Princess Of Castile Chapter 4 free porn video

Princess of Castile By Jennifer Reed Chapter 4: Secrets This story is set in the world created by Rikki in the Marriage of Martin Hastings that he began some time around 2010. These events in this story occur around three to four years after the events in Rikkis story. Thomas had found Leanne's preparation room with his favorite chair in the center. He felt a seething hatred for the cruel woman and swore she would pay for what she had done to so many men. Thomas personally didnt mind Leanne transforming him into a woman. As a transsexual, that was his deepest desire. He liked it. But Thomas knew Leanne didn't care either way, and she had performed these transformations on many unwilling men, and humiliated them. She personally enjoyed that much better and resented that the transformation had little affect on him. She had destroyed many lives and that enraged Thomas. He hated this cruel woman and swore she would pay. But for the time being, he simply sat in her styling chair and allowed her to do as he commanded. He looked at the clothing she had laid out for him later. The sexy lingerie he was going to wear for his husband tonight was hung in the corner and he examined them. He saw the white lacy pushup bra with firm foam cups and a heart in the center of the cleavage. The matching panties were there, sexy silk thong panties he really wanted to wear. He saw the rolled-up stockings, and garter belt, and matching white heel pumps. They would look very sexy as he stood there in his bridal gown he was dressed in earlier. Leanne was preparing his makeup and arranging the rollers for his hair again to reset it. Leanne looked at Thomas for a moment over her horn-rimmed glasses. This was one of the most frightening and unpleasent jobs she had ever done. First, there was that incredible hateful look in his eyes. All of the men she worked on hated her and she saw the look in their eyes, but this was vastly different. Thomas's hate seemed to run deep into his very core. The others men's hate was a hot fury hate of rage. This mans hate was an icy chill, that ran deep in him, it was a very calm and controlled hate. This was much more dangerous, and it was born of intent. She could not figure it out either. The second part of why she was frightened was that the feminization would have no effect. He was transsexual, and wanted it. He had almost manipulated and forced his husband into making him transition. The Duke capitulating on that was a grave error in her opinion. It was giving Thomas exactly what he wanted. The third and far more serious matter was that Thomas was not who he appeared to be at all. He was not Craigs son. He was not Thomas. This man was av ery powerful prince, soon to become the princess. The second Thomas told her his true name, she knew. His family was extremely powerful, and so was he. He led a nations military forces during their civil war. He commanded the respect and obedience of of their people. He proved his strength and will. For the Duke to think he had a snowballs chance in hell of making this woman submit to him was a joke. She was sure the Duke was going to have a very short life after this, and it was likely his head was going to be on a pike. And if she didn't find a way to get away from this, her head was going to be next to his. Thomas just sat there icily calm as she did her work, never protesting or arguing or trying to reason with her the way her other men did. He sat there with his chilling calm composure as she reset his hair in the rollers and then removed them after they all dried and did his makeup. Leanne saw he didn't approve of how she did his makeup. The other men disapproved that she had done their makeup on their face at all. Leanne saw that wasn't the case here. He didn't like how she did his makeup. He didn't like the color of the eye-shadow and wanted longer lashes and didnt like the blush she used. He stood up and shrugged. He said dismissively, "This is what you get when you sacrifice quality for the cut rate prices of amateurs." Thomas laughed. "My sister paid for the very best in the empire when I was involved in the royal court of Castile. She had the very best do my makeup and hair to present me to the people. I had the very best and I was taught by the very best. You'd think a mighty Duke here would be able to get quality people to work on his new bride. But he got you." Leanne stood there helplessly fuming at the insult. Thomas giggled and stood there in his wedding gown, and he said, "Well, let's get going." Then Leanne moved in to begin removing his wedding gown when Thomas held up his hand to stop her. He said in a very female manner, "I can remove my own clothing, thank you very much." And he unlaced his own wedding gown and let it slip down his body. He stepped out of it and then naturally reached behind his back and undid his own bra strap and removed it. Thomas stepped out of his heels and carefully unrolled his own nylons from his legs and sloped out of the panties he was wearing. Leanne watched and was very disturbed by how natural he was with female clothing. Most men would have struggled with the laces and hooks on female clothing. Thomas removed it all very naturally as most women would. He was careful not to create any run in the nylons and most men would simply rip them off. She knew how much experience he has had with women's apparel now so it wasn't much of a surprise. But she still didn't like it. Leanne pointed to the lingerie on top of a table. "That's what you should wear tonight." Thomas went to examin them and smiled softly. 'This should make me look very sexy tonight,' Thomas thought to himself. He picked up the shiny lace thong panties. They were small, just his size with embroidered pink hearts on the thin waistband and front. There was just a thin string in the back. He slid the panties up his legs feeling shame doing this. Leanne watching him and he was doing this for a man he never met. But the clothing itself felt natural and right. He picked the bra up and examined it. They were a very sexy underwire padded cup bra. It was lacy white with embroider silk hearts on the cups. The straps had lace trim. It was adorned in diamonds and must have custom made for him. He slid his arms in the straps, looked at Leanne facing her. He reached back and hooked the straps together like there was nothing to it. Thomas enjoyed Leanne's stunned look at how easily he had hooked his own bra with his inch long fingernails. Most men could never have done that even without the fingernails. Hooking a bra's eyehooks from behind was never a skill men ever had to know. Fingernails made it more difficult. Every man she worked with needed her assistance to hook the bra. Leanne suspicions grew stronger. She watched him wrap the lace garter belt around his waist with the skill of a woman accustomed to doing it. He sat down and carefully rolled his nylons up his legs, careful to avoid snagging or running the material. He was careful to keep the seams straight and he hooked the garter straps to the nylon tops. He was very sexy as he slipped the breast forms into the cups of his bra. He posed in the mirror and looking at the floral designs in the nylon stockings that encased his legs. Then he put on his jewelry. He attached two sets of clip-on earrings to his ears. Each one had large sapphire stones hanging from his ears. He wrapped the necklace around his neck and hooked it. It had a large inset ruby in the center with a ring of smaller diamonds. He applied a few bracelets to his wrists and then did a very sexy feminine pose in the mirror. She had no doubt that Thomas was a transgender male to female. She had a very strong suspicion that he knew it and he was playing with them. The Duke was probably happy and him being so naturally feminine, that meant that the feminization would be very effective to making him pretty. The Duke wanted that. But for the purposes of the marriage, the feminization would be very ineffective to the final goal. Making Thomas into a proper submissive male bride. Most men who wanted a male bride in this type of marriage, wanted a feminine pretty man as his bride. The feminization was double edged. Part of it was to satisfy the husband. The other part of the process and reason for the feminization was to crush the male spirit in the bride. The feminization did that part well, for most men. Their sexism insured that once they knew their status as feminized men, it was crushing and ensured that their resistance was broken. Their spirits crushed. They accepted their place as brides to a man. If the man wanted to be feminized, then it would be ineffective. It would be like trying to feminize a woman, it would have little effect on her emotionally. This feminization would not demoralize Thomas. It would stiffen his resistance and have little other effect on his personality. He would throw it back in her face and go along with it. He thought he looked sexy enough for the Duke. He turned to Leanne and said, "I am ready. Can you show me to my husband's bedroom?" She saw the disgusted look on his face referring to the Duke as his husband. It was repulsive to him. Just like any other woman, being intimate with a man she did not want would be a repulsive experience. "Yes we are ready. You do look beautiful. The Duke will be very pleased." Thomas stood there looking like a natural woman. No matter how hard she tried to make him look like an overdone exotic transvestite with too much makeup, he still looked like a natural woman. She then replied, "Before you go to your tonight, he has arranged for someone to come and talk to you, Mrs. Cordoba. I have been instructed to let you two talk alone. The woman is eager to speak to you Mrs. Cordoba." Leanne opened the door to the and said, "You can come in Jessica. Mrs. Cordoba is waiting for you." Another woman walked in. Thomas assumed this was Jessica and she was stunningly beautiful. Thomas found her enchanting sexuality very appealing. Dark brown hair fell across her shoulders shaping her perfect beautiful face. Her dark swirling eyes drew him into their beauty. Her mascara and eye lashes made her very enticing. They were almost an inch from her eyelids. Her eyeshadow was dark purple and just the right coverage on her lids to make her eyes very enchanting and exotic. Her top seemed almost designed to draw all attention right to her very ample breasts. Her cup size was larger than his right now and her top seemed to display much of her very ample breasts. Thomas felt jealous. She had more cleavage on display than he did. Her skirt was way too short, but that was probably the idea. Her fingernails and toenails gleaming in the sunlight and were perfectly polished in bright red. Her legs were very long and appealing. She was very tall and seemed to be very dominant and strong. Thomas felt very jealous of Jessica. "I am Jessica, and I assume you are Thomas!" She wasnt quite sure what she was expecting, but this wasn't it. This young man actually looked like a woman sitting there waiting for her. This young man sitting there very natrually as a woman, wearing beautiful bridal lingerie. She expected to see a young man wearing lingerie, and approaching the first night with his husband. The young man would be highly distressed, angry and hostile. This was anything but that. He sat there calmly and she saw no hint of a man there. He appeared as a woman and seemed happy with his appearance. As she examined the lingerie this man had on, several other features stood out. The young mans hips were wider and softer than other mens, his arms were thing and he had very narrow shoulders. And his bra seemed to stand out more. She looked closer and saw the appearance of two small underdeveloped mounds under the thin bra cups. This was really no man at all. This was a trans woman in transition. This had to be at least six months into HRT. How was this possible? She wasn't told that this young man was actually transitioning into a woman. Maybe it was forced but it didn't look forced at all. Thomas frowned. Jessica called him Thomas. He stared at her wondering. She smiled at him, a soft warm smile. It didn't help, he knew something was wrong. "No," Thomas said. "I am afraid you are mistaken Ma'am. My name is Isabella Cordoba. I am the Duke's wife." Jessica looked at Thomas for a few long seconds. She was smiling and thinking about Thomas saying he was Isabella. Then his general appearance. It was stunning. Then she laughed a little and replied, "I cannot understand how a man can be named a wife. It just makes no sense, but it is a twist of the law. Because of the recent court ruling, a man can be named the wife in an arranged marriage and bound and placed under the husband the way women have been for a thousand years. It isn't really right," She said. Thomas shrugged and asked, "If this has been done to women, why shouldn't it also be done to a man in the same way.? She looked at him strangely, not expecting such a question from a man. Then she continued, "Isabella is just the name your husband forced on you and there is nothing you can do about it. Isabella wasn't the name you were born with and it is not your name, Thomas. So don't let it become you." Thomas turned away. He almost felt like giggling at that statement. But he didn't want her to know the name he was born with. Thomas didn't really understand how she knew so much about his adopted family. "I think that I prefer being called Isabella. Will you explain how you know my name?" Thomas demanded, staring into her eyes. "It is not yet time. I will tell you all about me when the time is right. All you need to know now is one, I am here to help and assist you. I am here to answer any questions you may have about the marital ritual you will be doing for your new husband. I feel bad that you are forced to do this." Thomas didn't think Jessica really felt bad for him. Her smirk made her seem very insincere. "I just don't think it is right," Jessica replied with an amused smirk. Jessica then walked over to the window looking out into the garden. With her back to Thomas, he was able to get a good view of her tight butt that the dress framed well. She was a very attractive woman. "The ritual is for the woman to show her devotion and feminine submission to her husband. It was for women of another time and very few women of today would consider it. Except for the especially devout and submissive women. Most women consider it a demeaning and humiliating ritual. For a woman who feels no affection or devotion to the man she is marrying, it will be a horrid violation. It must be 100 times worse for a heterosexual man, accustomed to being in the dominant position to a woman, to be forced to take on the feminine submission to a dominant man." Then Thomas said, "I doubt its actually worse on a straight man than a woman. I suspect its about the same. But it will have some different results on a straight man, but its still a horrible and sickening violation regardless. And it should not be done. I suspect its worse for a woman. She could be forced to bare the man children. I suspect that's far worse than what a man endures. But its horrible either way." She then turned to Thomas with a big smirk on her face. "For you to be the submissive bride to a man. It must really make him feel very demeaned and humiliated. It will be very difficult for you, Thomas. You will feel anything but a man." But since he wasn't a man anyway, it made little difference to him, Jessica thought so he may have a difficult time trying to see the matter from a mans point of view. A man having his masculinity being taken from him and forced into being another mans wife. Thomas glared at her for a few seconds, simmering in anger. He never really felt like a man. "You would enjoy this if I was really a man being forced into this?" Thomas accused. "You would enjoy seeing this man take my masculinity and dignity away from me wouldn't you?" His glare was one of the most fearsome things she had ever seen. "I am sorry to disappoint you." "Yes," Jessica admitted. "I must admit that this would be very amusing." Her smirk widened into a full grin. "But, I can see that is not the case here. You are pretty much a woman already. You have no masculinity to take, and wouldn't mind losing what ever masculinity you have." "I am sorry I am not really a man, so you can see this man ripping it from me," Thomas interrupted. "I know you will love seeing that happen to me if I were a masculine man. You would be happy knowing I was going to be demeaned and humiliated, and you really enjoy it. Your part in this is to make sure it is as humiliating as it can be, and to enjoy witnessing it. You are involved or you wouldn't be here and know my name. There has to be a reason you are here. You being involved and brought here means you have some connection with the people here." Jessica stopped what she was going to say and just stood there for around a full minute. This was someone who she couldn't deceive. He was already very suspicious of her involvement. He pieced together some of it and knew she wasn't here to help him. She may as well admit it. "Yes. I would have enjoyed seeing you demeaned as a man. I was told what you believe to be a woman's place is in life. I was told about how you believe we must submit to a man and how you have treated women in your life. I know how your father treated women and taught you to treat them. I know how you have treated women. So I fully admit I would have loved seeing you treated in the way you have treated the women in your life. I would love that you now must submit to a man in the way you believed women must submit to a man. Now you have to be the woman. It seems like justice. But it seems I was misinformed. You do not believe that, and you are very much a woman. You only fail to see how really devastating this would be for a masculine straight man accustomed to being dominant toward a woman." Thomas' mind could only attempt to deduce her true identity and connections to her family. Jessica knew a little about him and his family. There were a few ways she could have known all of that she did. If he had to bet, he figured he knew how she knew. He had strong suspicions about who she was, but he would keep them to himself until he had further proof. "I know you have questions," Jessica said. "And that's why I am here. I can tell you anything you need to know about the experience that awaits you "I want to know is, whose idea was it for you to help me?" Thomas inquired. She smiled, "Your husband asked me to come and help you. I have known him for a year now and I have personal experience that can help you?" "What personal experience," Thomas inquired. Nothing she said made sense. "Well, I was in a marriage like yours." Jessica replied. "What? You married the Duke," Thomas stated in disbelief. That seemed unlikely, but possible. It was more likely she was married to someone else who treated her cruelly. "No, the Duke has never been married. No woman really liked being with him, as you can guess why. He has not had a long-term relationship with a woman. Most women can't stand him and he has traumatized a few. I just know him," Jessica said, feeling uncomfortable. "That makes sense. You weren't married to the Duke before, but you must have been married to someone." Thomas's mind was racing now and it was very evident to Jessica that he was thinking this through. "You must have performed this ritual I will be doing for the Duke. So whoever you married, must have had connections with the Duke's family, but I think it is far more likely your connections was with my own family since you know so much about me and my father. Since you won't tell me, then fine. Please don't lie to me, Jessica," Thomas said while Jessica now fumed. "What are you here for?" "I am here to help you, and explain about this wedding ritual you will be doing. They call it the three nights of consummation." "I know all about that ritual," Thomas said. "The previous men thought it was such a horror and an injustice on their sex. I can understand but the women forced into it had the same opinion. I spoke to one of those men and helped him a lot. Did you go through it, Jessica?" Jessica smirked evilly. "Yes I loved doing it for my ex-husband. It was so fun." Jessica said dryly. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. Thomas knew that it was no fun at all. She was most likely forced into it. Seeing Jessica's beautifully fit body, her hair, and obvious enhancements in certain areas. That narrowed down the possibilities who her previous husband was in Thomas's mind. "It was the most demeaning thing I was ever forced through and I had no say in it. I was in a marriage like yours." "You mean your family agreed to put you in a marriage against your will and you were forced to marry a man?" Thomas said. Thomas now had very strong suspicions, but he wanted final confirmation. "Yes, he forced me to do a lot of things that I hated. He was very demeaning and he never loved me," Jessica replied sadly. That made no sense. Of course he never loved her. Love should have never been expected in a situation like that. Things were not making sense to Thomas. He decided to let it go, clarification would come later. "You are now free. May I ask what happened to your husband," Inquired Thomas. "He died," Jessica said. "As an answer to my prayer, I think. I am free to determine the course of my own life once again." Sudden realization hit Thomas but he did not let it show to her in any way. He just smiled silently to himself. That statement pretty much sealed it. Now he knew. "You mean your previous husband is dead?" "Yes," She said, not really understanding where this was going. "Your husband's death freed you to live your own life. Now you are here to see that I am feminized and abused. You will enjoy that I am forced into the humiliating ritual you had to do for your husband. You only wished that I was more manly so it could be stripped from me." Thomas's face wore a very brilliant smile as if a lightbulb just flashed in his head and a hidden piece had just fallen into place. Of course, many rich men died often. Her husband could still have been anyone, but the fact she was here. The fact that she was so happy that he was being feminized and abused by a man in the way she was, narrowed the possibilities quite a bit. It left only one option for who her previous husband was. It made him very sad that she was abused and molested. All he could say was, "I am sorry for what happened to you, Jessica. No one should be forced to marry someone they don't want to marry. Everyone should always get a choice in who to marry. It is an atrocity to take such a choice away and force it this way. I will see if there is anything that I can do for you." "Since you already know about the ritual, there's little point in explaining it now. I can see by that dark spot around your neck, it seems you two have already started. The Duke couldn't wait until tonight." Jessica giggled a little. Thomas looked down as he rubbed the dark spot on his neck. "Yeah he gave me one of these already. We started." "So what did you two do," she asked. Thomas hesitated a little, this was embarrassing. She really wanted to know. "He forced me to give him a blowjob on the way to the reception. He stopped the car and pulled my hair. He forced me to give him a blowjob like a woman. It was disgusting, then he sucked on my neck." Jessica reached out and rubbed the dark spot on Thomas's neck, marveling at it. She wore a brilliant triumphant smile on her face. It would have been hot if the Duke was seriously doing this to another man. But that was not really the case now. She didn't seriously think that the Duke was going to go through with it when the Duke told her about his plan. It wasn't that hot now. She saw the humiliation swell up in thomas as he looked down and she saw a tear threaten to fall from his eyes. "It is difficult, I know," Jessica said seeing the tear run down Thomas's face. "It was incredibly humiliating to me too. The first night was the most traumatic. He will have sex with you three or four times each night during the three nights period. This first day is just the beginning. There's much more to it." Jessica said. She knew he already knew. She almost regretted that Thomas would have to do this now. He wasn't what she expected at all. Thomas was distressed but he still know what to expect. He couldn't believe what this young woman was put through. He felt so bad for her. Now he would be doing it for his husband. He knew he would have to keep himself composed and in control over his emotions. He couldn't let the people see how humiliating and distressing it was for him. "I am just very sorry for what happened to you." Thomas said sadly. Jessica saw that Thomas was far more distressed for what happened to her than himself. "It was rough and destroyed my life. And so many men think this should only be done to women. That it should not be done to them. I was looking forward to seeing it happen to you when I thought you were a sexist man like Craig. I would have relished seeing the mans son be demeaned like this. I am not so sure now." Thomas inquired, "Do you think it is acceptable to treat a man that way?" "Its just hotter," Jessica said with a smirk. "It shows men that they are not any better than women and they can be subjected to the same things we endure for our men. And that they can be a wife. Especially for sexist men that think we should love it." He looked at Jessica and said, "It could make a man even more vicious and sexist, Jessica," Thomas pointed out. "I know a man that went through it at the hands of a powerful and sadistic Baron a few years ago. He isn't as sexist as he was. But he is full of rage, and anger. He is very vicious now. That man is cruel to those who are abusive. My point is that this should never happen to anyone." She clearly thought it would be very interesting to see what happened to that man that Thomas was talking about. Thomas looked at her, "And I assume that this will not be the only time I see you." She smiled warmly, "Of course not. I will see you a lot during the Three Nights of Consummation. I have been consulted by the Duke to assist you during this time. I am here to guide you through the consummation process. I have been through it myself. I will be here to help you after the consummation period." "I am glad you are here to help me," Thomas said to her. Not that her help was required. "I hope that I can help you, Jessica." Then Thomas said, "Jessica, I can see what your ex-husband saw in you. You are very beautiful. You have such large and lovely breasts. I only wish you met a man who would treat you better. It's never right to force a woman." She looked down and whispered, "Thank you Isabella." Thomas said, "I do see what your ex-husband saw in you. You are stunningly beautiful and I am jealous of your beauty. I can only hope that I can be as beautiful as you are, Jessica," Thomas smiled softly at her. "I will try to make tonight go smoothly for my husband." She was stunned. She turned to leave and added, "Try not to fight the Duke tonight. It will be rough on you, degrading, and probably painful if what I have heard about him is true. You will have to adapt to being in the woman's role for sex with a husband. I know that you are really a woman so it won't be a difficult transition for you to accept. I know you have already gone through the ritual lubrication during the preparation for the wedding. You were bent over in view of the bridesmaids for Leanne to lubricate your anal cavity? Didn't you?" "Yes," He hissed in anger. "I don't know why she had to do it that way with the women giggling." "It is one of the wedding rituals. The lubrication is a major part of the ritual. It is especially so in arranged marriages. They use massive amounts of lube to insure you are well lubricated for the intense sex on the wedding night. It was realized that it was better to do this to the women, because she is usually afraid. She is afraid and usually does not know the man. The unfamiliarity and fear prevents her body from functioning naturally during sex. It will prevent her from secreting the natural lubrication through the vagina. That only happens if she becomes aroused. It can be done against her will, but most men aren't willing to or knowledgeable about how a woman's body works. He will simply want to get straight to the penetration. He won't want to play with her first, kissing, soft caresses to put her at ease, or massage her vagina or licking to get her aroused. So we developed this ritual and the bridesmaids help and watch as her vagina and anus are lubricated. You just experienced it. We know your body won't naturally lubricate no matter how aroused you are. I suspect you will feel just like those women felt, hence, the lubrication ritual." She giggled to herself. "Yeah, the women watched and giggled. I understand it was the wedding ritual when she asked me if I wanted to be lubricated. The bridesmaids squealed and laughed. I was so humiliated," he looked down ashamed. I just don't know why it has to be made so humiliating. I can imagine the humiliation a man feels enduring that. The man I spoke to said it was extremely demeaning. I understood. "She was insistent, demanded humiliating answers in front of everyone. She asked if I received my enema before she did the lubrication. She enjoyed it so much. I hate Leanne." Jessica nodded in acknowledgment. "I have heard that Leanne is cold and very cruel. I was told that she cares nothing for the men she turns into wives. But I know that you really aren't a man at all," Jessica said. "I will be here to help you tomorrow and we will discuss your part in it. You will have sex with your husband tonight. You will be restrained to assure you fulfill your obligations and that and he can do his part with as little resistance as possible from you. That will formally consummate the marriage. He will formally be your husband. That act will lock you to him in marriage. "I understand. I just wish I didn't have to be restrained. I will do my part now that I know." Thomas told her. "Maybe you can talk her out of it if you are willing to cooperate with your husband tonight, but I doubt she will give in no matter what you promise. She loves her power and wont yield it to anyone. I will be here tomorrow, Isabella. Have a beautiful night with your new husband." He watched Jessica walk away showing off her gorgeous ass. It had little affect on Thomas as he was not interested in her at all. Thomas knew this night was going to be very painful. The Duke had that enormous penis in his mouth and it stretched his jaw to its limit. It was over two inches in diameter. Sex was going to be painful. He was left alone for a few minutes which he assumed Jessica was talking to Leanne. Thomas began examining the styling chair in the center of the room. He picked up one of the leather arm straps and ran his hand over them. He hooked the buckles and pulled and felt them. He knew that he would not be subjected to that. He had Leanne under his control and she wouldn't dare do that to him. But Thomas imagined the past men who totally lost control over their lives, Like Martin, who did suffer being put in the chair and restrained helplessly. Men she had totally under her control, to suffer torment and desperation at her hands. It angered Thomas so much that there was such heartless and cruel people in this world. Then his memories flashed back to when he was captured and inprisoned. His memories went back to what he suffered at their hands. They would restrain him and take their time cutting layers of flesh off of his arm and chest. They would cut him just to inflict pain. It was incredably painful and then the electrocution they inflicted on him. They attached bare copper wires to him and run electricity into his body. He woujld fighten up and shake as the current ran through him. But perhaps the most painful was breaking and shattering his bones. They would shatter his arm, let it heal and then re-break it over and over. They tried to get information on his sister and her military forces, and tried to turn him against her. He suffered months of torture, but he refused to break and he gave them nothing. He was rescued and went through more months of recovery. Then he returned to service and killed them all slowly. He endured that during the war, what hope did Leanne think she ever have of breaking him. Leanne was a joke to him. But she was not a joke to many men who were unprepared for what she was going to inflict on them. Thomas was justice for those men. And one of those men who had totally reformed his life for them, was Thomas's close friend. He was still full of rage. He joined their military and dedicated himself to justice for all of those, including himself, that suffered. Leanne had come back while Thomas was sitting in the chair, flashing through memories of what he suffered in the camp. Thomas had the arm strap in between his fingers, examining it closely. Leanne walked behind him, she assumed he was so focused on the chair he didn't hear her. She was about to announce her presence when he said, without looking back, "It is nice to see you again, Ms. Sterling." He said in a chillingly calm voice, turning his head to acknowledged her. "I had a nice conversation with Jessica. You were not going to tell me, were you?" Leanne looked down at the man sitting calmly in the chair. "What, Mrs. Cordoba?" Thomas laughed, "About Jessica. You had no intention of telling me about her?" "I don't know her. The Duke knows her and she came to help you. That's all I know Ma'am," Leanne said. "And you are a liar!" Thomas said in a tone of ice. She stepped back and Thomas saw her anger. "You had no intention of telling me that my Step father was her previous husband! She was married to my father, he abused her. That is the only thing that makes sense. I will find out how she is connected with the Duke. How that happened? And how you two know each other, but don't for a second think I will believe you two do not know each other. You and Jessica got together and planned this out on me. And you were not going to tell me." Leanne was stunned into silence as she cursed herself. She knew that Thomas was very intelligent and that he had the ability to rapidly piece together information. Thomas had to be, to become a princess and do what she did in Castile. Underestimating her would be a mistake. "It isn't my job to tell you these things Ma'am. My job is to dress you for your husband's fetishes," Leanne replied. Then she admitted, "But now, I do not know what my job is. You obviously have control here and its just a matter of time until everyone else realizes it." He smirked, "Of course. You better not tell Jessica that I know. That isn't your job either." "Yes, I will not tell Jessica," Leanne agreed. It seemed she had no problem keeping things away from Jessica, but Jessica wasn't part of her job. Thomas knew he could trust her to keep this away from Jessica, since Leanne didn't give a rat's ass about what Jessica knew. And Leanne was afraid of her now. Thomas asked, "Excuse me Leanne. Why didn't you moisturize my face before you applied the foundation?" "Excuse me, Mrs. Cordoba?" Leanne looked confused at his question. "Well, I know many women apply a moisturizer to their face before the foundation so it has a smooth surface. Why didn't you do that? I figured my face would be dry after having that on all day. Not a very good surface for a foundation." Now Leanne had a deeper suspicion. How would a guy know about this? He knew more than most guys did about makeup. "I don't think you need a moisturizer. Your skin is smooth enough. We will do it tomorrow morning." This was going to be the difficult part. Leanne was under his power and control now. She was obviously very afraid of him. But she had a job to do and had to do it, or there would be trouble. Leanne needed to proceed as if she were still in charge and following the Dukes directions. Thomas said," I need you to listen to me." Leanne turned and looked at Thomas in fear. She simply waited for him to tell her what she needed to listen to. "I understand now you want to live, and you are letting me control our interaction. Very much unlike your relationship with Martin or John, Or victor. How ever, things must still have the appearance as if you are in charge and have me under your control. At least until I am ready. So you must proceed tonight as if you are in charge. And prepare me as the Duke instructed for our first wedding night. I assume I am ready to be put in the Dukes bedroom for his pleasure tonight. I am ready for what ever is to come." Leanne understood and she went to the door and called out to the men, "We are ready." Suddenly, the two men appeared and seized Thomas by his arms. Thomas simply accepted it as they forced him out the door. He didn't struggle as they led him out of the room. He knew that this was how many other men were treated during this night and they probably were totally gripped with fear knowing what they were being led to. Thomas was engulfed with anger thinking about that. Unlike him, those men were unprepared for it and knew they were going to be sexually violated, and was helpless to do a thing about it. He turned and gave leanne the most hate filled look. She shivered as Thomas said in a very icy cruel tone, "Leanne, you will pay for what you did. I assure you of that." Leanne did not understand his anger at all. He told her to proceed as if things were normal and he was willing to accept it. Why was he so angry at her now? Thomas passively allowed the men to take him to the door to the Dukes bedroom. He knew they had a job to do. The men as they lifted Thomas up and carried him into the bedroom. They put Thomas on the end of the bed as Thomas was restrained while the other man who drove him here attached padded wrist cuffs to the bedrails securing him in position at the end of the bed. Then attached ankle cuffs to the bottom of the bedposts, to each of his ankles. He was pretty much immobile. Not going anywhere. He could kneel up and down, but he was secured in the perfect position for sex with his husband. Leanne examined his hair and legs and noticed they were all right. He glared at Leanne with the most venomous look, "So this is how those men were secured and prepared. Men like Martin and they obviously fought. They did not want a man having sex with them. It was rape. Leanne, you will pay for the suffering and pain you subjected them to. Their vengeance is coming." Thomas flashed a cruel smile at her. So that's why he was so angry, Leanne didn't understand it at all, until now. Thomas said, "Martin is my friend. I have helped him recover." Leanne just walked out with her mind full of fear now. But she really was afraid now. She saw that look of extreme hatred and she knew he was serious. She knew that this was not an idle threat at all. Thomas was the Princess of Castile, his sister was a mighty empress. She knew why this was being done and she was helpless to prevent it at all. She had to play a vital part in the process. Thomas would be able to seek revenge on her. It was not unreasonable that he could destroy her entire life. But she had no choice here. This was what the Duke demanded and she had to do it. But she was resolved to get out of here as quickly as possible. This was not a job she wanted to do with Thomas anymore. She knew with Thomas's intellect, his will, and his cunning that, Thomas as a woman, and a princess. Emilio Mendoza had been bent over on the bed biting a pillow for almost an hour how as his pretty husband wearing a blue silk nighty and a padded bra had mounted him, and driving in and out of Emilios ass as hard as he could. Emilio could do nothing, but bite the pillow and cry. His long red fingernails gripped the blankets as he bit the pillow. His Husband dressed as a woman, the Major Rafael Velasquez seemed no where near done mounting and violently fucking his ass. Emilio sobbed as he remained bent over with the vile Major behind him driving in and out as hard as possible. He had been stuck in this cruel marriage for two months with this man he had not met before, this man was very dominant transvestite. The physical pain of being penetrated by this mans nine to ten inch cock has ceased. It used to hurt and make him so sore the next day. But his ass had got used to the cruel violation by such a pretty man. But the emotional toll and the mental agony of being forcefully penetrated and violated never got easier. He was a very straight dominant man who was used to sex with women. He was disgusted by sexual contact with other men, especially being forced to be the submissive receptive parter. But he had been sold into this marriage and he wondered what caused his family to agree to sell him into this arrangement with the Major. Emilio could only guess that they were protecting their children and wanted their young kids to remain living. That would be a good motivation to agree to sign the forms condemning him to this cruel life. And Emilio used to be one of the three very powerful Dukes in a neighboring country. He was beloved by his people and had almost endless wealth and power, and now he was signed into an helpless in this unwanted marriage with a cruel heartless man. He had been being drilled for almost an hour and the mental agony of this was getting to be overwhelming and he cried out, "Major, Please Stop this. Please this is enough." He finally broke down n tears. "Shut up Emily," The Major growled. "I thought you liked pretty looking transvestites. You married one, didn't you, you faggot. You earned this land you know you deserve this life after what you did. You deserve to suffer, you sadistic pig so take it all." And the Major drove all the way in slapping his pelvis against Emilio's ass and pulling almost all the way out and slamming into him again. Humiliating and demoralizing sounds and grunts were coming from Emilio's mouth as he was being even more violently fucked and it was slamming the bed against the wall. Finally, after nearly an hour and a half, the Major drove in deep into Emilio and had a very satisfying orgasm inside of the other demoralized man and pulled out. It was massive and the ejaculation went in deep and spread its warm sickening feeling inside of Emilio. It was a disgusting experience for a straight man and he covered his face and sobbed. Emilio rolled over and cried helpless as the Major just smiled. He rolled Emilio over and looked deep into his eyes and kissed Emilio. He forcefully kissed Emilio and drove his tongue deep into Emilio's mouth. He squealed and cried at the violation. He started remembering how he ended up in this cruel marriage with this pretty man who was also a powerful major. He was married before this, with another young male transvestite. But it was not a typical marriage at all. That young man was pretty and lived his life 24 hours a day dressed as a woman and acted as a woman. But Emilio could tell that that young man was not happy with the marriage at all. He was having a hot night of hard sex with his young male transvestite wife and then the young man got very angry and they had a vicious argument when the man said he was cheating on Emilio with another man. And he said he didn't love Emilio at all and accused him of being cruel and brutal to him during sex. He went to sleep as the other man began crying and eventually fell asleep himself. Somehow he had went into a very deep sleep because he he woke up to see some other people in his bedroom. He saw some fearsome looking women in black uniforms surrounding his bed with his wife smiling in triumph. The women seized him and one of them said, "your hell is about to begin, Duke," and then he felt a sharp needle plunge into his arm and Emilio feel asleep. He woke up later and was taken out of a plane. His spirits fell as he looked up and saw the black flags waving over the airport. He was in Castile and he saw more of those military women escorting him, and the Empress's imperial guards. The Empress was there and approached him and told him he was never going to leave Castile. His people thought he was dead, and they were planing his funeral. He was dead to his coutnry. His family knew he was alive but they knew not to talk about it. They signed him into a marriage with a man. Then the Empress told the soldiers to take him to his wedding. A group of soldiers, both male and female stood off watching a small cargo plane fly overhead. They stood off from a small makeshift building that was obvious the target. One of the soldiers asked, "What is going on?" Another shrugged, "it's what we tend to call our weekly dose of total insanity. Just watch. Its crazy but it is entertaining. Watch the Major." They saw a group of solders leap off the back of the plane and plunge down. The first one to leap out, went head first and plunged down faster than any of the others. He kept going down faster and faster. The first solder to ask, asked again, "Shouldn't she pull her parachute now, shes going to fast?" The rest of the squad had pulled their parachute cords, but the leader kept plunging down. They became alarmed. She was about a hundred feet past the line which she should have pulled the cord. "Is she insane, what is that girl doing," One of the solders asked in alarm. "This is what we call our weekly dose of insanity. Some use a more American phrase, our dose of batshit crazy. But this squad is the elite, they know what they are doing. Just watch them." One of the men in the back mentioned, "I heard that woman is really a man." Another shook his head, "No way. I saw Natalia. She is no man at all. There is simply no way and you know men can are not allowed to become officers. No man is allowed in the Shadow Corps. at all. Major Natalia is no man." Another officer stepped up and commanded, "Silence. We will have no rumors about our officers." They watched the leader finally pull her cord at the very last second and her parachute opened up. "That looks too late, there's no way there's enough room to slow her down for a safe landing now," Said one of the men watching. They watched her finally descend and land into a quick shoulder roll and popped up with her rifle ready and ran into the building as the rest of her squad descended and secured the area. They heard shooting in the building as she ran through shooting the targets. She finally exited out the other side in less than thirty seconds. A higher ranked officer entered the building the examine the results. He came out with two of the targets. One of the larger ones had a bullet hole inches away from a large X. The officer told the paratrooper, "You missed the X on this one, and you shot this little girl." The officer held another target outline of a small child. "You killed one of the hostages, Major Hastings." "I am sorry for that, that little one was behind the target. I could not avoid it. I doubt it would go though real bodies." The higher ranked officer shook her head and said to the Major, "The rounds you like to use, they certainly would. You and your squad, try the exercise again." One of the men watching was amazed. "So they don't only have to shoot the targets, they must shoot specific areas of the targets on the large X, and there are ones they can not shoot?" "They are training for hostage rescue. We are all training for the invasion of Aragon." Major Natalia Hastings was standing in her bedroom hours later after a long shower. It had been a hard day of heavy training with her squad. She washed the sweat and grime off of her body from training and exercises with her soldiers she also trained. And she stood there wearing her formal officers dress uniform. She examined her body and ran her hands down her upper body and stoped at her large breasts. They weren't bad now. But, Natalia remembered being threatened by being forced to get breasts. Such a threat was frightening to her. She had a woman's form now, but it was a frightening thing years ago. She had been forced into the roll of a woman, for a horribly sick deviant man and it was demeaning. But now, this did not bother her at all. This gave her intense pride. But this life isn't to give pleasure to a vile man. Being a woman now wasn't demeaning at all. It gave her the respect and ability to pursue a career in an elite military force. And it gave her the chance for revenge against those who tried to destroy her entire life. Even now, three years later, she was filled with a rage she could barely control. She had destroyed those who did this to her. The Vargos family was totally destroyed, from their children to the parents. She only let the grand parents live to know their line was destroyed. They would have no heirs and no legacy left. Their family was destroyed. That gave Natalia immense pleasure. And now she was going to see the man who destroyed Martins very life. She went out and headed toward the Toledos forced labor camp. She went out and headed toward the Camp. Her rank let her through the front gate house and passed the security forces and into the interior of the labor camp. She was let into the front guard house and showed her rank to the officers. They asked, "What are you here for?" "I want to see prisoner 0326a1. You know him, he was a cruel Baron from Aragon. His name was Anthony." The officer nodded, "Oh him, Vargos. Sure, hes about to head into the mines. I will get him for you, Ma'am" She simply sat and waited. This was going to be very fun. About ten minutes later, they were pulling a large man in the room. The mans wearing heavy iron shackled and his arms and legs were tightly cuffed. It was clear he suffered numerous beatings. He was not the mighty man she had met before. This was a totally defeated man. He was now a slave. The man looked up through his defeated hallow eyes and bruised face in fear. He clearly did not know what to expect. Natalia figured this man would not recognize her. She said, "You forced me to become your sex slave. You forced me to become your submissive woman, I lived in fear of you for over a year as you continuously abused and raped me every time you desired. I was helpless, in fear and suffering under your cruelity. So, you wanted me to become a woman. Now look at me, I have become a woman. How do you like me now, Baron?" He looked into Natalias eyes in fear. "Is that really you, Martin," the man asked. "How is this possible. You hated being a woman and now you are here as a woman in front of me, it would be humorous, but theres nothing funny about this now. You have become a horrible and cruel woman." Natalia laughed a bitter hateful laugh. "The cruel slave master that destroyed my life, calls anyone else cruel. I am what you made me, Anthony. This may not be what you intended. You wanted a submissive woman to beat and abuse. But, look at me now. You are the slave and you will never be free again. I have destroyed you." "I remember when you met me shortly after I was captured and put here," The beaten man said. "And you said what I did was far out of porportion to what you did. I admit I was very angry at what you did to my sister that night. But I admit my reaction was too extreme. You just got a little forceful on her, but you didnt hurt her at all. She barely remembers it. What I did in my anger was extreme. But, your reaction to that was so far out of porportion to what I did. You destroyed my entire family. Every one of them over what I did. You killed them, including the children." Natalia laughed bitterly again. "So the cruel slave master does not like the slaves reaction to being enslaved, beaten and raped. And he dare calls anyone elses reaction extreme, after enslaving someone and abusing them for a year. Huh. After what you did to me, nothing is too extreme of a reaction and you have no right to object to any of the results of what you did. What you did was a horror, an atrocity. You and your family became a bunch of cruel slavers and rapists." "My sister, and her children did nothing to you," The man pointed out. "But you murdered her children in front of her eyes and condemned my sister to a slow painful death after you poisoned her. She can not have any more children, she watched you execute her children and she is slowly dying after what you did to her." Natalia smiled, "I injected her with a rapidly progressing cancer in her stomach. There's no treatment for it. She will die a painful death. She has you to thank for it. I could not allow a slavers family to abuse or rape anyone else in the future. I had to kill all of the monsters. I could not allow your family legacy of cruelty and rape to continue, Anthony. Your family will never hurt anyone again." Anthony knew that any further discussion with this woman was useless. She was totally convinced what she did was right. "So what have you come here for, Martin?" "I am here to tell you that our final revenge is about to take place. Our holy mission of reconquista is about to take place. Your homeland has made a dier mistake. They have kidnapped and captured the Empress's sister Alejandra." Natalia laughed. "And you and I both know there will be a very violent and unpleasant response to that. The full military forces of Castile are about to come to bear against Aragon. Massive military forces have been mobilized. I have had my personal revenge, but your country is about to pay for its cruelty." The man let out a bitter laugh, "You talk about cruelty. I see your uniform, Martin. The Shadow Corps whose brutality rivals the Waffan SS. And you, who invaded my home once you were freed and personally executed everyone from the guards who held you, to members of my family. My sister, her young children, and you talk about cruelty. You are the monster and you serve monsters." "This is your creation. You wanted me to become a woman. So I am a woman. You caused all of this with your cruelty. Some times, the slaves strike back at their slave masters and its rarely pretty. You enslaved and raped me for over a year. was a straight man. Well, I am now a woman, as you can see. Do you think I am sexy now, do you like me as a woman," Natalia asked in a cruel venomous tone. "No, Not at all," He replied. "Well this is what you get. You will all get what you deserve. You wanted a me to become a woman so I am a woman. You only have yourself to blame for your family's fate. So give yourself a hand. You deserve it." Then Natalia called out, "Guards, why is this man shackled? There is no reason to shackle him for me." The guard came in with a set of keys. "So he does not attack you," Replied the large guard. "It's for your safety." "There is no danger," Natalia said. "Unshackle him. I actually hope this moron is stupid enough to try to attack me. Lets see if he dares tries?" That was an order and the guard removed the mans shackles and irons and left the room. Natalya just stood there waiting. "Come on, Anthony. You were so confident before in attacking me and forcing sex on me night after night, riding my face, doing the most grotesque things to me. You and your guards, Don't tell me you are afraid of your woman now, What are you, a coward?" "I have been beaten, tortured, abused, and I have also been raped. But, I know the training you women go through and even if I could overpower and hurt you, I know I would pay dearly for it. I am beaten every night for not making my quota, you have no idea, Martin. My quota is so high that I can no longer make it, and its added to the next day which results in another beating." Natalia laughed, "I am the one that set your quota so high, Anthony. I know eventually you will be beaten to death." "I bet you were also behind having me castrated," Anthony accused. "Right? Other men aren't castrated." Natalia smiled, "They know you are a rapist and you are treated as a rapist. I made sure the most sexually aggressive guards and inmates are assigned to your section. Yes, those were my requests. Seeing you like this makes me happy. Now you know how you made me feel." "I am not stupid enough to try to attack you," Anthony said as he just stood there. Natalia just shrugged, "Fine, just stand there." Then she approached Anthony and struck him in the midsection. He gasp and nearly collapsed from the force of her strike. Then she swept his legs from under him and he fell hard. She stamped on his knee and heard a loud crack. Then she started kicking his ribs in and hit him on the jaw. Natalia was just ruthlessly beating the helpless man. She continued beating him on the ribs, the joints and some times slamming his face. He was nearly bloody by the end and she called in the guards to secure the prisoner and hold his arm out across the table as Natalia picked up a large knife. Anthony cried, "No please, don't do this Martin. I was never that cruel to you." Natalia lifted the large blade over Anthony's wrist and said, "No of course you weren't that cruel. You just enslaved me, destroyed my entire life and raped me every night for a year. That's all you did to me, right, you rapist?" Then she brought down the knife over his wrist. His hand was completely severed from his wrist and he cried out in pain, and passed out. Blood was pouring from his severed arm and all over the table." Natalia brought in the doctors to make sure Anthony didnt bleed to death. She commanded, "Hes no good for work anymore. So use him for sex and make him dress as a woman for you all. Make him experience what he did to me every night. Maybe one of the men wants to make him the wife." Natalia left the labor camp very pleased.