  I have no intention of having something like that done for you.  We don't need a surgeon to help us make your penis nonfunctioning.  I can do that for you myself.   I can do it the hard way.  No sedation for you.”

Anthony cried out and collapsed to his knees when she quickly kicked him.  He groaned and collapsed in blinding pain.

Natalia cruelly looked down at him.  “Does that hurt? I don’t see why you should object.  You, Pam, Leanne, Lisa, and that Sadist Tabitha inflicted terrible pain on me for not satisfying you enough.  So this is nothing.”

Then Natalia placed several more very swift, devastating kicks between Anthony’s legs.  He curled up, clutching his crotch, in blinding, paralyzing pain.  

That wasn't enough though and Natalia kept kicking Anthony viciously between his legs, clearly intending on damaging them beyond repair.  He had nearly stopped moving after around fifteen vicious kicks with her heels.  

Anthony was on the very edge of passing out from the pain.  It was clear his balls were damaged.  

“I still think they can be repaired,” Natalia said, almost detachedly.  “But they won't be.  They must be removed so you will never be a threat.  And you can live your feminine life for the men who you will be required to service.”

Natalia looked down at the man who was on the edge of passing out.  She approached and pulled out a pair of pliers.  “Let me help you, my husband.  You will have no use for those things.” 

Caleb stood back, watching Natalia’s revenge against the man who had enslaved and tormented her for over a year.  He was shocked by the level of sadism she displayed, but not that much.  She knew this would be brutal and bloody, by the dark look in Natalia’s eyes as she approached her husband's room.

He watched Natalia rip Anthony's scrotum off with a pair of pliers.  Anthony let out a blood curtailing shriek of pain and collapsed as his scrotum was ripped from his body.  His limp body laid there, blood pooling out of him.  

Natalia shouted to the medical personnel she had waiting, “You may attend to my husband.  Make sure she does not die.” She watched as the nurses attended to her husband.  They worked to stop the bleeding and transport her to a hospital to continue the operation.  Anthony would be out for at least several weeks.  But the cruel man would not die.  

And now she had to prepare for her own operation and the final transformation into a woman.  Something that had begun in her life when she was a young boy and her mother dressed her up as a young girl to attend a girl’s school.  Life seemed to be pushing her toward womanhood, whether she liked it or not.   

Anthony was quickly bandaged up and taken away for emergency treatment for his wounds.  Natalia was told that it was likely her husband would live.  Natalia stood there with a delighted smirk on her face.

Alejandra approached with her people.  Caleb saw the determined look on Alejandra’s face as she approached them, with John struggling to keep with her.

Caleb said, “You got your final revenge and It looks like you have things to do.  I must prepare to see my mother for when she arrives.”

Natalia shook her head, “No, my revenge has only begun.  He has a lot more to repay.  But I enjoyed our talk, Caleb.  You are cute.  I would like to see your mother before I go into surgery.  Can you have her come the hospital to meet me before it's done?”

Caleb smiled and embraced Natalia, “Sure, I will tell her you want to see her.  I must go.” And Caleb turned as Alejandra approached.

Alejandra had a determined look on her face, “Natalia, sister.” She said with an inviting smile as she tightly embraced Natalia.  “The doctor said they are ready. Are you?”

This was her life's direction since she was a very young child living with her mother.  She did it well enough that the other boys and girls seemed to accept her as another girl in school.  Very few adults knew she was not really a girl then.  This was the life she had lived since she arrived here.  She was a woman and a wife for the Baron and a woman in the military service here.  She lived her life as a woman full time.  Natalia took a deep breath bracing herself and looked into Alejandra’s eyes, and firmly said, “Yes, let's go.”

John looking strong and handsome beside Alejandra, looking vastly different than when Natalia first saw John when he had large breasts and looking so feminine.  “Are you sure about this?” He noted the contrast in his mind that he seemed to accept femininity.  At the same time, Natalia struggled against it when they first met.  

“Yes, indeed,” Natalia said without reservation.  “I am ready for this.  Let’s go.”

As they headed toward the front door, Natalia turned to John.  “And John, Dorothy,” She said snidely with a twinkle in her eye.  And a flirty smirk.  “I just wanted to say that I am sorry for the way I treated you when we first met.  

“Why are you sorry,” John asked.  “I was horribly cruel to you then.  I am sorry.”

“I just didn't understand, and I should have understood.  You were dealing with your own pain.”

Then Natalia turned to Alejandra.  “And thanks, sister.  Thanks for what you did with George.  I know it really started this life, but still, thanks.  And I'm sure John agrees more than me on this.”

John looked confused as Natalia just smirked.  

Alejandra looked unsure and somewhat stunned.  “What?” She inquired.  “George?”

“You know what you did with him, and I saw Elsa’s private notes on the matter.  I now know it was you.  So thanks, sis.  Sisters need to stick up for each other.” Natalia said slyly.

John still looked lost.  The two women looked at each other as if to say, “Men”.

“You, George, my ex-husband, who died.  Him, you were involved.” He looked at Alejandra.  Then it hit him.  “You did that? But the report said he died peacefully in his sleep.  It was natural causes.  He was just old.”

“Alejandra is lethal.  She has her ways.  She is an expert at this.  It was supposed to look like natural causes, But from what I read of Elsa’s reports.  It was anything but natural, and it was very slow and extremely painful.  She spent an entire day working on George.”

John thought for a few seconds and then smiled, “I agree, thanks, Your Highness.  You set me free of that monster.  I hope you will tell me more about how he went, someday.”

“We will have lots of time together as Natalia is in her operation and then she has to recover from it all.  But I can tell you now, he was screaming in pain for the entire time.  You aren’t the only girl he abused.”

He was about to respond rudely when he saw the mischievous look in her eyes and Natalia started giggling.   Then he said, “Yeah, let's go, you two.”

John watched the two women leave.  He thought of how ironic it is that things ended this way.  John just considered femininity as part of his life for a while.  He hated it as much as Martin did even though he was gay and had very delicate features for a man.  He never wanted to be a woman and was never one of those feminine male homosexuals.  It had become part of his life until he could get away and expunge it from his life.  But, he never had the arrogant superiority complex Martin did toward femininity.  He was never arrogant or sexist as Martin had been.  John just accepted it.  Martin was really hurt and felt demeaned by it.  He considered such men lower than him.  He had an arrogant homophobic outlook on it all and felt crushed when those views included him.  But now, Martin was not that man anymore and she let it empower him to this level.  She is making the choice to go all the way.  John wondered how this was possible.  It was exciting to John.

Of course, the person that man became was not.  And the things he did were a horror.  

<<<>>>

Alejandra was there to help Natalia through it all.  It was terrifying for Natalia to give her explicit consent for a complete genetic gender transformation.  But Natalia did it with a smile on her face.

She signed the forms confirming her agreement to the treatment.  She has been in transition for the past few years of her service here.  She has been on hormones, dressing full time, and being recognized as a woman and an officer in this empire's military service.  Considering that this was a small final step, considering her life, this was a huge step in the final direction.  

A nurse asked to confirm, “You are now Natalia Primo De Rivera, elder sister to Princess Alejandra Primo De Rivera?”

“Yes,” Natalia confirmed.

“The wife to ex Baron Anthony Primo De Rivera?” He was no longer Vargos now.  

“Yes, he is my husband.” Natalia also admitted with a smile.  

Then the nurse asked, “And now you are here to take the final step to your transition as a woman?” She had signed the forms.

“Yes,” Natalia said firmly.  

“This will be a full genetic transition.  It will change your genes and your entire genetic code.  Just as your younger sister Alejandra did months ago.  You will wake up as a fully functioning woman.  You will have a cycle as a woman and able to give birth.  Do you understand that, Your Highness?”

“Yes, this is what I want,” Natalia said with a soft smile, considering what her father would think if he saw this now.  

The nurse smiled, “Good, let's get you ready.  We have everything prepared.”

Natalia was rolled down the hallway to the room prepared for her.  There were numerous nurses as well as a doctor ready for her.  She was ready for this.  She saw the IV’s they prepared for her.  She saw the machines prepared to pump the liquid through her. The doctor gave Natalia a friendly smile.

Natalia was helped into her bed, and the nurses made sure she was comfortable and ready for the procedure.

The nurse scanned Natalia’s bracelet and confirmed her date of birth.  Then the doctor hooked the IV’s into Natalia and prepared for the lengthy procedure.

The doctor looked like she was very accustomed to authority and made Natalia feel at ease for this.  The woman said, “Natalia, our anesthesiologist will be here shortly,” as they prepared.

Natalia held out her hand, “Please wait on that.  Someone will be here shortly and I want Alejandra to meet her and I want to see her before I am sedated.  Please, Doctor,” Natalia pleaded with the woman.

“Okay, but we are ready here.  This procedure can be very painful.  We are  usually better prepared and this solution is injected through a chest port.  It is very potent stuff.  Are you sure, Natalia?”

Natalia confirmed her desire, so she was left awake as the procedure started and she realized the doctor was right.  It was rather painful and draining as it ran into her.

<<<>>>

Leanne had had a very rough trip.  Luckily, Ambar wasn’t too interested in keeping Leanne with her during the plane ride there.  But Ambar's male friend Aziz made sure to keep her company during the long trip.  He sat beside her and held his hand inside her top or between her legs through most of the trip.  He pinched and pulled her nipples and played with her breasts so much that her nipples were pulled raw by now.  And her breasts were squeezed and rubbed so much that they were sore to the touch.  And just before they touched down on the runway, he took her to the restroom for sex.  Ambar and Aziz wanted to ensure she had the experience in an airplane, as some like to call, ‘the mile high club.’ Most women were protected in this society and wouldn't allow a man to take such liberties on a woman and live.  But Leanne was exempt for some reason, and Aziz knew it.  

But this experience was forced on her and felt violating.  She was in tears by the time Aziz finished in her.  She looked very distraught.  Her hair was ragged, her makeup was a mess.  Her eye shadow had run down her face in a purple streak and her eyes were red from crying.  Not that any of them cared.  In fact, Ambar smiled at her appearance and whispered in her ear, “This is probably how Natalia looked after the first few nights with her husband and you saw how she looked.  Wasn't that woman crying when you came in?”

She remembered how Martin looked and it was roughly about the same.  Leanne had to admit.  Ambar was nice enough to give her a few minutes alone to redo her makeup and make herself presentable.  But she did need a thick tampon to control the leaking after what Aziz did to her.  She was still sore.

She had expected to see Natalia when they arrived.  Leanne was more shocked to see Alejandra and her people when they exited the plane.  Alejandra looked very different than when she saw her the last time.  The woman still looked very firmly in charge, and there was little question of that.  Not that Alejandra was ever not in charge of everything.  That was something she slowly learned during their time together.  Alejandra made sure she was in charge and it was something her husband Jose had to learn the hard way.  She briefly wondered if that man was still among the living.  Leanne doubted it.  He was a dead man as soon as he chose to get engaged to Alejandra.  He signed his life away at that moment.  Leanne knew there was an unmarked grave where he was in by this time.  

Leanne felt a shiver travel down her body as she watched Alejandra as they walked down the steps to meet the woman.  While Alejandra had just started her real transition to womanhood by the time they first met.  It looked like everything was complete.  Alejandra looked like any other woman looked by now.  Leanne tried to appear strong as they walked down to meet Alejandra.  Alejandra had that look in her eye and smirked knowingly at Leanne.  There is something other women tend to notice in each-other, and she could tell what Leanne had just gone through.  She knew somehow.  And she smirked knowingly.

Leanne casted her eyes down in humiliation at Alejandra’s look.   

Alejandra bowed her head in respect.  “Greetings, Your Majesty.” Alejandra greeted their queen.  “I regret to tell you that our Empress could not be here to greet you.  She wanted me to meet you and escort you to see her before her procedure.”

Their queen was informed and she accepted.  “That will be acceptable.”

Alejandra looked at Ambar beside her queen.  She bowed respectfully, “Greetings to you too, General Ambar.  I hope your trip was comfortable, and you are happy with Leanne here.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Ambar responded.  “It was very comfortable and we were happy to receive your invitation to your Empress’s coronation.  And we are pleased with Leanne here.  She is learning her place here and my friend Aziz is teaching her well.” Ambar chuckled as Leanne casted eyes in humiliation.  

Alejandra approached Leanne.  Their last meeting when Alejandra beat Leanne and interrogated her was running through her mind as she approached.   “Interesting seeing you again, Leanne.  I must say you look very sexy in that tight top and that short skirt.  You must get a lot of attention dressed that way,” Alejandra chuckled.

Leanne was so humiliated she refused to respond to Alejandra’s mocking.  

“You can't see my husband anymore.  I decided that he didn’t deserve another chance.  So I dealt with him.”

The very casual way Alejandra said that was frightening to Leanne.  

“But Natalia wanted to see you and Ambar before she goes through her procedure and I think she wants you to see her husband.  I was told you know him well.”

Leanne looked up unexpectedly at the mention of Natalia’s husband.   After what Alejandra told her when they were together working on her marriage and being a man's wife.  Alejandra had let it slip that Natalia’s husband was still alive and the death was faked.  But the fact that the marriage was still in effect was shocking.  “Her husband?” Leanne said doubtfully.  “She is still married to him?”

“Yes indeed and it was also a shock to Natalia.  She assumed that with the fake death and the laws in Castile that favored the victims and the woman in such marriages, that the marriage had been annulled.  But the marriage wasn’t annulled. Apparently they were still married.  Getting an annulment wouldn’t have been difficult. Natalia just assumed the marriage was annulled.  She just had to go to a court and requested an annulment.  Natalia never did that, so she is still legally Anthony’s wife.  Natalia decided to remain married to Anthony.  It was all Natalia’s choice and as you probably know here, she holds power over him in this nation.  As Anthony just found out in a very unpleasant and painful way.” 

That frightened Leanne even more.  Oh god, Leanne thought to herself.  What did Natalia do to that man?  She couldn't even imagine.  

“As for Aragon, I will give you a personal tour of what is left of your homeland after this.  I warned you all when we first met that day at the wedding.  I remember what you said very well.  You said in an arranged marriage, the bride not only gains an unwanted husband but loses all forms of self-determination and expression.  Do you remember what I told you after that?”

Her memories of Alejandra’s statements were fuzzy.  The male brides are often in a panic.  Their thoughts and words are often too emotional to be really comprehensible.  But Alejandra was strangely calm.  But a lot happened since then.  

Seeing Leanne's foggy look, Alejandra continued, “I told you it was true, but it not only applied to people that it can also apply to a union of nations, and the smaller nation also loses all forms of self-determination and expression when they are subjugated to a stronger power, against their will.  And precisely, that just happened to Aragon.

Leanne was aware of the beginning of the war, but she hadn't been updated since her capture and was unaware of a lot that had just happened.

Ambar updated her on the events from the invasion and occupation of Aragon.  The bombing and nuclear strike, the camps, enslavement, extermination, and mass graves.  Aragon’s final surrender.  The sheer brutality.

Leanne was totally horrified.  Over four million died in the bombing and millions had been killed in the camps and thrown in mass graves.  

“You two, how could you?” Leanne gasp at the horror of it all.

“You know what I suffered at their hands during the genocide of my people.  You saw the scars from the torture I endured in the camps.  So you know.  And I know you know what Natalia suffered at their hands.  After all, you were part of it, and you enjoyed being part of the process for the sadistic Baron.  You enjoyed seeing Natalia’s manhood crushed.  So who are you to talk about brutality?”

Leanne also knew about Natalia’s revenge on the Baron’s family when Martin personally returned and murdered them, including the Baron's sister's children, in front of their mother's eyes.  She knew these people were merciless.  So she expected something like this when Elsa went on the warpath.

“Let's go.  Natalia wants to see you before her procedure and then perhaps we can go see her husband.  He probably hasn't entirely recovered yet.  But he will.  Natalia wants him to live for a very long time.”  

They got in a car and were driven over to the hospital.  Leanne was updated on what was going on and on Natalia's decision.  She wasn’t entirely sure if it was suitable for Natalia, but she had decided and was going through with it.  But she still remembered the man that she met so long ago and what he thought of women.  The desperate man she met so long ago was going through the final procedure to become a woman.

Alejandra led Leanne into a large hospital, and they went up several flights of steps.  Alejandra led Leanne down the hall, and finally, they went into the large room where Natalia was in.  Her elite guards let them in the door.  She finally saw Natalia lying there hooked to an IV with very powerful chemicals and hormones being injected directly into her.

Natalia looked like she was in pain, but this transformation was supposed to be done when she was sedated.  She insisted on being awake to see Leanne before she was sedated for this.   

Natalia smiled darkly.  “I bet you are enjoying this, aren't you, Leanne?”

“We never intended to fully transform you.  At least not that I knew of.  I didn't know of the Baron's final intentions for you until much later after we had parted ways and you were on your way to adjusting to your life with him.  But, no, you never really understood.”

Natalia shook her head, “No, not the transformation.  I mean, you enjoy seeing me here in agonizing pain.  You always enjoyed seeing me suffer, as you did so many other men you put in that life.”

Leanne tightened in absolute frustration.  Natalia, as Martin, had never understood that it was never for her personal satisfaction.  She never really got any from this job.  It was just a job, and it was her professional outlook on it.  She had to be cold and dispassionate.  Her subjects never understood that and always figured she was a sadist who enjoyed their suffering.  And every one of them always wanted some sort of personal payback.  

The only one to get any kind of revenge was Natalia.  While the rest seemed to understand, at least on some level, Natalia never gave up her grudge.  She held it all in and insisted on getting payback at any cost.  As Martin, he could have gone on with his life and lived a good life as a playboy seducing countless women the way he did before.  But he was unable to do that after what he went through.  He demanded vengeance and went back to seek it.  He did all of this for payback, and it cost Martin everything.  

“Natalia, you never understood the matter.  I tried to tell you before, it wasn't about me, and I got no personal satisfaction from it.  It was a job I did, and it paid me very well.  It was about you male brides and the things you had to learn and adjust to.  It wasn't about me.  It was about you and your husband's desire.  Most of them figured that out in time.  You and John never seemed to get it.  And you held it all in, and you would never let it go.”

“John didn't either,” Natalia replied.  “He seemed to hold it in too.  Don't you remember him sticking around and what he did to me?”

Leanne agreed.  

“And I heard about what you did to Aragon.  Of course, you know there will be a response to this.  There has to be.”

Natalia laughed bitterly.  “The USA doesn't seem to care, and they are unable to do a damn thing.  They know about our arsenal.  And, I’d like you to visit a place for me.  I will give my sister the location.  It’s a very special place and will answer many of your questions.   And I’d like you to see your friend the Baron and see what condition he is in.” Natalia flashed a wicked chilling smile.  

“I heard about what you did to him.” Leanne snapped.

Then Natalia postulated and said, “Alejandra, I would like you to have Anthony’s Achille’s tendon cut before he returns.  I want him to never walk on his own again.”

Alejandra seemed to agree.

“And that will be the punishment for all rapists from now on.  And, I wonder if there is a way to remove a person’s bone structure from their body so they can not move.  They simply exist as a lump of gelatinous matter unable to move on their own, it will be like they just exist, and they won’t have a mouth, but they will feel the need to scream.” Natalia laughed.  “I think something like that is possible.  We will look into that punishment for those that commit rape.”

Alejandra pointed out, “But, your Majesty.  Such an operation is not possible and will require a lot of research into how to perform such a thing on a person.”

Natalia understood what Alejandra meant and flashed a cruel sinister smirk, “Yes I know.  The people of Aragon will be there to help with such research.  They will be more than happy to participate in the medical research, won’t they.” 

Alejandra understood.  

Natalia added, “For the time being, what I said before about cutting the Achilles tendon.  They won't be able to rape or harm another woman again.  Every single one of them.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

They exited Natalia’s room, and she was finally sedated.  She slowly drifted off, knowing she would wake up a woman.  Her final thought was what her father would think of this.  It seemed to be what he always intended for his son.  He should be happy, wherever that sadistic fuck was.  Darkness overtook Natalia.

<<<>>>

Leanne’s mind was on all of the marriages she had assisted through the years and her mind was on Martins. That was one of the most difficult. The most difficult was John and he fought the entire time. He had escaped them and eventually, his husband had to have John physically transformed to break his resistance. Martin never really physically resisted. Leanne assumed that Martin wasn’t as emotionally strong or determined as John was. But she was wrong, he simply learned his lessons early on and John helped get it through Martin that resistance was no use in these marriages. But has plotting and knew sooner or later he would be freed. He learned that when he found out what the entire thing was about, and what Anthony’s agenda was. And he knew he could get revenge. His revenge cost him everything but Natalia was happy with it. 

Leanne had no idea where they were going, Alejandra was in the back with her as she was tightly secured in the back seat of an oversized limousine. She realized she was strapped in the seat the same way that Martin was when they transported him around town for the functions he was scheduled for. She was unable to make much movements as her hands were handcuffed behind her and the seatbelt was strapped on her in a rather tight way. 

“This is just a precaution,” Alejandra said, facing her with a knowing smirk and occasionally reached out to pinch her nipples hard just to hear her cry out.  

Upon entering the small town the vehicle made a left into the town’s historic section, they pulled up to a small chapel where there were many cars parked there and people were assembled for some ceremony or event. and Leanne had a brilliant smirk on her face. She suddenly explained, “I brought you here to see someone that wanted to speak with you.”

Alejandra's guards walked around the Limo and unstrapped Leanne’s heavy leather straps that kept her almost immobile. She was released and Alejandra was kind enough to place some heavy shackles around her wrists with a smirk. “A lady can't go without your jewelry can she?” Alejandra qipped and giggled slightly. 

That was an inside joke among Leanne and Martin when she placed the shackles on his wrists to escort him publicly. 

The Shadow Corps guards led a restrained Leanne into the Chapel followed by Alejandra and they went through the back. Leanne recognized a styling restraining chair like the type that she prepared her brides in when she did such things. 

Seeing how things were, she was not that surprised to be faced with a wedding when she exited the chapel. Leanne saw there were many guests seated as they watched the ceremony, on a lawn watching a rather large groom marrying a restrained bride. She could not see watching from the back if the bride was male or female. The bride looked very stiff as if her midsection was tightened in a stiff corset. She had a veil over her face but what she could see of the long blonde hair, it looked like the bride’s natural hair. Leanne knew the difference in extensions and a person’s natural hair and this looked natural. The bride's head was stuck in an upright position as if her neck was locked in a neck corset. The bride’s head was unable to turn and her hands were cuffed together somehow. Even though Leanne could not see them through a thin draped cloth covering her hands holding a floral bouquet of flowers. The bride was adorned in a beautiful sleeveless white wedding dress. The girl seemed very well endowed in the chest but Leanne was unable to tell if the bride was actually female or male from this distance. 

Leanne wondered why she was brought here to witness this wedding. She doubted she knew the groom or the ‘Bride’ as the priest wearing the formal robes of an ordained catholic priest standing in front conducted the wedding. The priest wore a nasty scowl on our face as she faced the bride. When she spoke to the bride, her voice was laced with barely concealed contempt. 

Then, Leanne saw someone she knew standing beside the bride to give her off. She saw her daughter Anya. Her gut tightened into a knot of fear as she got a feeling she did know the bride and this could only be one person and only one reason Anya was here, and who she was the elder sister too. Then she felt the desire to scream.

A Feminine voice spoke from behind her, “Welcome, Leanne. We were told to expect you.”

Leanne turned sharply to see a beautifully styled woman from behind her. She was neatly dressed in a white short skirt and a ruffled blouse, and her face was flawless. This woman had the air of confidence and command that she used to have. Leanne guessed she was facing the woman who prepared the bride and pretty much was in charge of the preparations for this ceremony.  She could tell by the horned rimmed glasses this woman was wearing. It must have been irony. The woman smiled softly. 

“His sister is giving him away. It's usually the mother but the mother of the bride was well, you know, she was ‘tied up’. The woman laughed at her unfunny joke. I know the mothers gave all of brides away that you worked with.”

“This is funny to you?!” Leanne shot in anger. The guards on each side of Leanne held her tight by each arm. 

“This isn’t what it looks like, Leanne. This bride consented and insisted on it being done this way. You should know that, you know this young her.” The woman giggled at referring to the bride as ‘her’.

Of course, and this shouldn’t have surprised her. She knew of the brides feminine nature.

“Of course, I really doubt she really enjoys it being done this way, as brutal as we are doing this, the young woman wanted you to know. The young woman, the bride, I think you know by now, is your son. She wanted you to know that she feels so much guilt over everything that you have done to people, and how it was done. She feels she has a price to pay and so, she committed herself to this life to her husband.” 

Leanne darted daggers at her for saying that. 

“The new Empress told me to tell you that you were wrong about your son never being dressed as a woman and marrying a man. You told the Empress it would never happen and now, it is happening. Isn’t that funny,” The confident woman said with a condescending snicker. 

“No, Caleb has nothing to do with this bitch, he is- ..mmmmmmphh!” Leanne muffled as duct tape was wrapped around her mouth by the guards.

“My name isn’t bitch, it’s Ana, now please behave Miss Sterling, while we prep you, to join the rest of the guest at this beautiful ceremony.”

Getting Leanne properly restrained with additional straps took a few minutes, but after the guards were done they escorted her along with Ana and Alejandra to the front row. 

“Please have a seat Leanne, we have your reserved area waiting.”

With her hands and legs shackled like a maximum security prisoner she could only shake her head “No” as she was led to the front of the audience. 

“Please be respectful Ma’am, you will cause a scene in your daughter’s Cynthia’s ceremony,” said Ana

“Mmmphhh….!” 

There was metal O ring screwed to the floor where the guards connected Leanne’s chains, once locked into place the chains would hold her down and restrained. This was perfectly was planned out, Leanne would be forced to witness the unfolding events. 

At the alter stood a large man much older than the bride The groom looked like he was maybe in his early 50’s with some gray in his receding hair. His tuxedo was immaculate. To his right, stood a lovely young lady in a white virginal wedding dress, her arms and hands were restrained behind her. Her eyes looked down to the floor as she faced the groom. Around her mouth was a white leather strap holding a white call gag in her mouth. 

“Mmm...K..ala...mmp,” Leanne muffled her son’s name.

Leanne’s attempt to get her son’s attention fell on deaf ears, her son looked only to the floor as the groom stood over him. 

“Felipe Ruiz is his name in case you are wondering who your lovely son Caleb...I mean daughter Cynthia is marrying,” said Ana sitting next to her. And we do object to him becoming a woman just to submit his life to a man, but it was her choice and we blame you for this abomination. “The groom is a wealthy stockholder in various corporations across the empire and in many company's in the United States. I wouldn’t worry about your daughters financial future. You don’t have to worry about her going off to college and being a doctor like you intended for her, She will be well taken care of by his man.”

“Mmmpph..”

“Dear esteemed guests, we are gathered here on this day to witness the blessed union of the newly transitioned bride, Cynthia Sterling, the whore, “ The priestess said in a tone of overt hostility. “to Felipe Ruiz,” said the Priestess presiding over the ceremony. 

Leanne’s eyes widen in anger and helplessness, they were treating her son as some kind of whore and a disgrace to them.

Do you, Felipe Ruiz, agree to take the hand of the disgraced whore Cynthia Sterling, by her being bound and to submit her life to you in matrimony? Will you agree to have Cynthia, keep her, protect her and teach her, as your lawfully wedded disgraced wife?”

“I do,” said Felipe in a deep tone of authority.

The Priestess then looked at Anya who stood to the side of Caleb. 

“Who will give away the whore?”

“I will priestess,” replied Anya.

“Do you Anya Sterling, sister of Cynthia Sterling commit Cynthia to loving protection and guidance and submission to her husband Felipe Ruiz? To love and obey for as long as she lives?”

Anya then looked down to her sister who kept her looking down to the shoes of Felipe as a sign of her submission.  

“I do,” she said in a tone of reluctance but sadness.

“Cynthia, do you accept these a life of submission to your fiance  Felipe and take the role of his wife by taking his last name in the marriage and whore in the bedroom?”

“Mpmmmph…!” Leanne struggled with her bounds as the Priestess said that. 

Cynthia nodded. 

  

“By the powers vested in me by the Empire of Castile and the holy mother church of Christ andthe catechism, I pronounce you husband and wife. Felipe you may kiss the bride.” 

Leanne was forced to watch as the large man tightly embraced her son in a very masculine and dominant embrace and force a deep kiss him. She watched her son go limp in the mans dominant arms as the large head of the groom decended. And she thought she saw a face of disgust and regret as the larger bearded man forced a deep kiss as their mouths met as her son struggled slightly and she thought she saw him gag as the tongue forced its way into her sons mouth. She knew that altho her son liked to dress as a woman. The young man was very heterosexual and was disgusted by male sexuality or intimate sexual contact between males.

Leanne saw a totally revolted look on the her sons face when their mouths parted. She felt bad for her son. But She was helpless here. Her son made his decision and she was in no position to reverse it.  

“Cynthia was lucky to find her husband Felipe to love and guide her. Felipe had a long thing for feminine young men. How ever this something he kept a secret. He is a closeted bisexual and when he met the young man Caleb….well he had to have him.” said Ana to Leanne’s ear as a large size ceramic pot was brought to the alter by the groomsmen. Once placed to the side of the couple they departed the altar. 

“Sister Anya will now lead us to the final stages of Caleb’s transition to her new life.”

The bridesmaids then ascended to altar with folder and one by one dropped the contents of it into the pot. 

“Sister Anya, will you now please light the fire to begin your sister’s new life?”

“Thank you Priestess.”

Alejandra smiled at the ongoings of the ceremony. 

“If you are wondering about what they placed inside the pot, then you should know its any legal documents and photos from your son’s past as a male,” said Ana with a smile.

Leanne could only stare at her tormentor with a tear in her eye.

“May the flames engulf his past sins to bring a new beginning in the life of Lady Ruiz.” 

While the fire burned through Caleb’s birth certificate and childhood boy photos. The Priestess turned to Anya to finalize the ceremony. 

The priestess proudly announced, “Now her former life as a male is gone. She will live the rest of her life as a proper female and as a loyal wife.”

“Felipe Ruiz, now as the lawful husband to your wife Cynthia Ruiz, you may finalize the ceremony in the manner you both agreed on,” The Priestess declared with contempt. By taking her back privately and her ingesting your seed down in her mouth and down her throat.

Leanne watched in horror as the large group led a clearly reluctant Cynthia back down the aisle to the chapel and into a private room in the back. Leanne was allowed up as she was led to the back so she could listen from the outside of the door. 

Most of them heard what was happening in the room between the newlyweds. Leanne heard the rhythmic galking and choking sounds of her desperate son. Gawk Gawk, choke and Gawk was heard as her son was choking on something massive being shoved into his mouth. It went on for a while as Leanne wanted to cry at this humiliation happening to her son. Then it was over but she heard her son retching in revoltion as it was finalized. A loud satisfied groan as he ejaculated into her sons mouth. Her son was forced to swallow it and retched on the taste. It took a while for him to compose himself as her husband left, and Cynthia followed him out ina  clearly disheveled manner. The semen caked around his mouth and dripping from her sons chin. He was clearly humiliated and disgusted by what had just happened. 

“Isn’t he prett-”

“Mmmppmm..!” Leanne made one last attempt to break free from her straps, but failed immediately. 

While struggling with the straps and the guards who were now holding her back she saw Caleb being picked up effortlessly by Felipe, The groom picked up his newlywed wife Cynthia as he was and walked down back the isle while Leanne fought helplessly against her bounds. As her son, daughter was carried off like any bride on her way to the bedroom, Leanne got one last look at the her desperate and disgusted Cynthia, in the strong arms of Felipe..both their eyes met one last time as Caleb was now Cynthia Andrews a conquered Concubine.

<<<>>>

Later that evening, Alejandra escorted Ambar, their queen, and Leanne into a massive and very secure facility.  Several layers of guards and the elite impersonal guards and shadow Corps operatives looked at their ID to let them in.

Leanne looked around as they walked through the building.  It was shocking and she didn't really understand what she was looking at.  It looked like it was a massive construction project.  There was an enormous amount of work going on.  Then she finally started to grasp what was going on.  

This appeared to be a massive naval shipyard and enormous drydocks.  Massive ships were undergoing all levels of construction.  They were in every point of construction, from being laid down to being close to launch.  And some seemed to be ready for their shakedown.

Then something else became very clear.  She was looking at massive submarines being constructed in their drydocks.  These were special types as she watched massive cranes lowering large missiles into their open launch hatches.  These submarines had rows of open hatches that were designed to launch missiles.  These missiles were massive.  They seemed to be designed for one purpose.  She knew what these were for.  There were around a dozen of these subs.  Each of them had twenty tubes each.  Natalia’s agenda came very clear.

This could only be intended to threaten the United States.  Natalia was going to plunge the world into a massive nuclear arms race.  She heard Alejandra telling the queen about the submarines.

“We have two of these subs already at sea, patrolling.  We know that America suspects that we have submarines like this and they are sure that our missiles are targeted on American cities.  But we are ahead of them in development and their hunter-killer subs are totally unable to find our subs.” The smile on Alejandra’s face was quite satisfied.

The End

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