Betrayed
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Betrayed
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Stacy Fazio was crouched behind a bush, carefully watching one of the
larger houses. She was felt herself trembling as the white snowflakes
fell on her like icy specks on her face. Hiding behind a few bushes, the
bitter cold seemed to bite into the skin of her cheeks. She wore solid
black pants, a belt with some knives and a pistol, black woods camo
sweater and black vest. The was chillingly cold, partially from horrible
memories of sadistic beatings that left her half dead at times.
She flipped her wrist up to check the time. It was 2200 and time to go
in. She unholstered her black pistol and chambered a round. The cold
metal felt good in her hand as she slowly rose from her knees. slowly,
she stalked to the house like silent predator. The black pistol rested
in both hands and she handled it like an expert markswoman.
She aimed it at the house, and slowly walked up to the door. Stacy
carefully slipped the weapon back in its holster hid it. Then, she
knocked on the door. She knew exactly who was in the house, what the
vile person was doing. She also knew that she had to act soon or
something bad would happen.
Ms Harding heard the knock on her door. She groaned at the annoyance.
Who could be bugging her at this time of night. Harding was looking
forward to a final night with her little submissive before the
annoyance. The Woman was rather average height. She was pretty strong
and had developed a strong commanding presents over the years, to those
she had chosen to take that stance to.
Jennifer Harding had been sitting in her recliner preparing to have a
last sensual night with her little submissive before he was sent off to
the unknown. She had planed on spending this last day with her boy she
has trapped there for the last 4 years. She knew that He expected to
stay there and serve her for his life and she dearly loved the look of
total shock and horror when they found out they were going to a new home
to serve a master. Her boy, James, but had been called Jamie for four
years, was maturing and getting past the teen stage that she enjoyed so
much.
Hearing the knock again, she groaned, got up from her comfortable
recliner and opened the door. There was a woman at the door she swore
she never saw before. With a befuddled looking face, she said, "Hello,
may I help you.' The woman standing before her looked narrowed her eyes
frightfully and gave Ms. Harding the most hateful look she had ever seen
in her life. For the first time in her life, She felt genuine fear.
The woman on the other side of the door bit out in a voice laced with
cruel hate, "Hello Miss Harding I am Stacy". The look in her eyes was
absolutely hateful. Like white burning embers glaring at Harding.
Ms Harding didn't have any clue what gad brought out such hate but she
didn't know this woman from anywhere.. She managed to mutter out, "W-
what, have I met you before, Stacy? She genuinely didn't have the
foggiest clue what was going on, but she suspected she had suddenly lost
all control of the situation.
Just when she thought those frightening eyes couldn't get any colder,
they did get colder. "Don't you dare try to tell me that you don't know
who I am Miss Harding," Stacy bit out in a tone full of hate, and added
in a more creepy voice. "I know you very well." Her body moved and
quick quickly forced her way inside of the house. As Ms Harding was too
stunned to react, Stacy quickly shut the door behind her and locked it.
Her attention riveted back to Harding, she said, "You really do have no
idea who I am, do you, Harding? " She waited a few seconds studying the
other woman's dumb foggy look.
"I will give you a hint," Stacy told her, "and if you get it, your end
will be quick and painless. How ever if you don't...." there was no need
to finish that.
Harding looked as a very wide evil smile spread across the Stacy's face.
Stacy continued, "Do you remember a small boy by the name Dino Fazio. It
had been about 8 years since we last meet."
Stacy looked on as Harding's mind recalled long forgotten memories.
She remembered that name vaguely. He was a very rotten boy, with a very
sexist attitude. He was sure he was gods gift to girls and acted like
it. Was quite spiteful and arrogant. Made comments to her and they were
quite sexually insulting. He was also sure no one could touch him.
She remembers when her friend Diana has picked him up, worked him over
and delivered him to her place secured. He leaned quickly to respect her
as she had a device to send a jolt of power thought his testicles. When
he was given a female form and breasts, he learned to be a good lover.
Over their years together, the boy had became very obedient and skilled
lover. The boy had learned to love it. But all good things must end and
when she tired of him by the time he turned 19 so she had sold him to a
rather large football star.
However, what does that name have to do with her anymore. Then the
answer hit her like lightning. Suddenly she felt horror fill her. She
had called him Stacy!
Stacy said, "I was Dino Fazio and now I am Stacy, you horrible bitch!"
Quicker than she could react, Stacy struck. Her fist hit Ms Harding in
her left eye with crushing power. The blow propelled her to the floor.
Harding covered her eye with her hand and looked up, stunned and
wounded. She looked up as stacy continued, "I want to know why you hated
me so much."
With an almost pleading voice she said, "Harding, I was with you for so
long and I was ready to serve you as my mistress for my life. I was
comfortable and loved you. You betrayed that love. I know that I never
displeased you, I never disobeyed you after the first year and I became
happy."
Stacy started crying as she continued, "You. Have no idea what Paul
Melvin was like. He was horrible, insane. He beat me horrible. He raped
me but that was expected, but I hated him and never come to accept it as
I did with you. I never adapted the mindset to accept sex from a man. I
hated it and was revolting. But he was 6'8" and there was nothing I
could do. He forced himself on me and I learned to go limp and think of
something else to remove the violation that was happening to me. I would
think about the wonderful times with you."
She had to stop and started crying and sobbing. Kneeled and covered her
face and tears streamed down her cheek. Harding thought about reaching
for the gun aimed at her, but Stacy's eyes shot up and Harding thought
otherwise.
"It didn't matter how obedient I was or how docile I was, he kept
beating me. I come to the conclusion, he enjoyed beating people. He
liked to inflict pain on people. His beatings were sadistic. At times, I
felt like my life was slipping away. It got worse. There would be mass
gang rapes from his friends. Some times 20 men would surround me and do
unspeakable things.
"I cried every night with him. Some nights I gave very serous though
about suicide."
Her voice droned on as if she was in another place, "One night he came
home drunk and started beating me, he wouldn't stop. He beat me close to
death. I blacked out and woke up in a hospital. I Vs were attached to me
and I was told I was beaten bad and I almost died. I gave the police a
full statement but the district attorney refused to prosecute him. I
was crushed but before anyone would come back to reclaim me, I was gone.
"I did reserch and I found you kept selling your boys away. I further
found that some had died. Chelsie killed herself. and Martha was
murdered by her master. While studying about the black rose society, I
learned a lot of defense. I studied martial arts and learned some
weapons. I became a really expert markswoman."
She shot out almost as an afterthought, "Oh I also has full SRS done so
I am as much a woman as you Harding. Even thought your black rose
society thinks only women born women are women. All others are deserving
of a life of misery and pain. Do you wish to explain to me why you
wanted me to life a life with Paul and be hurt and tortured? I know I
did nothing to deserve that."
Taking that all in, the full implications of her actions came clear and
the immense injustice committed on Stacy. She had done it. a feeling of
sadness came over her and as she could say was, "I'm so sorry Stacy. I'm
really sorry."
Not totally unexpected, she replied, "Doesn't matter Harding. That means
nothing after what I suffered. You're not going to survive this night.
Your evil must end. I know why you gave me away. You like them young and
innocent, you are a fucking pedophile. I was very willing to live out my
life serving you. However, you didn't want it. For your crimes against
me, and Chelsie, and Martha, you are worthy of no other fate than death.
I want you to know also that I will destroy your evil society. Do you
have anything more to add Harding?"
Stacy was standing there glaring down at her and she couldn't even think
of anything to add.
"Well, ok then. I'm sick of sitting here waiting time with filth like
you."
Stacy raised the weapon, took aim and squeezed the trigger.
The last thing Harding saw was the blast at the end of the black pistol
eject the round. It tore though her head and lodged itself in the floor.
Stacy stood there looking at her head bleeding out through a hole. A
pool of red was forming under her head. A feeling of relief filled her
being. Her first victory had been achieved. She had killed the horrible
woman that caused her so much pain. After a few minutes of watching the
dead body pull blood on the floor she steeled herself for a long road
ahead. If it wasn't Ms, Harding body spilling out blood, it wouldn't be
as much fun. This was Ms, Harding's body pooling blood on the floor and
that fact made this show much more interesting. But she had better
separate herself from that place and fast. She took a walky talky out of
her pocket in her vest and called for her ride.
As the woman waited, a van drove up in front of the house. Several women
walked through the door with boxes.
Stacy kneeled to the lead woman and looked up at her with reverence and
respect. She bowed her head to the floor and said "It has been done,
Mistress Amber."
The woman she was addressing looked down at Stacy with a mixture of love
as well as a fully commanding presents. She was large, well built and
had an air of power surrounding her. She looked like someone that
belonged in power. Woman spoke sharply to Stacy, "And you have done
well. It looks like you have accomplished your task well and You have
earned my respect and confidence."
Hearing such praise coming from her beloved mistress, a wave of pleasure
went through her. Her heart skipped a beat as she smiled lovingly at her
mistress. She smiles up at her and said, "Oh thank you very much,
mistress. " she bowed her head and went down and her lips touched the
black rubber boots her mistress was wearing. She planted a kiss on the
tow of the boot.
Her mistress smiled approvingly and said, "Your so very sweet Stacy. How
ever we must get out of here." Mistress Amber shouted several orders in
Russian and the women accompanying her took out large gas cans. They
started pouring gas all over the body as well as the floors and walls.
As they were doing that Stacy stood up and walked to one of the rooms
were, cowering in the corner was a terrified child. Her Mistress was
standing outside the room as Stacy walked up to the boyish girl and
kneeled, looked sympathetic at the child and spoke to him, "I am here to
rescue you."
Jamie look at the woman with a mixture of hate and fear, she spoke back
arrogantly, "I didn't need rescued. She loved me and I love her and YOU
killed her. I'm not going anywhere you bitch."
Stacy shook her head as she had really not expected any better reply but
she had to take the child out of here. Partially because her mistresses
other women are pouring gas around and was about to light it. Another
reason was to make sure she would be protected. As soon as Diane and her
goons got wind of this they would be here to collect the boy. Then they
would really make him pay. But as far as thy boy was concerned, her
Mistress Ms Harding dearly loved him and wasn't about to ever hurt him.
Tomorrow he would get a very rude awakening and a lifetime of sorrow and
pain.
That of course made things a lot more difficult so Stacy reached out and
said, "I'm sorry Jamie but you must go with us. You have no choice. This
place is going to burn down soon and you don't want to burn also. You
must believe your new Mistress and me. We aren't here to hurt you and we
love you. Your old mistress MS. Harding didn't love you. She would have
hurt you. You must believe that and when we get you to safety we will
explain the whole thing to you. "
Her mistress approached the cowering and still unbelieving boy that said
in a sneer, "Ya right. Ms Harding loved me you bitches." He started
screaming, "Get your goddamn hands off me. HELP!!"
Mistress and Stacy didn't listen and got hold of the kicking and
flailing boy as they took him out of the house. When they went thought
the living room they saw tubes and a pot of something. Mistress said to
Stacy, "The police will see this stuff and Harding and rule it as a meth
lab accident that blew up in Harding's face.
Stacy smiled, as her mistress was so smart and a step ahead of everyone
else. She would never serve anyone else and she was so totally happy now
with her Mistress. Soon Jamie would see that and be as content with her
as she was.
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