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Triumph of my Will 3 By jasmine I was in for it. I was taken back to the foster home to gather some of my stuff and Alexandra was there to take me back to our house in Kentucky as our house in New York was sold. We gathered some of my stuff and went to John F. Kennedy International Airport. We got on her private aircraft quickly. It was a Bombardier Global Express, one of the best and biggest business jets you could buy as well as one most expensive. It was a dream but to me it was a nightmare. The flight was nice if I had wanted to relax and enjoy it, but for me it was filled with dread and terror. I challenged Alexandra and tried to escape. A court ordered me back into her custody. I just knew there was going to be hell to pay. As we landed on the runway, I groaned in terror. Alexandra was sitting right beside me and she doesn't look at all happy. She looked pissed and angry. I didn't dare open my mouth. I'm sure that she would tell me my fate when the time was right. I told myself that I must survive and not give in to despair. I must stay alert and escape with the time presents itself. I looked outside and I had no idea where in hell I was. I had never seen this place. The plane stopped. The door was opened. We all got up and went outside the plane and there was a long black limousine there waiting for us. We walked down and got in and rode for several hours until I saw a large manor. It looked huge and luxurious and I was positive I wouldn't enjoy it. I probably will be their maid. I hope that I wont be the only one or there will be a lot of work for me. As I got out, I was escorted inside and I was flattened by the sheer size of the rooms. That damn place was utterly gigantic. I saw Sandra and she looked happy and nice. I knew that this wasn't right, as she never showed kindness to me. This was very un-Sandra like. It was scaring the shit out of me. She was an utter bitch. She took my hand and led me to my room. As I saw what was to by my room I was relieved. It just looked like a teenage girls room with girlish wallpaper and a vanity in the corner with a closet full of dresses, skirts and blouses and a couple of normal tee shirts. I had a dresser full of frilly lingerie, too frilly for even a teenage girl. I wasn't a normal girl or even a teenage girl. I really didn't give a damn. Some of the clothes looked like a dream. One thing was clear; my sisters wanted me to be as prissy as possible. To what end? As I went in my room Alexandra snarled, "You stay in here while we decide what to do with you." Then she leaves and I lay on my bed wondering what the judge was thinking, was he bought? Before I left, the DA told me that he was appealing and bringing a disciplinary hearing against the judge for misconduct. So there was a glimmer of hope. I heard that actions against judges usually were useless unless their conduct was so egregious and can proved that they demand action. In this case, I would agree. Dismissing a child abuse case solely on the testimony of the criminals' doctor was egregious. it was just not done that way. A hearing should have been done to validate my condition and should have gone from there. He just dismissed the case out of hand. Who does that? The result was I was screwed for the time being. The only thing that kept me going those long years was the fact that someday my day would come. I was lying there, wondering what would happen when Sandra came back and locked me to my bed with handcuffs and left. It was September the sixth. It was May when I left for Germany. I lived in Seattle for most of my life. Then our family moved to New York and we lived there for almost a year until mom died. I didn't like living in New York. Then I lived in Frankfurt for 12 weeks. After that, I was living in a big mansion in the middle of Kentucky with a bunch of sadists that hated me. There was no one to protect me at all. Sandra always had a sadistic streak and Sally tried to be one also. Sally wasn't as good as Sandra. She just didn't have it in her. Sandra and Alexandra were much alike. Alexandra treated her boyfriends like dirt. She liked humiliating them and degrading them. She was a female supremacists and a dominant. She felt it was her job to control her boyfriends. She had an air of superiority. I once heard that when they make out, she demands that her boyfriends wear female attire. There were times when she beats them. She gave up on boyfriends saying that they weren't worthy, and turned to women. When we were younger, she would beat animals. I had a dog and she beat it too death, in front of me. Mother wouldn't believe me when I told her that and Alexandra was there with a triumphant grin on her face the whole time. When that was over, she whispered into my ear that she told me so. She would hit me at times, but I made sure that she didn't get away with that. Now there was no mother and the state wouldn't help me out of this. 'The great, all-knowing American justice system', I thought to myself. I started to sob until I fell asleep. At least there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe the appeal will work and that damn judge would be impeached. Probably not and its was up to me, what else was new? I was shook awake by Sandra and she said, "It time to get to work." She unlocked and handed me the damn maids dress and I put it on. Sandra said, "No you don't, you forgot your belt and hook it to your stockings like a good little girl and don't forget your MAKEUP." Before she left she said, "Oh, I forgot, if you are going to be our little slave, you need this than." She left with me their shaking if fear wondering what she was going to do. She came back with a wicked looking whip thing. She uncurled it and it was a leash attached to a collar. She wraps the collar around my neck and hooks it in the back. She give me a condescending grin and said, "Now this is so you never forget your status here, little slave." She bung her face closer and gave me a vicious look and said with intensity, "Never forget your status here and NEVER attack me ever, you are a little slave girl and you will stay that way. Get dressed, little slave girl." So, with her gone and this damn thing around my neck, I wrapped the garter belt around my waist. I rolled the black stockings up my toes and up my thighs. I attached the stocking to my garter belt. After that, I slipped the black satin minidress over my head and over my body. I made up my face. I looked in the mirror and almost cried. I was the image of a really young serving girl. I looked like I belonged in the uniform. This wasn't what I wanted. I also didn't want what Dianna wanted me to be. I didn't want to be a fuehrer and I wasn't going to be one. I just wanted to serve any roll I could, I wanted to be a marine, and I would be one. There wasn't a force on this earth that would stop that. I walked out of my room and walked down my steps. It was six in the morning. As I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw a mean intimidating woman dressed in tight leather. She had brown hair that was tied in a bun behind her head. She had a look of iron about her. She looked like she could fight a bull with her hands. She eyed me evilly and I knew what she expected. I swished up to her. I did a deep curtsey while I bowed my head then said respectfully, "Hello madam, what may I do for you?" She looked at me and said, "We do have a well mannered little child, her curtsey is perfect and her manners are good. This is Michael." "I am Michelle and I used to be Michael. What may I do for you?" that was the truth as I wasn't Michael anymore. I didn't like that name. This creature was really frightening me. What was she here for? I was guessing to beat me into submission. She snarled, " Do not speak unless asked a direct question," then she snarled, "NOW SHUT UP!" Damn, she has a short temper and I guessed that she was perfect for my sister's purposes. She then said, "You will address me as Mistress Donna. Not madam." "Can she call me Mistress Sandra?" she said with a smirk directed at me. I was thinking, 'Oh no, I am going to have to call my own sister mistress now.' "I don't see why not, Michelle, address your sister properly," Donna said. "Mistress Sandra, what may I do for you?" I said curtseying. That was humiliating and infuriating. Tears of humiliation start streaming down my cheeks and Sandra said giggling, "Stop crying or your mascara will ruin dear." So I stifled my tears. "We also have another surprise for you, " Sandra said. She had a pattle and was waving it at me. She sat down and motioned for me to come there. I shook my head and ran into the corner. I sat down and brought my knees to my chin. I started trembling. Another woman came in the door and she said, "Hi Michelle, I am Andrea, Alexandra's girlfriend. We are going to teach you a lesson about running away and seeking help. All of us are going to give you a spanking of your life. If we have to go over there, it is going to make things harder of your self." I wasn't going to move. I shook my head. Andrea came over. She got my arm and pulled my over, threw my over her knees and started wailing on me. After five hits, she shoved a gag in my mouth. Then she hit me around 20 times. Then she let me up and Sandra motioned for me to get over her knee. Like a robot with no other option, I did as commanded. She hit me about 20 times before she said, "Man brother, I didn't know hitting you was so tiring." Alexandra said, "Sandra, you need to work on your stamina." After that Donna, sally and Alexandra got to hit me that day. I was in pain. "We have hired a great tutor for you and she is coming soon," Said Sandra. We heard a knock and Donna said, "Answer the door for us as that is your job." I walked over and answered the door and I almost fell over. It was Dianna. Holy shit it was Dianna and she was hopping mad at my treatment. She said warmly with a smile, " Well, hello Michelle." She can speak English also. Adelle said that she only spoke German. This woman was tricky. I curtseyed and said, "Hello Dianna." This was a pleasant surprise. "Michelle lets go to your room and start algebra." Where did she learn that, well if she was that smart, then it was good for me? She started up stairs and went to my room and I followed. I am still dressed as a French maid. We spent a while on algebra and went on to history. She was quite educated. She knew her stuff and after two hours, she left. I am now baffled by her. She was manipulative and sly. Throughout my stay in Frankfurt, I only spoke German to her and she spoke it back. She knew English and let me go on speaking German. That was OK. It didn't hurt anything. As I wondered about her, Sandra came in my room and told me to go downstairs. Wearily, I went downstairs knowing whatever it was. It wasn't good. As I went downstairs, I saw Donna. She said, "It was about time that you learn your duties and the rules." "Yes, Mistress Donna," I said curtseying. God, I hate that. I had better get used to that, as I had no alternative. For the time being, I was helpless. That didn't make it any easier. It did give me a path to take. Play the submissive sissy. She took me around the house explaining to me the rules and my duties and generally, what was expected of me. All and I do mean all of the housework would be done by me. My appearance was to be neat and perfect at all times. I was also to be the cook and serve them as a maid at all times. I was also to me both of my sisters' personal servant, or slave. That covered it. How nice of them. Boldly I decided to ask a question. Knowing that I was not to speak, I looked into Donna eyes expectedly. She nodded and I asked, "Mistress Donna, I am to be a girl, is that right?" "That is right, you are a little slave girl, there better not be a problem with that," she said. "Well, I am not a girl. At least biologically. Can't we do anything about that? There are pills, injections that can transform my body. Make me look like a girl. Will mistress Sandra do that? Please," I said like an eager little girl. When I was in school, I knew this girl. She was just beautiful and she told me about how she was making herself a girl. She just about fell over with the way I said that, pleading for hormone medication. She just looked at me and for several seconds. She didn't know what to say. Finely she said, "Well, in all of my years turning strong and headstrong boys into sissies, I have never had one ask to be made into a girl. Most boys view that as degrading, you want that. Well I didn't hear them consider that but for you I will see." I decided to try my luck, "This was their idea, they wanted me to be a girl. Lets make it complete, as I am 12. My body will start turning into a mans. If we do this, I can force my body to turn into a young woman's. I want that to happen. Plead my case for me." She smiled and agreed. She was anything but an ally. She didn't have my best interests at heart. This was something I suspected that they wanted also. Alexandra was waiting for a time to blast me with it in an attempt to either force me to stay in line with that as a threat. Alternatively, they would do it several weeks down the line to destroy me. I wanted this and knew the sooner the more dramatic the results. She then told me to scrub the basement floor and report back. She handed me a scrubber and I went downstairs, got on my knees, and started scrubbing with all I had. I had never been down here and this place was terrifying. There were strange hooks in the walls, ceiling and floor. There were cabinets that have dildos, whips and other pain inflicting devises. I guesses they were for me, if I step out of line. Or if they just want to hurt me for their sadistic pleasure. They were hard and just inhuman. I just know that they weren't behind this. They wouldn't want there little brother hurt like this. There just has to be someone else behind this. As was scrubbing, Sandra came down there and said, "Cool looking stuff huh little sister. They are all for you and I bet you are getting hard just waiting for them. I bet you love those dildos and want to suck on them. You will get the chance, just wait." throughout the job, she was just eyeing me with sadistic pleasure. She walked up to the cabinet and picked out a wicked looking thing and she said, "This is called a cat and it was used on sailors, looks yummy doesn't it?" she walked up to me and brought it down on my back. I screamed in pain. I almost asked why she did that; I was working my butt off. That would have been dumb, even if it was a valid question. She laughed sadistically and waved the evil looking cat at me and I cowered it terror. I curled up and shook if fear. She continues waving the cat at me for several minutes until she said, " We are not getting any work done are we." Then she snarls, 'Why are you not working. What will Donna say when I tell her that." Then she screamed, "Get working or I will hit you again!" I thought that she would hit me anyway but with no option, I got on my knees and started scrubbing again. Then she drew back and I shrink and cringe expecting incredible pain but it didn't come. Then she laughed. I started getting mad and she drew back again and brought it down beside me. She laughed cruelly. Then she struck me again. I screamed loudly. That hurt badly. I started crying from the pain. Then she tires of this and went up stairs and I continue this job. What did I do to deserve this? All I did was be born a male and they couldn't have that. In essence, I did nothing. I didn't deserve that treatment! After more than six hours, I was done with scrubbing. I walk up stairs and it was around noon. The first thing that I realized was Sandra there in a swimming suit. She was dripping wet and waiting for me. The second was the stifling heat. She said "Donna said to tell you to vacuum the floors and wash the windows. They are both filthy and need cleaned." She was munching of a cookie and letting crumbs fall on the floor. She was giggling the whole time. "Mistress Sandra, why is it so hot up here," I asked. "It's a real scorcher today, it is around one hundred and one," Sandra said, "That's why we are all in the pool cooling off. We turned off the air conditioning since we don't need it, you need to start but before you start put these on, you learned how to walk in them now you work in them," she handed my bright red five inch high heals. How was I going to work in them? I put them on and she said, "Hold your arms out for me sweetie." Knowing what to expect I held them out and she snapped handcuffs on me. After that, she lowered herself and put ankle cuffs on my ankles. I was effectively helpless and she said, " Now get back to work little slave, we are going to check on you from time to time to make sure that you are working hard." She left giggling. She was the most condescending person I ever have seen. I guessed that with the power she wielded with me, she could. I started washing the windows. It was like a green house and the sweat was rolling off my forehead. I had to keep wiping the sweat from my face. My sisters were swimming and having fun while I was here in this hot house. A hot summer day and I was inside working. What a way to spend a day. I have never worked high heals this high before and it was excruciating. My satin uniform was sticking to my skin. I fell several times and twisted my ankle because of the damn high heals. By four in the afternoon, I had the windows cleaned and I sat down because my legs were screaming for relief. I had to sit. Then Sandra came in and yelled, "What are you doing you lazy slave." I glared at her and whined, "I have been working for four hours and hurt my ankle three times because of the ankle straps and high heals. They are too high for me. I am not lazy and my calf's and back hurt something fierce." " I think you would be used to those ankle straps by now. They look lovely." She walked up to my and patted my head and said, "There dear now get back to work." "Yes, mistress Sandra," I groaned. With my hands bond I turned the vacuum on and started vacuuming the floor. I made sure I picked up the crumbs. By seven o'clock, I was finished and I just wondered what I could do now. I finished the whole house in three hours and I walked out to see Sandra and tell her that I was finished. She was swimming and she smiled at me and said, "Well, little slave. You finished your chores. I am about to get out of the pool so hand me the towel and I will lay down in the lawn chair and you can block the sun from me." My god, she was conceited and mean. The sun was sitting. What choice do I have? Scream no way in hell. That would not be smart. I will play along. I have patience. I will would until an opportunity presents its self. Then we will play my game. She walked to the chair and laid back and I stood in the sun blocking it. I was fuming at this. This was hotter that hell and my black satin mini-dress was really sticking to my skin. She said, "This is still hot. Pick up the fan and fan me will you sweetie." I turned and picked up the large fan and fanned her like an Egyptian slave fanning the queen. Occasionally she would stand up and jump in the pool and I was given permission to stop fanning. She would swim while I watched standing there like a proper maid. Does a proper maid reply 'triumph of the will' in her head while watching her employer swim? After around an hour later we were done outside, we went back. I was instructed to make dinner. I was trained in that so I asked her what she wanted and she told me that she wanted pizza so I spent several hours making a pizza. Then Sandra and Donna ate it all, then she handed me some cat food. 'God, what a bitch,' I thought. I refused and told her that I would eat properly, or I wouldn't eat. She sneered at me and threw it away. I would rather die that eat cat food, I would prove it if I needed to. So I went up stairs to go to bed and Donna handcuffed me to the bed and she said, "Tomorrow you will wear a corset to work you may take it off only to sleep. Now get some sleep, you got a big day tomorrow. "Yes mistress Donna," I said weakly. What were they going to do to me now? I was hungry but death actually seemed to be a release. As I laid down thinking about wearing a corset, 5 inch high heals and doing all of the house work. That was just too much, but I would survive given that they provide me something that I could eat. I would not eat food fit for animals. That was the limit. They could treat me like an animal but I would not eat like one. I made the goddamn food around here so I could eat some of it, or they can bury me. Then they could explain to the cops why I starved to death. As I my mind was filled with fury, Sally came in. She knelt in my face and said softly but full of sorrow, "I'm sorry about this. This is my fault. The fact is that your mother named the brightest child as the heir to the company, estate as well as the stock. We all knew that it was you and we talked for a while about what to do. Alexandra hated you so much as well as Sandra that they started talking about how they can keep it from you and stupidly I said that we could mess with your mind and make you unstable and then have a court declare you unfit. I said it jokingly and didn't think it would be taken seriously. It was and this happened. They intend to make you submissive and have you sign over the estate to Alexandra or a court will do that. Then they are talking about you living with someone as a submissive bride when you turn of age. Either way they are destroying your life and I am sorry. For now Alexandra is holding it as mother will granted it all to Alexandra as temporary measure until you come of age." I looked at her pleading knowing full well that she wasn't sorry. She gave them a plan in detail like this and to people who were looking for a viable way to take from me what was mine. Then she expected me to believe she didn't think that Alexandra would not take her seriously. 'Yah right'. She was as guilty as they were. The fact that she was sorry didn't matter, unless she got me out of this. She added, "I can not help you. These are my sisters and will not turn against them," Said right out of the horse's mouth. She wouldn't turn. She left and I fell asleep. It was up to me, I didn't give a damn about the estate. I wanted to be safe. I wanted to go and swim and play. I didn't want to be stuck in a fucking hot house during the day while everyone else was swimming. Aside from the total unfairness, that was dangerous. That was how people died from heat. Germany wouldn't help! The wonderful US government wouldn't help. It was up to me. It was quite hard to sleep after that revelation; I did get some sleep through. I was woke up by a agonizing pain across my back. I screamed. I was laying face down and my back was on fire, I turned over and I say Sandra there with her goddamn cat! She struck me on my chest and I screamed again. Then she uncuffed me from the bed and told me to get dressed. That hurt. What a way to wake up. I was told to put on the maids dress again and not forget the corset. They left and I put on the dress again along with the lingerie and makeup. After that, I walk downstairs. There I see Donna and she tell me to stay there while she secures me. The collar never was taken off. She secured my wrists with leather cuffs. Then she put ankle straps on my ankles. Then she inspects my appearance. She frowned at me. She said, "Will you look at yourself. I told you how important your appearance is. You have a lot to learn." I said, "Mistress, I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to wear this." "Your seams in your stockings are misaligned and your eye shadow is sloppy. Your cap looks stupid. You need punished for that," she snarls. She then leaves. She comes back with a riding crop. Suddenly she pulls me to her and throws me over her knee. Then starts wailing on me. Instead of crying out, I got explosively angry. I silently sweared to god that these vermin will pay dearly as will all who helped them. Little did they know just how serious I was? I was really getting pissed off. I knew when to take the shit, when the time wasn't right to act. I also knew when the time would be right. After she finished, she commanded me to make myself presentable and be back in ten minutes. I went upstairs and realigned my stockings. I reset my cap. I redid my makeup. I walked downstairs and present my self to Donna. She carefully inspected me. She walked around me eyeing my appearance. She lifted my chin, turned my face. Then she told me to make the beds and then to vacuum the floor and dust all of the furniture. Now I checked my appearance every half hour or less. I was paranoid about my appearance. So I walked to the vacuum, I turned it on and I started vacuuming the entire house. That took close to five hours. It was after noon when I finished vacuuming. I spent the next several hours dusting. That was just a warm-up. I spent most of the afternoon on my knees scrubbing the kitchen and bathrooms. When I was done, it was almost eight in the evening. Then I served my sisters dinner. After that, they wanted me to eat cat food again. I told them the same stock answer I gave them last night. I walked away. They then told me to wash the dishes, take a bath and go to bed. I was worn out and really hungry. I would die before I eat that. I told them that and I would follow through. After that, I was sent to bed and locked in place. After they left, I let my rage out. My face got red and I silently raged for hours. Silently I cursed the foulest words. I tensed up. Donna is not human. She mimicked humans to appear human, she isn't. I remembered reading an article about mimicry. She is evil and cruel. Sandra came in and told me that she would grant my request; she would give me some hormone medication. Then she left. I fell asleep. Donna of all people woke me up the next day. As I looked at her face, it was so disgusting that I almost gagged. She told me to dress again and scrub the basement again. I dressed and did my morning routine. I made sure that my appearance was good and I went downstairs again. She inspected me again and told me to get working and report to her again for further instructions. I was pretty weak and hungry now. I walked down the steps and started scrubbing the basement floor, hoping that I wasn't hit. The corset was tight and it felt like I couldn't breath. I had to take shallow breaths. After four hours I was done. I walk upstairs. Sandra said, "Make some breakfast for us all, that included you since I don't want a dead sissy." I was really getting tired of the word sissy. I wasn't a sissy. They must have realized that I was deadly serious. I started making eggs and toast. Sandra, Sally, Donna, Alexandra started eating after I made breakfast. I served them and stood there until they were done, them I was allowed to eat. That was wonderful. I was allowed to eat another egg. After that, Donna instructed me to make the beds, start laundry and wash the dishes. I was also to wash my uniform. I went to all of the rooms and made their beds then I started laundry. After that, I went to the sink and washed the dishes. That took around four hours. By then, it was noon. After that, Donna instructed me to finish the laundry and clean the bathroom. So, I did that. I went to the bathroom and started scrubbing the floor. After that, I got the laundry and put them in their proper rooms. It was around three in the afternoon when I finished. Donna instructed me to wash the windows and vacuum all of the floors again. By late evening it was done. Sandra instructed me to again take a bath. I was hurting and the bath was soothing. That night I ate again after serving my family and Donna. That night, they gave me a pill to take. That was great. After that, I laid in bed after taking of my dress, corset. I put on my nighty and Donna locked me to my bed. The next morning I woke up and Sandra unlocked me. I dressed in myself again. I put on the corset and attached the stockings to them. Then I slipped in the maids dress. Then I walked downstairs. There I say a young woman Sandra's age. Sandra said, "This is Amber Brown." As I looked at her, I thought she was nice. There still was a hard edge. She looked at me and said, "Are you ready to go." I said, "Where are we going." "We are going to a party for one of my friends birthday and you are going to be the maid." Oh no, now I am someone else's damn maid. What about our housework, I was sure that it would be done by me later. Geez, they were merciless. I got in the back seat of the car and it was shut. The back seat had childproof locks on them. Amber sat beside me. The two got in the front seats, my sister and Donna. Donna drove us. The collar was off so we didn't attract attention. I turned to amber and say, "Who is the friend." Amber looked at me and said, "That doesn't matter. You need to be quiet." Suddenly I say, "Mistress Sandra, can I be a cheerleader one day." "Those girls that we are going to are cheerleaders. I will ask them if you can join them after you serve them there lunch and cake. I am sure that one of them will lone them their uniform." The added angrily, "Now you need to shut up." I was not sure what to think. 'Either way, it should be?interesting.' We stopped in front of a modest house and my sister and Donna got out and opened our doors. Amber and I got out. I thought about walking away when Donna put her hand on my shoulder and eyed me. I was not going anywhere. All four of us started for the house. Donna knocked and the door opened. We all went in and I saw what awaited me. The house was dark. There were candles lighting up the place. The windows were shaded. We walked into the dining room. There were dozen teenage girls waiting for me. They were all terrifying. They all were wearing leather and everything was dark. They were chanting something. One came over to me and told me to wait for them to give me instructions. Another welcomed me and told me that they were called 'The Eternal Women'. They were a female supremacist group that was hundreds of years old. By then, I was shaking in terror. I had a very, very bad feeling about this. They started talking to each other quietly so I couldn't hear. I was really getting worried. Whatever they were going to do to be, it wasn't going to be good. It was a good bet I was going to be whipped and beaten. As I heard them speak I could heard certain words. I heard something about a cute maid, dildos and how much I love the cat. My god, this was going to be a day to remember. One said something about how much her boyfriend would love me. Sandra shouted that it wasn't time yet for that. At least that was taken care of. Sandra stood up for me. Well, if she really wanted to be nice how about taking me from here. Not a chance! What ever was going to happen to me, I would have to endure it. After they spoke, one came over to me and just stood there looking at me for a while. I just stood there looking back like a post. I was tired of just taking this. She said, "You are a cut girly boy aren't you." I was cute. I probably looked adorable in this uniform. "I am a girl, I am on hormones now. I am Michelle, first maidservant, what may I do for you," I said in a tightly controlled voice of authority that I imagined wehrmacht officers spoke in. I am tired of appearing weak. I was going give the impression of confidence and arrogance, Even if I didn't feel it. "You are a confident and kind of pompous aren't you. We will break you of that, wont we sisters." They cheered. "Tun dein schlechtestes," do your worst, I said in that voice again. She said, "What." I said, "That would be lovely, I love being beaten by a strong woman. Please beat me." Damn that was hard to say. "Oh, we will little sissy, but for now serve us lunch. The food is in the kitchen now, get to it. I am mistress Katherine and that is how you will address me." "Ja harren Katherine." I said in my wehrmacht officer voice. She really didn't like that. That was what she was going to get, rather she liked it or not. Let the games begin. Donna walked over to me and put all of the collar, the wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs on me. I looked like the proper slave now. I still gave the air of absolute confidence. I was not going to break. I walked into the kitchen and looked at what I was to eat. I gather the food and walked into the dining room. When I entered the dining room, I gave a curtsey. Then I put the food on the table and gave the girls their plates. I backed up and waited for commands. I was the perfect image of a proper maid. For several hours, I obeyed their commands. Then they were done. Katherine gave me a creepy grin. She walked to me and took my hand. The rest of the girls crowded around me and we went into a basement. When we got there, they hooked a chain to my collar and the other end to a hook in the ceiling. Next, they put my arms behind my neck and hooked them to my collar also. I was helpless. I looked at amber and said, "Some day, some how, I will have my vengeance. That is a guarantee." Amber looked at me and says, "This girl needs to be gagged." I looked at her in defiance and menace. She probably knew that there is something about me. For several seconds I saw a slight ghost of fear in her eyes. She visibly shuttered. Then quickly she recovered as she realized the condition I was in. Someone came behind me and put a ball gag in my mouth, and a blindfold around my head. I was going nowhere and I couldn't see shit. Then someone approached me and struck my chest hard. I didn't try to cry out. It still hurt badly. It felt like the cat again. She struck me over and over for several minutes. I just stood there in blinding pain but like a statue. She hit me around twenty times. She said, "This one is really tough. Most guys we have screamed by the third strike. He hasn't screamed yet." It was Amber. Sandra hit me and I bet that was fun for her. Why do they call me a guy sometimes and a girl other times? Cant these idiots make up their mind? My name is Michelle! As I am recovering, Sandra moves away and another replaces her. I knew what is about to happen. I felt a strike across my chest again. That time was about to cry out. After around four, more I start to sob. She struck me another twelve times and I was really crying. That went on for close to an hour. 10 girls, everyone their except Donna had their turn hitting me. Everyone hit me about ten to twenty times, some on the chest other on my butt. I was in agonizing pain. They took of the blindfold. I see Sandra holding a video camera. She was smiling at me. I glared at Sandra with absolute hatred and menace. She didn't even move or show any signs of even knowing. She glared back. Her glare was weak. Then someone undid my chain and I could walk again. Then one of them said, "This is my birthday little one, my name is Kelly and I have been a member for over a year. It is my seventeenth birthday. Amber told me how much you loved those boys in New York. I am the birthday girl so I will have the honor of being your first female to 'have you' to myself. Think of the fun we are going to have together! We have the whole day together. Now lets go to my room." She took me to her room. I was going to be raped by a female. What a thought. She had a sadistic gleam in her eyes. She was terrifying. I didn't let it show. She approached me. She looked at me with sadistic fascination and then she smiled at me. She left the room and shut the door and I just stayed there shaking. I knew damn well what is going to happen. I was going to be raped and there wasn't a damn thing I can do to stop it. She came back after several minutes and she had a hideous thing strapped to her crotch. I stood there looking at it and I didn't flinch. Kelly approached me and said in a terrifying voice of experience, "Come over here and kneel. Start sucking on this little sissy." I said a little weaker, "Don't make me do this to me mistress Kelly." "We can do this the other way, if that would work for you." What did that mean, oh god. I had better comply. I walked up to her and knelt. Then I put the hideous thing in my mouth and sucked. She grabbed my head and said, "Sissies like you really make me hot. I thought that you knew how to do this. Bob your head like a real sissy." She grabbed my head and moved it along the thing. She gave me instructions and taunted me. We did that for over a half hour and my mouth hurt and was raw. She withdrew it from my mouth and said, "Thank me for the pleasure you got or we can do this over." I said, "Thank you for allowing me to suck on the dildo Mistress Kelly." She said, "That is OK, now do I need to help you out with what is next or can you just make it easy on me." Not this. Then I take off my panties and laid down on the bed. Then put my knees under my chest and waited for her violation. She rolled my over and said, "I want to see your face when I do this. I want to see the look in your eyes when you feel the dildo penetrate your body and violate you." She emphasized the word violate. I winced at her words. She went and got some lubricant and came back to me. She shoved her finger inside me and worked it around. She said condescendingly, "I don't want to hurt you too much, most of the hurt will be emotionally." When she was satisfied, she lifted my legs then put her dildo next to my butt and she stared into my eyes and said, "This is going to be great. I never had a boy in a maids satin minidress before." As she stared hard into my eyes, she shoved the damn thing into me and started working it. I just stared back into her eyes. She was deliberately trying to hurt me, as she pushed into me deeply and incredibility ruff. She rammed in back and fourth. I was stretched and ached. She kept pounding into me. I kept staring with intensity into her eyes. I refused to whimper or cry. I was going to let her know that I was not giving in or showing my pain. I was letting her know that she was dealing with fire. After a few minutes, she hissed like a snake and shuttered. This was one terrifying girl. After a few more minutes, she gritted her teeth, leaned over and bit my shoulder. I still didn't cry out. After around ten minutes of raping me, she quit and walked away. When she turned I let a tear run down me face. I wiped it off and sat up. "We still have all day, your sisters left, the guests left, my parents are gone for the weekend. Donna is still here if you want to fight back. We have a whole day of fun but now I am hungry from that sex. Now serve me some dinner," she said commandingly. I looked for my panties when she said, "Don't worry about that but if you must here are mine." They were worst that mine. They had flowers and lace all over them. Mine were just plane pink satin. These had lace French cut with flowers all over them. Meekly I went over and put them on. That was humiliating, I lost my panties and a girl that just violated me gave me her own to wear. I let another tear run down my cheek and she saw it. She came over to me, put her face by mine and licked my tear. She said, "I love to see little girly boys cry. That is so cute." 'What a condescending bitch,' I thought. Then she said, "Wait, I have a better idea, take everything off. I have something better you can where while you serve me the rest of this day." She went into her drawers and sifted threw her own lingerie while at the same time I was striping. She found what she wanted and handed them to me. There was a pink teddy with straps that hung down along the legs and black stockings, with lacy chocker and white lacy elbow length gloves. She said, "I will take off your bonds only if you do not resist. Donna is still here. Will you try to resist. Can I trust you?" "Yes mistress," I said weakly. She called Donna to undo my straps. She walked to me and did as requested while glaring at me, daring me to do anything stupid. I just glared back. Then Kelly helped me dress. When it was done, I looked cute. This was worse that the minidress. This was more reveling and humiliating. She reached over and squeezed my buttock while smirking at me. The message was crystal clear. I was hers for all intents and purposes. I successfully held back a tear for I was sick and tired of tears. I regained that confident composer of a wehrmacht officer, dressed in bridal lingerie! She said, "Come on sweetie, you have work to do for me." This is how I am going to serve her lunch, wasn't she worried about ruining this? It looked like over a hundred dollars worth of lingerie. I guess if I ruined it, it would have came out of my ass. I said with that voice, "Yes mistress." I walked downstairs and saw food already there. She tells me to just serve her and not ruin the lingerie. My god, how in hell am I going to do that? She is not even letting me to wear an apron. Of all the times I didn't want to wear an apron, this would be a time I would want one. It would be a real shame to ruin such fine lingerie. I liked the feeling. I didn't like serving her in them, that was humiliating. That was the idea. I started serving her 'very carefully.' After she ate, she allowed me to eat some. She put a full length apron on me and I ate. After that she said, "Now, dust the living room for me sweetie." First lets take off that apron so I can see you. Then retouch your makeup so your appearance is better. I did as she commanded. She handed me a feather duster and I pranced around dusting. She was giggling at me, a boy in bridal lingerie prancing around with a feather duster dusting. It must have been hilarious, from her point of view. For me, it was infuriating! After several hours, I had the whole house dusted. Then she wanted me to wash her clothes. That took around three. After that, she asked me to iron her jeans so I did that. By now, it was around seven or eight in the evening. She ordered a pizza. She requested someone called Angela to deliver the pizza. She looked at me and said, "We are having a friend over. After this, she shift will be over and we can have some fun together. Isn't that every guys dream? Two cute girls." This should be fun. What could this girl do to me? She decided to watch television for a while and I change the channels. She decided to watch 'in the line of fire' with Gene Hackman. I didn't even have time to watch ten minutes for all of her instructions. She didn't either for a half hour later there was a knock on the door. I expected her to open the door, she looked at me and commanded, "You are the servant, open the goddamn door, slave." I walked over to the door and open it. What I see was stunning. There was a black woman that is stunning but she was again strong. She was holding a pizza box and a large gym bag. She smiled at me and said, "You are a cute one. You must be Kelly slave, huh. What fun are we going to have tonight? my shift is over. " "What are you going to do to me," I cracked out. Donna was smiling at this sight. They sit together and eat the pizza. Donna had several peaces and Angela gave me a peace also. After they ate, Angela got her bag and took a rather large dildo out. She showed it to me. She said, "This ones very special. I ordered it special it was quiet expensive. You will see what is so special about it soon. Now go to Kelly's room and wait for us. We need to dress up for our fun." I went to her room solemnly. What horrors would be inflicted on me this time? Several minutes later, the two girls came back in. That was terrifying. They were both dressed in black tight leather. They both looked the part of a man hating, dominant women. I was really going to get hurt this time. Angle came up to me and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over but was still on my feet. Then angle put her knee behind my knee and put her hand on my shoulder then viciously pushed me on my back. After that, Angela put her knee on my chest and started slapping my face over and over. I started crying in pain until she stopped. Then she gripped my balls in a tight grip. She moved her face close to my face and said with menace, "Now you arrogant little shit, you will suck on this dildo with no question and eagerly, or you will loose these, understand." What did she know that in a few years those will be useless. Like a smart-ass I said, "Yes, mistress. I am on hormones so those will be useless anyway. I really want to be a female." "A little smart-ass. You do have a point with the chemical reaction from the female hormones you will be chemically castrated. It would still be quite painful to have it done my way. You should think about that." she looked at me a little nicer after that. She put her hand on my cheek, looked into my eyes and said, "You are telling the truth aren't you, you do want to be a girl. How cute." She leaned over to me and gave me a deep kiss. Then she said commanding, "You have had your fun not we need to have our fun, right Kelly." Kelly said, "Right, what is first Angela." Angela said, "Dildo sucking, Sandra said that he really needs to learn how to do that soon. Lets teach him with this." My face turned green at that thought and the blood ran from my face. What were my sisters plan for me. Even those boys didn't make me suck. I had a feeling that soon I would be really doing this. Angela strapped on the dildo. It hung like the real thing. She walked over to me and said, now get sucking. you know the deal. Get to it." Knowing that I had no option, I knelt in front of her and put the limp thing in my mouth. After several seconds of licking and sucking, it grew in my mouth. I almost let my instinct of revulsion take over and pulled my head away. I didn't and continued. It grew and grew until it was around eight inches. She said, "That right, this is about as close to the real thing as you can get." After several more seconds she said, "You can do better than that." She put her hands on both sides of my head and bobbed it back and fourth along the dildo. She said, "That right, bob that head you little girl." She removed her hands and I needed no more instruction. She did command me to slow down. She wanted a humiliating and slow blowjob. I was accommodating her. After ten minutes, she shuttered and moaned. She said, "you swallow all of this or I will kick your ass." Then she grabbed the balls of the thing and squeezed. My mouth was filled with something gross slime. I swallowed it all. She still wasn't done. She forced me to do this again. After close to 40 minutes, three ejaculations, and four organisms from her, she was spent. She was done. By then, I was sick and sour. My mouth was aching and I was light headed. Kelly said, "You can have a few minutes and I want my turn." my eyes went wide and I gasped. Several minutes of gasping and getting my breath back, Kelly wanted her turn. She was standing over me with the ugly thing. I knew what to do so I put the thing into my mouth and started sucking and bobbing my head along it. 30 minutes later, two ejaculations and three orgasms, she was spent. I was dead tired. They laid back and talked about my dildosucking skills and how I could improve. What she said next brought terror to me, "Now its going somewhere else little one, we are tired so we will give you about ten minutes to prepare for your sex." Sex they call it. Its not sex. I am not going to argue with them about it for they know it's not consensual. She approached me and told me to lie on my back. Angela reached between my legs opened the teddy so she could have access. I was lying on my back with my feet up in the air and Angela driving her dildo into me with all of the viciousness she could. It was well lubed and didn't hurt much. It was still the most violating feeling. She too was staring into my eyes and I was staring back with more intensity than hers. After what I just suffered, one would think that my fight left me, think again. I would never give up. After 10 minutes, she slowed to a humiliatingly seductive rhythm. That was when I exploded. She giggled at that. Then she reached down and dipped her finger in the gue then put her finger into my mouth. The rolled her finger across my tongue and lips. She smiled at me. I smiled back darkly. After close to an hour her dildo squirted into me then she withdrawn from me. With her back turned I let out a sob and Kelly took her place. She spent close to thirty minutes inside me. Then she squirted into me and withdrawal. Then they left and shut the door. With no one watching, I stood up and my hind end leaked. I exploded with anger. I shook my fist in the air and raged, "We must crush this vermin, and we must wipe this plague from this nation. There is no worse tyranny than this. This is the epitome of the public and secret disgrace. They rape our children and kill us all. They will not rest until they had mobilized the whole world against me. They are a parasitic race." Then I scream loudly, "I will triumph you parasitic vermin." I knew for a fact that this room was soundproof. I raged for ten minutes. I thought that they were going to bed. I was utterly humiliated. This was worse than those jocks. The jocks were amateurs and just wanted to get off. They didn't last long inside me. Paul lasted five minutes. These girls wanted to humiliate me and were good at it. They also got off. These girls were experts in humiliating people. I was humiliated and was sobbing and weeping. I quickly got control again and lay back praying that it was all done. What could possibly be next? Kelly came back and said, "You need to wash that teddy sense you came on it. It is quite expensive and I don't want it ruined." I put it in the washer with a bag. Then I turned the washer to light and turned it on. I waited while they gave me a two piece satin blue camisole. I put them on and sat down. When the teddy was done washing, I hung them up and went back to bed. Then Donna slept in my room. There was still no escape. After an hour Angela came in the room, had one last time raping me with the dildo, then she laid beside me and slept. I slept beside my rapist all night. The next morning, Angela took off her panties. She sat on my chest. She moved up my chest until her crotch was on my mouth. She told me to lick her. After that she cut off my air and I started licking. I was in panic. I couldn't breath. Occasionally she would lift up just enough to get a breath. That went on for around ten minutes then she squirted all over my face. Then she walked away. She strapped on her dildo and walked to my again. She raped me just like before, staring into my eyes. That time I cried. She did that for over an hour with her humiliating slow seductive rhythm. Then Kelly does the same thing. Next, they gave me some lingerie to where for Alexandra's appearance when she would take me home. I was dressed A white lacy garter belt and stockings, Panties and a bra along with gloves. I looked like a bride without the wedding dress. All of the lingerie was victories secret bridal lingerie. I knew because they showed me. Then there was a knock on the door and I answered. Donna had my maid apparel. As expected, Alexandra was there with all of my sisters. They all busted out laughing at my appearance. Then Kelly said, "He was the best time I ever had. We had so much fun. He can keep what he has on." She had to have been giving me several hundred dollars worth of lingerie. I guess that I 'earned' it. They put a coat on me to hide my appearance to the neighbors and we went home. Sandra said, " We should have him work in that some days." I said, "No, this stuff is expensive." "She's right, we did buy you more stuff. You have an Arab princess outfit that is priceless. You have a few adorable cheerleading outfits. You even have a geisha outfit that you can wear. You can wear the geisha uniform or your maids' uniform, it's your choice which serving girl you want to be. You are officially the maid. You will not be paid and you will serve as long as your sister wants," Alexandra said. Tell me something that I don't know. As we were going home, Sandra was laughing at me. She was making fun about what Kelly did to me. Then I got it. She knew what Kelly would do to me and she set it all up. She said, "How did you like Kelly, you and her would make a good couple." at that statement I sent her a very icy star. Her condescending smile vanished and she said, "You better stop those looks or I will have to do something about then. I will call Kelly to visit you." Amber, having a green eye said, "No, I will visit him. Kelly is not to visit him any more. I will have sex with him. Is that clear?" Sandra yelled with glee. I groaned. I was sore from all of that. We went home and I spent around six hours cleaning the house. I vacuumed, scrubbed and washed the clothes. Then I made dinner and ate. Then I bathed and ran Sandra's bath. When she was done, I washed her hair and dried it. After that, I went to bed. That night I had my first of many visits from Amber. She raped me like Angela, she sat on my chest and forced me to lick her than she lifted my legs and drove into me. After thirty minutes she was done. She hurt a lot. When she was leaving she said, " I did you good. You are a mess down there. Try not to bleed all over the bed." When she left I just let out a sigh. I wasn't going to cry or sob, no matter what. A week later while doing dishes I begged, "please Alexandra Donna hates me more than Sandra does." "I think you'll find Donna's really easy to get along with. You just do everything she tells you to, and you'll get along with her just fine. And there's a lot you can learn from her, Michelle," Alexandra said. "Alexandra, they beat me. They raped me. I can't do this anymore. Make them leave me alone, even Sandra's boyfriend leered at me," I pleaded. "Now there's the problem. You still haven't accepted your new life, and that's only going to make things harder on yourself." That statement would haunt them. Five years later. What I learned about the eternal ones was horrifying. They were created round 1100 during the crusades. They were an elite military order of female knights that sat off to conquer the Islamic lands. They were female supremacist and could have both male and female members. They were disappointed by the males defeat in the first crusade and just know that in they were in charge, the outcome would have been different. It wasn't and they blamed their defeat on men. The eternal women were a special group of the eternal ones. The Eternal Women were a militant group of warriors and terrorists. They weren't Catholic or Christian in any way. From that background, they have sturdily grown in power. During the forties, they made fun of the Jews because the Jews were taking the blame for their actions. By this time, they own most of the banks, businesses. They were everywhere and their plan was almost complete. They have around thirty million members in America and around fifteen million members in Europe. They were ruthless and they organized my suffering. They were the real enemy and they would pay. Alexandra was forced to hire a financial adviser because she was driving her company into the ground. She had no idea what she was doing. For the first six months, she spent immense sums of money trying to build a passenger aircraft that would compete with Boeings 747. Her company didn't have the tools to build that large of aircraft. She had to buy a larger factory and supplies as well as machinery. She was also doing it all at once and driving her stock into the dirt. Her gross margin stank. Her current ratio was less than 1. Her acid test ratio was around 20 percent. If her liabilities were called in, she would be able to cover only twenty percent of them. A meeting for the stockholders was called. Her stockholders were about to pull out and gave her an ultimatum. Either get help from an adviser and quit her attempt to compete in the large airline market or they would leave her. She hired an adviser and took his advice. Groves Aviation was built on small private pleasure aircraft. She has several small designs that sold well and made her fortune. She had designs that looked like the Cessna. She had a two seater she called the groves 100. She had a six seater she called the groves 500. When she died, our family had over 2 hundred million dollars. Her company had almost a billion dollars in assets. Her oil company was also doing great. By now, I towered over my sisters by six inches and I was three times as strong. By body was conditioned to the point that I could crush Sandra or Alexandra. I rivaled Donna in strength. Everyone knew it too. Those years were very hard and humiliating. I spent all day bond. I wore the mini-dress with the slave collar, wrist cuffs. Ankle cuffs and I was almost always gagged. They didn't like for me to speak. So despite my increasing strength I was helpless. By the third year, I met Mary and she took pity on me. She would take me out of the house around twice a week. Sandra didn't like that but Mary told her tough shit. She knew the secret and Sandra let her take me. We had a good time. Her father really liked me and taught me a lot. Five years had passed and my life was almost a routine. I see Dianna twice a week. I am sixteen and how I have survived. I still have a lot of hope. When I was 14 Sandra hooked up with Craig. He was the traditional large barrow chested high school athlete. He was a first class asshole. My sister was infatuated with him. A week after they hooked up, I was forced to give him a blowjob. After that, he demanded frequent blowjobs, around once a week or he would leave Sandra. Sandra told me that she wouldn't loose a boyfriend over me. When I first met Craig, he couldn't believe that I was a slave. Sandra proved it by ordering me to crawl on the floor. Then she ordered me to go to my room and wait for him on my knees. I had been expecting this day to come for two years. While I was crawling, Craig was laughing his ass off. He was humiliating and condescending. He called me names and told me how much he liked having me around. He was an asshole. Then there was Ryan. He was a small cute sweet but clueless boy. He was an innocent boy that was my age. His face was cute and he had a pageboy haircut. He was slim built. He was also emotional and fragile and I was forced to be his girlfriend for over a year. He was clueless that I didn't really like him. My sister told me that if I hurt his feeling or reject him that I would die. So for over a year we had dates and I did anything he wanted. He was convinced that I was wild and liked to be tied up. Luckily, he was the only boy that I was forced to date. That was a test to see how obedient I was. I passed and things got a little easier. After the third year, I wasn't beaten near as much. My fourteenth birthday was a day I would never forget. I spent the previous day preparing with Donna. I was dressed as a maid when there was a knock on the door. I was instructed to open it. There was little Ryan and he took my to my room and we spent around thirty minutes petting each other. He seemed to be just about the only person who was sexually attracted to me. Why did the only person who was attracted to me have to be a boy? We embraced each other and kissed. Then he had sex with me and we kissed deeply. Then he left. I went downstairs with a frown and my lovely sisters asked what was wrong. I told her sourly that he was a boy. She assured me that there was going to be many women at my party. The next day I was dressed in a see-through chemise and a stiff collar, ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs. After that, Donna made my face up really heavy. I looked like a hooker or a clown. I had a heavy layer of purple eye shadow and blush. I was blindfolded and hogtied. I spent hours lying on the floor. I could here many people eating, glasses hitting each other and talking. Hours later I was untied and led downstairs. There a chain was attached to my stiff collar. My hand was lock behind my neck to the collar. I was still blindfolded. Someone approached me and said, "This is going to be a day for you to remember brother. I heard talking and Donna said, "The girls will hit Michelle fourteen times. Her sister will go first then Andrea." My sister undid the blindfold. I could see men that looked like servants and women in leather. I could see Sandra holding a video camera. That was good, this was all on tape and would doom them. There was twelve of each. Sandra said, "I get to hit you again." when that was over, I was sobbing. Then Andrea shoved a buzzing dildo inside me. Sandra was smirking and giggling. My anger was enormous and I glared into the camera. Several of the men's faces lost all of the blood at that look. They knew they were dealing with fire. The dumbass women didn't have a clue. After that, I was secured in a kneeling position and one of the men sat in a chair in front of me. I was forced to blow all twelve of them with Sandra sitting beside me taping it all. She was smiling at me the whole time. That was what Sandra considered a birthday. I was fourteen. The next day amber and Craig watched the tape and Craig got so horny he forced me to blow him twice in a roll. All of my birthdays were alike. I learned to dread the coming of my birthday. For twenty eight years after I escaped, I didn't celebrate my birthday. My thirty-eighth birthday would also be a day to remember, five hundred thousand men would march for four hours. It was strangely reminiscent of someone else's fiftieth birthday. By now no one would know I wasn't a girl. I was happy about that. I loved this body. My sister told me the second year that I was a pathetic slut. I was worthless slut that could only be a whore. I thought that I was a damn good maid. Without me, they would have to hire one. My sisters were idiots. After the first year, Amber would manipulate me into dates with boys. They would come into my room and I would have to blow them. They were of course clueless. There weren't many boys, just a few a year. Back then I was afraid of what would happen if my cover were blown. By the second year, the dates stopped when I started terrifying the poor boys into just telling my sisters that we had a good time. Amber wasn't raping me anymore, when my body started its real changes, Amber lost interest in hurting me. She still visits me but more as a friend. As far as I was concerned, Amber was anything but a friend. She would like to think differently as she visits and talks with me. The past five years were miserable. Things were about to change. I met Ernst. He was standing in the door. Sandra said, "take him up to your room." I said, "Yes mistress." The boy looked at me strangely. While we were walking upstairs the boy said, "You are Michelle aren't you?" I said, "Yes, who might you be." "I am Ernst." I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him. I said, "You are Ernst, Ernst Roehm, Peggy Roehm's son." He nodded and I said, "Holy cow. You are Ernst Roehm. What do you think about your name?" "Kind of strange having the name of the Leader of the S A. My mother expects me to lead some kind of coup some day. I think she is a dumbass. My father is much better parent. That is why he got custody; she is unbalanced and was declared unfit. She named me after a dead brutish asshole. I hate that name. My father doesn't want to go through the pain of changing it. When I am eighteen I will change it." That was his story. His mother probably taught him just about everything about Germany. I taught myself just about everything about Germany. Mine was for a different purpose. I wanted to serve my country and defend it. Now I didn't care. I didn't want to defend it anymore. Why would I want to save a country that does this? It doesn't deserve to be defended. I will still serve it in the marines, not to save it but to destroy it from within. I wonder if he will fill the part of the old Roehm. Probably not, just because he has the name doesn't mean he can f