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Revenge By Julia Chapter 1 Ron was sitting on his bar stool drinking from his glass. He had just finished his shift that he hated. He had lifted those heavy boxes at the warehouse for the past five years. He had a master's degree in accounting and a license but this was all he could do now. He felt that there was something or someone blocking him every time he was up for any sort of raise or promotion. He went up four times already, and each time he was shot down. His promotion was denied. He remembered his last time, the supervisor called him into his office. He hoped that was it, and his boss looked at him and simply said, "You got to be kidding me. Someone like you become a foreman or supervisor, there's no way you will ever be made a supervisor. Just give it up Ron, you are lucky we tolerate you here at all. We know what you did. Now get out of my face." And he had hoped to move up, but it wasn't happening. He was almost thirty now. So, he came here and drank most Fridays. He sat there wondering where he went wrong with his life. How was all of this happening to him and it was then he saw a stunningly beautiful woman sitting near the end of the table. He looked over toward her and she smiled back at him. She was clearly interested in him, but there was something slightly unnerving about her. He couldn't figure it out. He looked at her. This was a very dark complexed woman. Her beautiful dark hair was mostly covered by some sort of long scarf. Her dark face was almost flawless. Her lips were covered in a bright red lip gloss. Her eyes were darkened by a very deep shade of eye shadow. But, her eyes had a very hard icy look about them. There was something in the way she looked at him. He wondered about that. Despite her hair and face, she was wearing regular jeans that most other women wear. Her top was something exotic, except for its deep neck line that drew his eyes to her rather large chest. He looked down her long shapely legs and saw she had on some black pumps. He figured she was from the middle east. But, what was she doing at a bar then? She stood up and walked over to sit beside him. There was also something about the way she moved toward him. She said to him. "I hope I am not disturbing you." She looked into his eyes. She said in a thick middle eastern accent. He shook his head. "Not at all." And he took another large swallow. He still felt very uneasy. "I am Ron." "Good," she said evenly and asked for a tall glass of whatever he had, then she took a small sip of what was in her glass. "You look like you needed someone." "Thanks," he said, as he looked into her face. "I am Ron, By the way." "Michelle," she replied. As she took his hand. "You look like something is bothering you. Do you care to talk about it?" He shook his head, "Not really. There isn't anything I can do about it. It's just my job. Can you tell me about yourself, Michelle." She took another drink. Then said, "I'm twenty four and my boyfriend just broke up with me for a hot blonde that isn't twenty yet. I needed someone tonight." "Do you want to go to my place tonight?" He asked, hoping. She nodded, standing up and getting her purse. "Sure, let's go." He paid the bartender and lead her out the door. They walked to the back of the parking lot where his truck was. Then he stopped, staring at the two very large men in his way, standing in front of his truck. "Do we have a problem?" He asked feeling cold. He didn't like his chances against these two men. "I need to go to my car." "Not with her, you won't," The man with a large beard on the right said to him. Then they approached him. "She doesn't look like she can go anywhere the way she is staggering. Is that how you do things?" Then he shoved Ron hard and he staggered back and fell on the pavement. The other man approached from the side and yanked Ron up, then elbowed his face. He cried out. Just then, a lone woman walked up approaching them from the darkness. She seemed to be wearing all black as she walked up to him with a smile. "Hi Michelle," She said as she took her hand. She looked at Ron's face, blood was dripping from his split lip. Ron asked "What is this all about?" "This is about you, Ron. What would your wife think of you taking this woman out for the night? What about your daughter? A sick man like you with a daughter, it's unthinkable." She spit out. The sound of her voice made him very afraid. It was cold, she sounded like the most hateful cruel woman he ever heard. The look in her eyes was even worse. "Teach this pig a lesson." The men held Ron as the mysterious woman was by his side. She pulled his face down across the hood of his truck. Then suddenly he felt something cold press against the back of his neck. It was a tube of cold iron. He knew exactly what she had. Then she heard it click and he froze in terror. "We need to have a long talk, my brother!" A flash of pain shot through the back of his head in a sickening thud. His vision darkened as he went slack. She had struck him on the back of his head with the gun she was holding on him. He had totally blacked out. The first thing he noticed when he slowly began to awaken was the intense throbbing pain that was centered in the back of his head and shot out in pulsing waves throughout his entire head and into his neck. He slowly opened his eyes and squinted at the light that caused him further pain. He couldn't make out much, everything was so blurry but his vision slowly cleared where he could start to make out three or four figures sitting on chairs talking to each other. The room was well lit. The next thing he realized was that he couldn't move his body. He was immobile. As he became aware, he noticed that he was restrained to a chair. His vision was clear and he looked down to see he was strapped to some sort of humiliating pink heart shaped styling chair. His arms and legs were strapped tight with brown leather straps. He looked around the bare room. It seems he was restrained in some bare room with concrete walls, and a solid floor. Wherever this was. He made out the woman in the center, glaring at him. That look was the most intimidating of all. It was a look of total hate. The men who had captured and hit him were there with her. He looked at her and determined that he was not going to cower before these people, whoever they were. "Okay, bitch," he arrogantly shouted at her. "You got me so what do you want to now? I can't stop you, so what do you want indeed, bitch?" "Kill me?" "Yes!" the woman simply replied. "Absolutely. That's exactly what I intend to do, unless you convince me not to. I hope you don't." She smirked at him. That was not what he expected. Ron replied in a more wary tone, laced with fear. "What about my wife and my daughter? What will they do? Think about that." The woman replied. "I will find where they live. They will also pay for what you did to me?" He struggled helplessly. "What is this about? I didn't do a thing to anyone. And what did my family do?" "You should have considered their future before you did what you did to me. You know what you did!" "Who the fuck are you?" Ron screamed in rage. "I have no idea what this is about!" This had gone on long enough. She was really angry now, and he could tell it. She stood up. "I hoped this would be easy Ron, but you are playing stupid. You fucking know what you did. My name is Alice. I am your sister, You remember what you did to me." He shook his head. "My sister's name is Karen. She is my only sister, there is no Alice. What are you talking about?" Another flash of pain shot through his head as he rocked back from a vicious blow. Few women were as strong as this person was. She has obviously had much training. His head rocked again and he cried out. Then she sighed. "You want to do it the hard way. Fine. Let's talk alone." She approached the chair and unstrapped his arms and legs. Then she told her guards to leave them alone. But she warned him, "Don't try anything stupid Ron. I can handle you now, unlike when we were kids. Bring in the stuff Bruce." The large man left and returned with a large box, the other man brought in a flat screen and a DVD player. Then they turned and walked out. "You know what you did to me Ron. I know you have tried to hide it, and convinced everyone that you are an upstanding citizen who would never do anything. I also know that my sister has connections and erased me from all of the files. Thanks for that. Now, let's have a look, shall we?" She placed a DVD into the player and started it. Ron had sat down. His greatest fear appeared on the large screen TV. A boy was tightly bound by his hands and feet. He was struggling across a woman's lap as she rained countless blows across his bruised bottom. Then, she finished and he was picked up by Ron and laid across Karen's lap. His sister started raining blows across his bruised bottom. He was screaming into a gag. "That woman was your girlfriend, Sandra, and you were there. And we all know that boy was me. I was only 12, Ron." There were various other videos on the disk that show him becoming increasingly feminine and more humiliated as they showed the torment and abuse he suffered at their hands. They were unmistakable. And, Take a look at these pictures you took of me. Most are old Polaroids, but we see me, enslaved in a maid's dress." "All of my friends saw these, and they know what you did. It took quite a lot for me to convince Bruce not to kill you as soon as he saw you. What a sick man you are. Then you had me sold. You sent me to hell and you probably figured I would end up being killed. I have returned. They were all killed. We were released. And I came back." "Are you going to kill me?" Ron asked showing fear. "You deserve it, but I'm going to give you an option," she said. "We all know I can do anything I want to you now. With all of this evidence. I can easily destroy you and your entire family. I can release them, have you arrested and humiliated. And I can assure you, you will be killed in prison. And what would happen to your wife? Well, she will leave you long before that, once she finds out." "Nooo!" He screamed, but the look in her eyes was clear. "I have another option, something so much better. I want you to suffer the way you made me suffer. I know this man that wants a humiliated and feminized man to play with. That man will become you. You will go with him and submit yourself to whatever he wants, and look any way he wants you to look." Then she loudly called out, "James, we are ready." A very large and cruel man came through the door, looking at Ron. He shivered in disgust. "If you do this, I promise to not go after your daughter or wife. I will make sure they are well looked after. Or, you will go to prison and die. What do you choose?" What choice did he have? "Fine, I will go with James, and become his plaything. Will that make you happy Alice?" "I am not Alice, I prefer to be called Aisha Lasloom. That has been my name for over a decade now. And, James wants a wife. You will be feminized by him, and married. Legally in the place he will take you. Are you sure?" He slumped in defeat. "Yes, I agree." James walked over and took Ron's hand in his, Aisha then said, "Give him a kiss and take his engagement ring on your finger." James asked, "Ron, will you marry me." Ron replied, "Yes, then he kissed James, and James gripped Ron's head tight and shoved his tongue down Ron's throat. He held him in an intense repulsive kiss for over twenty seconds. Then, Ron felt something penetrate his skin and he went slack in James Arms. He was carried out. "I want to watch the wedding, James, tell me when it will be." Chapter 2 Aisha was standing in the living room of her old house. It looked like it had not been inhabited for more than a decade. This place still held such horrific memories. She just wanted to visit the place one more time. Aisha remembered when they first moved to this enormous house with her family. She didn't like this new place, but her father had got a large promotion and his job was here. She was only twelve. Her parents never made it here and in his will, he stated that to keep the family together, that leadership of the family and his inheritance went to his oldest brother Ron. Flashback Allen is twelve years old standing in his own bedroom thinking about everything. This is where it all began. He was on his bed thinking about how unfair his life was at that time, how his parents died and how his siblings hated him. Then his sister came up here after a fight in the living room. She yanked his hair and forced him to apologize. Then she marched him down to the basement and beat him into submission and then duct taped him up and left him there all night. This was where his horror started. Aisha wanders into the basement where her real horror began. Flashback. Allen had had a brief encounter with Craig and Craig got mad. Then they had dragged him down to the basement where Craig beat him up some more until he was willing to do anything to stop the beating. They briefly discussed forcing him to give Craig a blowjob, but made a compromise to just pose for pictures. So he had to strip nude and pose for the pictures. She took various humiliating nude photos of him until he agreed to wear lingerie so he wasn't nude anymore. It proceeded from there to more humiliating and more feminine poses. He was thankful when it was over and he could leave. Flashback ends Aisha is standing in the main living room staring out of the window feeling overwhelmed with the memories flooding her mind. It actually causes her physical pain even though the memories are decades old. They are as powerful in her mind as if they were happening in the present. She knelt on the floor feeling tears rolling down her face and she begins sobbing. Flashback. Katherine breaks up with Craig. Arcadia intervenes and causes Craig to knock him out. He briefly remembers waking up to an argument between Katherine and Ron in which Katherine presses Ron to allow her to make him into a girl. Ron agrees, he tries to protest but it's no use. It is agreed on. He is tied up and told to wait for Sandra. Sandra arrives and dresses him in a training bra, panties and nylons. Then she says they are all going to spank him. He tries to resist, but it still happens. They all take turns viciously spanking him as he's tied up. End flashback. Aisha remembers that pain very well. She can still feel it on her bottom as the memories of that humiliation flood her present mind. The sorrow and sobbing slowly turn into a cold rage. The rage boils in her as she remembers the torment Allen endured at their hands. The innocent twelve-year-old boy named Allen. Aisha is in her old bedroom. There is nothing there but old cobwebs and cracked walls. But the memories are so strong she can almost see it. Flashback Then Katherine and Sandra take him to his bed, restrain him and blindfold him. He stays there all night. Katherine comes into the room in the morning to wake him up. Allen is taken to a hair salon totally dressed as a girl. He meets Jennifer who is another friend of Sandra. Jennifer is a hair stylist and a dominant cruel woman. She does his long hair in a very feminine style. From there, they threaten to force him to date a large gay biker unless he agrees to completely submit to Katherine. He agrees to become Katherine's slave. He agrees out of fear. End flashback. Aisha's rage is boiling into a white hot cauldron by that time. She promises through her gritted teeth that she will punish Jennifer very seriously. She has long moved out of the area and started a family. That mall shutdown about ten years ago. There's very little of it left. Aisha walks outside to see the pool. It's empty and hasn't been used in over a decade. The memories of her suffering are so strong. Flashback She remembers Allen being tied up next to the pool in a bikini, sunning himself and getting a bikini tan. Later that night, he was taken to his bedroom and tied down, to Allen's utter humiliation and horror. Then he's tied up in his bedroom and told they broke up because she didn't make him suck Craig off. That would have to be rectified, and he does the humiliating thing to avoid really being hurt. It was one of the most disgusting things he had experienced up to that point. He burst into sobs as he was tied to his bed and left there with the taste and semen on his face all night. The next morning, Katherine informs him that he will become Katherine's sissy slave. Not that it hasn't already been made clear, but the restrains she was holding made it very clear. Allen had enough and remembers turning things around, cuffing Katherine and beating her. Ron intervenes and cuffs him. That was unacceptable. Allen is secured tightly to his bed and left there. End flashback. Aisha's mind is overwhelmed with even more painful and vivid flashbacks of such horror of what her life was about to become after that event. Being a twelve-year-old Allen. Or as she was about to become, an enslaved girl Alicia. She collapsed toward the floor again. Her entire body heaving with powerful uncontrollable sobs. Her face becomes a mess of tears. His brother Ron undid the cuffs that secured him to his bed and took him out to the living room. He gave him cryptic messages that there was someone who was going to take care of him now. That was when he came face to face with a massive woman standing at six feet tall. She had broad shoulders, and he saw large muscles running down her arms and on her chest and legs. This woman looked like she could be a linebacker on a football team. She said she was Donna and that she was hired to teach him. Then she put a black satin dress over his head and an apron and informed him that he was going to become a sissy slave maid. He turned to his brother begging only to feel a powerful slap across his head that distorted his entire vision and threatened to cause him to collapse into darkness. Donna shouted never to turn his back on her. She talked about curtsying as a slave, and then they discussed his name. He could no longer be Allen. They agreed on Alicia From there, he was given to Katherine who taught him how to walk like a girl in heels, swaying his hips and being punished when he failed. Then his days became a daily grind of being whipped by Donna for any reason, and doing endless housework, dishes, vacuuming, dusting, washing their clothes and being taunted and humiliated by Katherine and their friends. His days locked indoors only being disrupted by visits by Craig to get a blowjob. Or his days with a local boy for actual sex, Jeremy got to actually penetrate him as a girl. Allen, now Alicia got no say. It was punishment for beating her. His life had become such a nightmare at only twelve years old that there were many times he considered committing suicide. Jumping out of the window. Cutting himself with one of the kitchen knives. He never did it because he knew he would get away from them sometime. And when he did, he promised to return. When he returned, hell would follow him. End Flashback Aisha was still sobbing on the floor of her old living room where she was enslaved to her family that was supposed to protect her. Her father wrongly thought that Ron was a good guy who could handle the responsibility of caring for him and his sister. Ron couldn't handle it. He was not equipped to stand up to Katherine's dominant personality. Especially with his girlfriend fully behind Katherine against Allen. He was cowed and backed down giving them full control over his life. She slowly regained control over her emotions and stood up. She needed the one she loved and gave Berna a desperate call for help. Her lover heard the desperation in her voice and came as quickly as she could. Berna came and embraced Aisha on the floor of the dark living room. Holding her tight. Aisha felt safe from the first time she laid eyes on the kind woman. Berna was such a fierce woman. She was the leader of her tribe and she rescued Aisha. Aisha was stunned when her home erupted in war. Berna's raiders burst in and rescued all of the captives and executed the men holding him. Aisha was the man's unwilling wife and had been kept there for over four years somewhere in southern Iraq. Berna and a militant tribe of Fatimid's launched a raid there and rescued them. The road there was long and hard, Aisha was adopted as a member of their tribe and they learned her full story. She willingly fought alongside her new tribe and did what she could to help them. Aisha wanted to preserve her adopted family. They often fought the government forces for independence. They fought the Islamic state that tried to take control of their region of the country. Being a member of the Fatimid tribe often meant constant fighting and war. It was better than being some powerful man's sex slave. Alice fell desperately for Berna and she in turn returned Alice's affections. "I can't wait to see Ron fully feminized and married to James. Are you sure he deserves it, Aisha?" Berna inquired doubtfully. "From what you said, he didn't do much at all to you." "That's what makes him so guilty," Aisha said acidly. "He was responsible having been made head of the family and in charge. He was responsible for Allen's welfare and protection. He did nothing to protect him, me. He didn't want to confront my sister or his girlfriend, who had it out for me. He stepped aside and allowed those women to crush that innocent boy. That has to have a cost. I want him to experience what happened to me." That made sense. Berna loved Aisha with everything she had. Aisha was such a special woman. but Aisha wasn't really a woman at all. Not that it mattered anymore. Fate and a hard life transformed her body against her will and this was the life she was fated for. She never considered how that rescue would impact them so much. They rescued many captives and did what they could to integrate them into their tribe. Many of the captives they rescued couldn't become fighters, so they were sent to safer areas, or moved into the cities where there were resources to help them. Aisha was fated to be a fighter. That was her path, and she was great at it. Aisha was as fierce as any man. She took up the gun and gladly fought for her adopted tribe. Berna had no idea how good Aisha would be. Aisha slowly took charge of military operations. The tribe slowly began to realize her brilliance in leading military campaigns. Aisha had a brilliant tactical mind and was always focused on the end goal of total liberation and their own statehood. She lead the tribe through the worst disasters and double crosses to achieve resounding victory against all odds. Aisha wanted to come back to the United States to settle some old scores. Berna gladly made the arrangements and moved back with the woman she loved. And here, they could legally and socially be married. There were no restrictions against two women showing affection and legally marrying. Even at home, since those two women held so much power within their society and their tribe, there was little opposition to them showing romantic affection toward each other. But still, it was frowned upon and they figured they could only take it so far. Two women showing affection for each other was no problem in Los Angeles. They fully lived as two loving wives. "So Aisha," Berna said as her mind was thinking of their history together, "what will we do next? Whose next on our list?" Aisha smiled. "Sandra. She was the dominatrix bitch that was dating Ron while I lived with them. They broke up and went their own ways decades ago. She still lives in the area with her submissive. She is part of the BDSM community here. It will be really easy to take her down. Their community has no idea what sick shit Sandra is involved in. She has targeted the young son of a man she is dating, just like she did me. She had targeted several boys for her fetish. All we need to do is expose it to the community, and the police. Then sit back and watch her get tried and sent to prison." Aisha smiled and then continued, "Jennifer. The hair stylist who is still Sandra's friend. Who has done the hair for these victims for her. She will also be easy to take down. I just want them to know who did it. Then we have Arcadia and Cheryl. They were kids my age when it was all happening. I considered forgiving them since they were also children just like me. But no. They are still responsible for a lot of pain I suffered. Arcadia was a friend of my sister. She was a very sadistic girl who took a lot of pleasure in hurting me and my feminization at their hands. However, Arcadia lives in Chicago and she has a family now. She lives clean, she isn't involved with that life anymore. She still has a price to pay. Cheryl however, was a cheerleader and a popular girl when I was first made up as a girl. She found out, it wasn't hard and exposed me to everyone, and spent the rest of the year tormenting me and she really loved watching Craig target me the way he did. And she loved inviting my so-called boyfriend Jeremy to come by. I never understood what delight girls got with that?" "What?" Berna asked. "Seeing a dominant man target a submissive man." "Me either," Berna said. "That must be a thing for your society here." "It's not mine anymore," Aisha protested. "I lived in your culture most of my adult life. We are only here for a little payback. Some long-deserved payback. The difficulty will come with my sister Katherine. Mistress Katherine," Aisha said with acid in her mouth. "As I had to call her. She is a federal prosecutor. A highly corrupt one. She has given many sweet deals to very nasty people. She slept with one pedophile, and he got let off for the rape of a boy. Another woman was let off, and we highly suspect she arranged that technicality that allowed the court to suppress that vital evidence that got her charges dropped. Three boys were abused. And the rumor was that Katherine was sleeping with that woman too. However, she is a federal district attorney. She has many powerful friends who are defending her and covering it all up. Taking her down will be very difficult. And when we do, I suspect we will all have large targets on our back. When she goes down, many other very powerful people will go down with her." Berna smiled. What many here didn't know was how totally ruthless and cruel Aisha was. Only she knew that. Aisha was a cold-blooded killer. She was as ruthless as they came. Aisha was a merciless force of nature when she set her mind to something. She saw that force at work in their tribe launching raids on military depots or traffickers. She often wiped out everyone to rescue the captives. Even if they surrendered to her, they received a round in the head. Aisha had no mercy for traffickers at all. She had little mercy for enemy soldiers since most of them were just following orders of their commanders. But Aisha had witnessed the savagery of the government forces against her people. Aisha was enraged and her response was equally as savage. Her enemies here were about to find out how savage Aisha really was. Aisha began talking on the phone to some of her people. Berna listened carefully. She knew that Aisha was up to something big. It was huge and Alicia promised that this project would affect the balance of power in the world. It would liberate her people. She still had little idea what it was. It was very secret. She listened carefully. "Are the new centrifuges operational?" Aisha asked. "Have you increased the mining of the ore to the amount I set?" "Good," Aisha said in totally fluent Fatimid speaking to the man she placed in charge. "How are the ships, good, one operational. Are they being loaded with the new weapons?" Aisha asked. "Good, remember, the ships must be armed with the special weapons I designed. Each ship will have ten silos. The silos are to be armed with those weapons. And each weapon will have five MIRVs each. Five independent targetable devices each. That's fifty full operational devices that must be built for each ship. We want four more ships built and armed. That's why I expanded mining and the centrifuges operations so massively. Each device should be between ten and twenty megatons each fusion based. I expect it to be done in six months. This will insure our liberation. Even Bashar Assad won't bother us after our demonstration. No one must know until we are ready. We don't want a Cuba type crisis here." Their operations were conducted deep inside the mountains and the new ships were being constructed underground. Berna still didn't know what Aisha was doing but she had enormous forces at work on something very secret. Aisha's brilliance had allowed this. She on her own designed everything, and lead the entire operation for over a year. She knew so far, there were four enormous ships being constructed, and one was already completed, and being loaded with operational weapons. Three more were on the way. Berna looked at Aisha trying to figure out what was going on. "I figured out you are building big ships in the new hidden drydocks. Those ships must be massive. But, wont they just be big targets?" Aisha said, "No. They are very silent, and they are submersible. They have new drive systems that are not detectable by any sonar system. Those are our strategic weapons. Our hunter killers are much more lethal to ships. They will defend our strategic submersibles." Aisha figured she would now piece it all together. Berna's mind was racing. Strategic submersible weapons, defended by hunter killers. The massive mining operations in the mountains, and enormous enrichment plants. Arming those big weapons with those devices. Suddenly, Berna got it. Her eyes popped out wide with panic. "Oh no, Aisha, tell me you didn't. When they find out, everyone will go apeshit on us. We will become the villains across the world. How could you?" Aisha bolted up in rage. "We already are!" she yelled in English. "No one cares one IOTA about us, no one in the international community has ever lifted a finger for us. They are always bitching about the poor Palestinians. While our people have been subjected to countless genocides in the last fifteen years. We been gassed, government forces from Iraq to Turkey rounded up tens of thousands of our people, and executed them all and threw them into ditches. No one even rose a finger when the Islamic State occupied us and wiped out every Fatimid and many of the other tribes they could find. Who stood up for us? The USA, the European Union? They talked a lot, but no real action to protect us. They all turned their back on us while we suffered. So, it's up to us to defend ourselves. We will never have the forces to combat the conventional forces of the major powers within our region. We need a bigger weapon to make them respect us. Something massive, deadly and bold. It's the only way we will ever be left alone. When we can destroy them. Yes, they will be outraged, but who gives a fuck after what we suffered. It's time to even the game, when we finally enter the world as a nuclear armed superpower. Then, we will get their respect, and fear." Berna sat down trembling. "Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about our more immediate concerns, Sandra. I have a plan." Berna shook herself out of her concerns and paid attention to Aisha. "What is your plan for Sandra?" "Sandra is a dominatrix That has a fetish for feminized males and such. So we will join their club and I will be your submissive. You will introduce me as your sissy. And she may want to take me and you will allow it." "What, what?" Berna said blinking in confusion. "How can I introduce you as a male? You had the operation and have lived as a female for a long time. She won't believe that." Aisha smiled. "For those with the experience, they can tell the difference. They know enough to know a surgical constructed vagina and a previous male body from that which is born as one. She will likely be able to see it in me. It won't be like your tribe. None of them believed me at first when I told them. Most were convinced, but I still think there's some there that think my story is bullshit. They can't believe I was ever male. Sandra will believe it, and think it's hot. You just convince her that you forced me." "DO you think there's a chance she will know it's you? You, Allen from when you were young?" "Not a chance." Aisha smiled like a wolf hunting its prey. "She won't know until it's too late." "So what's the point in all of this? Berna asked. "Don't we have everything we need with your videos and ancient Polaroids of when you were young?" "I don't think so," Aisha said sadly. "I think what they did to me, passed the statute of limitations decades ago. Everything she did to me would be tossed out. It would sure affect her status among her friends. But we want to totally destroy her and send her to prison. So, I will be in her place and I will look around and see if she has kept anything there that I can use against her." "But, I will be sending you to her as her slave. She won't be letting you around her house to snoop," Berna pointed out. "She will keep a close eye on you, and likely have you secured or locked up." "Do you really think she can keep me locked up," Aisha smiled. "Me, you know me now." Berna smiled back. "Yes, just be careful. There's always some surprises." "I'm not a frightened teenager with no skills anymore. I know how to escape secure locations. I did it before. The Iraqis couldn't keep me. Assad couldn't keep me. I even escaped from Erdogan's prisons. Sandra may be lucky if she doesn't die in her sleep. I am very sure the temptation will be very strong just to strangle her where she stands. I just have to remember I want more than her simple death. I want her to go to prison. I want her to see her world torn apart. I want her to see everything she loves be ripped away like it was ripped away from me." "If that's what you want?" Berna asked. "Then why don't you send her to us." She smiled. "I am sure there's many in our tribe that would love to get their hands on that bitch. They all know and adore you. You saved them and made them into a united people for the first time in more than a 1000 years. Since Salahudin united them. Send Sandra to them." "That's an idea if this fails." "And once you expose what she did to you to the public. I seriously doubt there will be anyone who gives a rats ass what you do, or where you send her." "I may still consider that," Aisha said "But now, it's time to purge all of the bad memories from this house of horrors. Let's go. I have one more thing to do." Aisha took out a packet and pulled an iron rod out of its case. Berna watched as the rod turned white hot and began filling the air. Berna's eyes widened in horror. "Is that white phosphorous?" as it began burning the floor and the fire started spreading as they rushed out of the house. "Yes, it is. Now let's get out of here." By that time, the house had become a raging inferno.