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Princess of Castile By Jennifer Reed Chapter 11: Retribution Valentina got in one of her family limos and was driven to a new home she purchased in Aragon's vast countryside. They were in a small town named after their first president Manuel. It was so named after their independence from Castile. Her new estate was just outside of the town. She had it furnished for her needs and was presently examining her new bedroom. Her guards were always present because she could never really feel safe here no matter how much power she wielded. She was outside of the occupied area. The area she was in now, was under the formal control of the nation of Aragon and its corrupt laws and legislature. She had the Manor changed so many of the locks could only be operated by her and her guards. Then she looked at the gate and the stone walls outside of the Manor and Valentina smiled. There would be no escape from this place unless she wished it. Her aide approached and said, "Madam, the Sterling Family will be expecting us later today. We should get going. It's still a long ride to the Sterling place." Valentina nodded and went to the gatehouse and got in her black limo and they pulled out. Valentina was smiling as they left. She really didn't expect a warm welcome from the Sterling family, Leanne's parents and relatives, but she did expect that, eventually, they would see things her way and agree to sign the forms. They would have little choice. The ride to Leanne's family's house was long and would take part of the day to get there. Valentina occupied herself by planning on how to handle the negotiations with them and their questions. How would she handle their resistance to selling their eldest daughter to her in marriage. Her mind was thinking of these things and planning on how to handle all of them. A man beside them, an attorney she hired from the capital, leaned over and said gently, "Relax, Valentina. We have handled everything. It's all set up and we made plans for everything. The negotiations will go smoothly. You know what to do and how we will handle any questions or objections they may have. It will go smoothly. They will have no choice after what you have already done. They will have to agree with you. The Sterlings will have no choice in the matter. So just relax, Valentina. It's another hour." There was another very slight problem they would have to deal with and that was her present husband, the Count De La Vega. Living in Castile, that marriage was void and had no effect on her. But she was in Aragon planning another marriage which couldn't take place until the first one was legally over. She escaped, but the marriage was still there. Of course, Valentina figured a gun to his head, work him over some, and they would have his consent for a divorce. Or she would become a widow and planning for her late husband's funeral. Either way, that marriage was going to be over today. Valentina made it to the Sterling household and they pulled up to the house. It was a large two-story house. It seemed like the income Leanne made, as well as Albert's and Elizabeth's, was able to provide for a moderately large comfortable home for their family. It was nowhere near the size of the Baron Vargos' estate, or the Count's, or even the massive Hastings Estate they purchased in the country. But it was comfortable enough for their family. Valentina got out of her car with her attorney and her guards and went up to the front door of the Sterling home. They were let in by a nicely dressed older woman who she assumed was Elizabeth, Leanne's mother, and there was Albert, her father, and the rest of the family waiting there. Elizabeth looked a lot like Leanne. There was a strong resemblance. Her face was so much like Leanne's, just a bit older. Their eyes and their facial features were very similar. There was also that supreme arrogance and need to maintain control. The idea that she was in charge and everything needed to go according to plan or else. It was an attitude that Valentina would have fun destroying today. Elizabeth started off the discussion, "This is just a giant waste of our time, Valentina. There is no way you will ever convince me to sign any forms for a marriage with my daughter Leanne. You will never convince me to do that to her. You may as well go and spare yourself from wasting any more time. I won't ever agree to such a thing." Elizabeth and Leanne were about to meet their match. Valentina's eyes narrowed and there was a fierce look in her eyes and a knowing smirk. "Oh, I think we can come to an agreement, Elizabeth. I know you will agree or we will have trouble." "You can't threaten us, Valentina." She glanced toward the black-suited guards behind her. "Threats won't get you anywhere and I won't agree to threats. This is all over as far as I am concerned. It's a waste of time." "Do you know what your daughter does for a living?" Valentina asked evenly. "Yes," Elizabeth replied firmly. "Absolutely and it has provided well for our family. I know what she does with males placed in arranged marriages. So what of it? I am not ashamed." Some of her brothers didn't really approve and looked disgusted. Especially Miles, her second brother and Jason, her youngest. "Her fetish for feminizing males may be why Miles has had such a difficult time. I guess she dressed him when he was younger. Of course, I don't expect you to care about that, Elizabeth. I know what kind of person you are." "And I know about you, Valentina. You were feminized by her and I half expected some of her former clients to come here with such an outrageous request. You are still wasting our time and should leave." "I have no intention of leaving until we can come to an agreement. I know about you too. And, I know you have been having serious trouble with the insurance for Jason's treatments, aren't you?" Valentina asked with a dark smirk. "How did you know about that?" Elizabeth asked in surprise. "Wait, that was you, wasn't it, you got them to drop Jason's coverage didn't you, you bitch?" "I won't confirm or deny anything," Valentina replied confidently. "You bitch," Elizabeth hissed. "This is no joke. Jason will die without his treatments." Valentina just smiled. "So you can plan for a funeral. Or I could cover his treatments. And a dowry of five million dollars would go a long way, wouldn't it, but you wouldn't have to use that for Jason. I would agree to cover his medical treatments out of my own pocket. Or you can plan for a funeral. The decision is yours." Elizabeth's face turned dark red with rage but she knew she had little option here as she looked into Valentina's ruthless eyes. "Fine, I will agree to your demand, Valentina. I will sign the forms for you...you sadistic bitch." "I knew we could come to an agreement," Valentina said confidently. "My signature is already on the forms as you can see. Now all we need is yours. I am happy to see you have the five required family members to make it legal." Then Valentina watched Elizabeth very reluctantly sign her name on the form. Elizabeth Sterling. Then her husband, Leanne's father, Albert. 18-year-old Miles signed next. Elizabeth's sister, Melinda, signed and then her mother, Chelsie, signed last. They had the five required signatures to determine Leanne's fate. Then they all had to sign legal affidavits assuring that they all signed of their own free will and agreed to the legal status of Leanne. Valentina signed a five million dollar check and handed it to Elizabeth, "And here is the dowry for Leanne." They gladly left the home and now she had to face her husband and sign for the divorce or plan his funeral. Either way, this marriage would be over today so they could legally file the marriage certificates and affidavits with the court to approve Leanne's marriage with Valentina. *********************************************************************** Valentina and her guards made their way to Count Diego De la Vega's vast estate and forced their way through the guarded gatehouse and pulled in front of the door. If he wasn't there now, they could wait for him. Her guards were highly trained members of the Shadow Corps. They forced their way through the door at gunpoint and held up the main guards and Valentina demanded, "Where is Diego now? Is he in the estate?" The guard shook his head, "No, he is doing his duty," he said in a voice full of fear for his life. Valentina then said, "We can wait for him. Search for the other guards and have them detained and tied up. We now run this household." Valentina's other guards gathered up the other estate guards and secured them in another room, with their hands and feet tied together and face down on the floor. Valentina just waited until nearly nightfall when the Count finally arrived. He turned into the drawing room and saw his wife there with her armed guards. All of the blood seemed to leave his face as he saw them. Valentina approached the frightened Count saying, "Now, my beloved husband. We have some things to discuss right now. Especially, divorcing me. I have the forms here for you to sign." He shook his head, "What makes you think I would ever agree to that?" he said as one of the women drew their gun and pointed it at the Count's face. "This is what makes me think you will agree," Valentina said quietly. "You want to stay alive, don't you? Or I can be a widow and plan your funeral. I don't care either way, I simply want to be a free woman here and live my life as I please. Are you going to make this difficult or simple?" He looked at her armed guards and their faces and knew they were going to really hurt him if he made this difficult. The Count nodded helplessly, "Fine, I will sign the forms setting you free." The Count signed the divorce forms as he was totally defeated. Valentina hoped he would make this more difficult so they could beat him and maybe break some bones. But the Count was a coward. Valentina turned to leave, and said, "Oh, Diego, you better get with your attorney and file these forms with the court. Or I will be back and make it a lot more painful for you. I would rather not have to return here, but I will if I have to." Then the women walked out of the door and left the estate. The BDSM community is small, but a tight knit one. Everyone knows each other, finding the Domme you want is not hard. It is a business after all, they want to be found. Locating a tall strong dominatrix blonde woman with Norse features was easy but locating the specific one would be harder. Fortunately, the name "Tabitha" helped narrow it down. Finding the woman formerly named Tabitha ended in an old club that was once a gothic night club during the start of the decade. A few questions and a little tip would gain you trust and entrance to the underground BDSM club that was the true money maker under the club. Natalia walked down the hallway, walking past women only wearing corsets that exposed their bare breasts, with nothing to cover their lower pelvis. Guests were treated to the beauty of their vaginas. Only an eye mask gave them some sense of privacy. "Whammppdd!" The sound of hard vicious swats was heard from outside of the door and then the sound of a muffled man crying in pain was heard as he entered the building alone. Natalia stood there listening to the sound of a helpless man being spanked. She guessed that was exactly what the man wanted and came here for that express purpose. Some men liked that, but she hated it and she was here for an expressly different reason. Most businesses were closed but this woman refused to shut down. This was behind enemy lines for Aragon's citizens. This was the occupied zone and Aragon's government had no say here anymore. This was occupied territory, the citizens were living behind enemy lines. As such, the Princess, her people, and that included Natalia, were the people in charge now. She was about to take advantage of his new-found power over the people. The door to the back flew open and a large muscular woman standing over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and biceps came out. Her black hair was tied into a bun in the back. Her stern Norse features were very visible now. She was wearing a tight-fitting, intimidating leather corset with spikes on the shoulders and a pair of high heeled black leather boots that went up to her thighs. She stood towering over Natalia. But Natalia showed no fear at the larger woman. Natalia stood there before the larger woman wearing a solid black military-style uniform with the distinctive symbol of the Shadows Corps on one of the collars and the Falangist pin on the other with its black background and bright red arrows crossing each other. She stood there totally fearless. Tabitha should have been afraid but she simply laughed. "I was wondering when I was going to get a visit from the fearsome Major Natalia. Don't think that I don't know who you are, Marcia or Martin. I know you have been settling scores with people involved in your marriage for years. Almost the entire Baron's family massacred, the judge who ordered your SRS, the justice of the peace who married you to him, and Lisa, that poor woman who had no idea what she was getting involved with and thought it was all so funny. She will never recover after a night with you. I have been expecting that you would dare visit me and here you are, Martin." The large woman looked down at Natalia with a sinister smile. "Don't think that uniform intimidates me at all. I know who you really are. Even if you appear totally feminine. I am just surprised that Leanne didn't recognize you. But I do." "Isn't this appearance what you all wanted, you wanted me to live as a female?" Natalia asked sarcastically. "Well yes," Tabitha admitted. "But you do it so well now that many people can't even tell you are really male under that uniform. You are so naturally female now. Only those like me who has dressed and trained men before can tell. Leanne should have known. We spoke about you before. I never expected you to pull this off so well." Natalia shrugged. "I have to appear female for my military career. It's required. Only women are allowed. I was allowed if I was willing to do this." Suddenly, Tabitha looked afraid. Natalia saw fear flash in her eyes. "You mean your uniform and rank is real. I thought it was just dress up to intimidate your victims. You mean this is real, you are really a ranking member of the elite Shadow Corps?" Tabitha said with disbelief. "Yes, The Empress herself helped with my admission into the Shadow Corps. The princess herself helped promote me to this rank. That is also why I am no longer Martin, but Natalia. I could no longer call myself Martin because I am no longer male." Her eyes flashed with cold anger as she looked up at Tabitha. Natalia saw the fear in her eyes now that she knew this was no joke. She still tried to appear dominant and asked, "So what did you come here for? Do you want discipline too? You will need to wait your turn sissy." "No thank you, Tabitha," Natalia replied laughing at her weak attempt to appear dominant. "I had enough spankings and torture on my testicles with that black spoon to last a lifetime thank you very much. I am here for another reason." She glared into her eyes. Tabitha flinched. She looked into Natalia's eyes and saw the swirling darkness and cruelty that had taken control of Martin. The hard glare and malice radiated off of Natalia. Tabitha knew what was driving Natalia now. "So now you are here for revenge, like you did all of the rest. I know what you did." Natalia replied without a hint of fear in her voice. "It occurs to me that you are very skilled at tormenting and abusing a man who is unable to defend himself. Someone who is helpless and controlled for you. You are much like those abusive men who love to beat and abuse their helpless wives. Much like the men you love working with who relentlessly torment and abuse their wives and you help them subjugate their wives." Tabitha looked down at Natalia and said, "I told you before, um, Natalia. I have no problem administering punishment when it's needed so you could learn your place. It wasn't torment or abuse." "That's how those abusive husbands who beat their wives see it," Natalia pointed out. "But the wives often see it much differently. So I really wonder how you would do against a woman who can defend herself and is very capable and trained. I suspect like those abusive men, you wouldn't do so well if the woman is highly trained to fight back." This was very odd to Tabitha. Martin was here dressed as a woman and referring to himself as one of those abused women and then saying he could defend himself. The dark look in his eye and the way he was handing himself now spoke of some high level training and a lot of repressed rage. "And I guess you think you are one of those women, Natalia," Tabitha laughed. Tabitha was still thinking of Natalia as being the man, Martin. "I am the only man ever to have been accepted into the elite ranks of the Shadow Corps. I trained with them for months preparing, I passed the trials and was accepted. I went on missions with them rescuing hostages and women captive in this hellhole, much like I was and I am thankful for being able to rescue those women from the hell they were in. And now I am here for you, Tabitha." Her smile faltered. "I am not helpless like before. None of you could handle me now. I have learned so much," Natalia said evenly. "The Shadow Corps trains relentlessly. They often encounter larger and stronger male opponents because much of the world's militaries are almost exclusively men. So we train to disable and kill them and I learned it's quite easy to kill a man. No matter how large he is. There are many sensitive and fragile parts to the human body. Killing is easy." Tabitha knew that this woman was no joke now. Natalia was deadly serious. If what she said was true about her being a member of the Shadow Corps, then Tabitha didn't stand a chance against her. Natalia saw the fear in Tabitha's eyes. Tabitha had to try. She could not helplessly let this weaker man who had been so afraid of her before, dominate her now just because he was dressed as a fearsome woman. She approached Natalia and grabbed her arm to teach her a lesson and that was about as far as she got before she cried out in pain and collapsed by something Natalia did. Tabitha didn't know what she did but it was so quick she collapsed in agonizing pain starting in her arm and running up to her chest. She found herself on the ground groaning. Natalia was standing above her. "That was a mistake Tabitha and I warned you. Your lesson starts now." Then Natalia did something else and Tabitha cried out in pain. "So what?" Tabitha asked frightened for the first time in her life. "Are you here to kill me?" "No," Natalia said, "that would be too easy. I am here to punish you for what you did to me. You won't hurt another person after this." She knew without a doubt that Natalia's hubris was more than just talk now. The way Natalia took her down spoke of some very high level and intensive training. Natalia was indeed a member of the Shadow Corps. Tabitha did not know what Natalia did to her to make her go down so quickly. Whatever she did was quicker than her eye could see, it was totally unexpected. This was not the Martin she had encountered years ago. He was so passive, so easily intimidated into compliance. Most of his resistance collapsed within days of the marriage. He still required the occasional discipline to get him to cooperate and become the feminized wife the Baron wanted. That took a little longer to do. That passive gentle Martin was gone. This was Natalia. Natalia glared down into her eyes and what she was terrifying. Natalia was totally merciless and there was an intense anger and cruelty in her. There was an intense look of darkness that swirled in her eyes. The gentle, confused man was totally gone. Tabitha knew there was no talking to this woman, there was no way anything she said now would have any impact. Tabitha knew she was helpless before this anger and her level of training. She would like to know how the women accepted Natalia in the Shadow Corps. but from his manner of dress and how she carried himself as a woman, that seemed to be the answer. It would be funny and very ironic if this were not so frightening. Of course, a woman's anger can be worse than a man's at times and women can be far more cruel. But she wasn't about to show weakness or submit out of fear to this man. She had had this man in terror before her before, willing to humiliate himself in the most demeaning ways just to avoid her punishments. How could she submit to him out of fear now? She had to try, even if she knew it was useless and would just invite his anger. Tabitha stood up to her full height, towering above the feminized man trying to regain her control over him. Hoping it would work, she snarled in her domme voice, "Nice move," Tabitha said, spitting out a bit of blood from her mouth. "Looks like you learned so-" Natalia took the small window of opportunity while blood dripped down Tabitha's forehead and down her eye to land her palm into Tabitha's jaw. A vicious series of strikes to Tabitha's body brought her down to allow her to land the side of her fist into Tabitha's windpipe, effectively leaving her choking helplessly. Another in her stomach and then her ribs and the final blow was right into her temple and her vision was blacking out. Stars were floating in her vision as she fought to regain her breath after being struck in the throat. "I was a man only attracted to women," Natalia said coldly. "I shouldn't have had to accept a man as my husband. I shouldn't have had to be a wife for him. What you did to me was very wrong. What you did to John and Victor was wrong. You abused people and now you will pay the price. You will never hurt another person as long as you live." "So what," Tabitha challenged gasping for hair, struggling to talk, "you going to kill me?" Natalia shook her head in a cruel sneer. "Death is too good for you. You need to experience what we all experience under you. And watch helplessly as your future and life as you know it is taken away from you, all hope is gone as you are enslaved." Natalia smiled and went to a side door and opened it. She said cruelly, "You may come in now, Madam Wonbozi. Your new servant is ready." A large imposing woman walked in, wearing some sort of military uniform from her own nation. She was clearly of African descent and her servants actually seemed afraid of her. She looked like she had a vicious temper. Madam Wonbozi spoke in a very heavy African accent. "Is this the bitch?" she asked, looking at the woman collapsed on the floor. Two smaller male servants followed her wearing military style fatigues. They looked at Tabitha. Madam Wonbozi said, "She will do just fine." She looked at her servants and said, "I accept her. Take her." Tabitha asked in a defeated shaky voice, "Who are these people you are giving me too?" "This is Madam General Wonbozi and they serve their queen. They are struggling to build a matriarchy in their central African nation much like Castile is. After centuries of male dominated oppression, the women are fighting back and have had much success." Tabitha glared up at the General and demanded, "If you want female empowerment, why do you have a problem with what I did to these men?" The Madam General replied harshly, "Because you subjugated those men for other men. Not for women. You worked for brutal men and just helped reinforce the male power structure over women. You betrayed our sex. Silence the bitch!" The General looked at Natalia and said, "Thank you. We will train this bitch well. My friend is ready to meet the other bitch you want to disappear. Valentina has agreed to change her contract for the bitch. My friend is Madam Amber, a personal representative to the queen. Valentina likes her and has agreed with Amber. Valentina thinks this is greater justice to that woman who hurt her." Her servants taped Tabitha's mouth shut and carried her out of the door. She was tied up and on a plane headed for central Africa within the hour. Walking away from the underground bondage club undetected was easy as all the clients wore large coats and black sunglasses and, most importantly, they all looked away. Natalia had no trouble getting into the passenger side of the black Mercedes that conveniently pulled up as soon as she stepped out on the sidewalk. "Did you take care of what you needed to?" asked the driver wearing a solid black military uniform. "Yes, I took care of what I needed to do," responded Natalia as she flipped through her phone's various photos of a nude Tabitha tied up with a pink dildo securely tied to her mouth. Natalia left Tabitha's place very satisfied and went to Leanne's place a little later. She entered the darkened house and waited for Leanne's arrival. She heard Leanne pull in and enter about an hour later. Natalia turned on the living room light and smiled. "Welcome, Leanne. I have been waiting for you." Leanne jumped and looked over to see a woman dressed in black, smiling at her cruelly. Leanne knew this woman could do anything she wanted to her with the powerful allies he had now. Leanne recognized this woman from the banquet. This was Natalia, formerly known as Martin Hastings. But there wasn't much of the gentle, naive man left. Natalia was a cruel and merciless spirit of vengeance coming for her. Leanne was frightened. "Because of you, I suffered continuous rape, derogation and my entire life was destroyed by you and your friend the Baron Vargos," said Natalia darkly as she stood there facing Leanne. "And you said I should accept it, because somehow the Baron became my husband whether I liked it or not. I had my obligations to him and he had his rights. You said." Natalia continued to approach her slowly. Leanne backed away in fear. "He was your husband, he had a husband's rights over you, um, Natalia. None of you can understand how our culture sees this. He was your husband and had a husband's right. You don't have that right over me. I am not your wife." "I never accepted him as my husband," Natalia said quietly. "I never consented to the wedding, I never accepted it, signed anything and no one even asked me or told me of it. It just happened and I was expected to accept it, or else. And even if I did sign my consent to it, no husband should ever have that kind of power over his wife. Such a thing is a violation of a person's human rights. That's why Castile abolished such things." Leanne laughed bitterly and said, "Actually, Natalia, in your new nation, the wife holds all of the power over the husband's life. Men have almost no control over their lives. It's ironic that a man like you could work for and actively support such a nation." Natalia violently grabbed Leanne's arm and shoved her down to the floor. She stood over Leanne with a horrifying evil smile. "I have the rights over you all as a commander in the Shadow Corps. Commander of the occupying forces. And I have a victim's right to extract vengeance for a life that was destroyed. For all I suffered because of you. I do have the right." Then Natalia pulled her hand back and viciously slapped Leanne across the face, causing her to cry out in pain. Leanne was frightened and it was so odd. She knew this was the man named Martin. But there was little left of the man she encountered many years ago. This was a man with little masculinity left. He was totally dressed as a woman, he moved like a woman and he seemed like a very vengeful woman standing over her. Leanne understood why the women of the Shadow Corps accepted Natalia so well. This was a vengeful woman on a mission. Natalia pulled her up to her feet and glared into her eyes with an evil smirk. "Tonight, Leanne, you will begin to experience what I experienced every night for over a year. Tonight will be a small taste of what I endured because of you." Natalia flashed an evil grin and said, "And it will only be the beginning." Leanne trembled, guessing that Natalia was going to sexually assault her in the way the Baron had done to Natalia. Leanne was confused when Natalia headed for the front door and opened it. Leanne despaired when she saw a large imposing woman walk in followed by other women who appeared to be servants. The large imposing woman looked very accustomed to great power. The woman was clearly of African lineage. The woman's body was rippling with powerful lean muscular power. There was an evil, cruel look in her eyes as she glared at Leanne and smirked. "Is this the package?" the woman asked Natalia. Not even regarding Leanne as human. She was a package. Natalia nodded. "Yes. This is Leanne Sterling. Leanne, this woman is Amber, she is a high-level dignitary to the African queen. She wants a personal sexual servant and we negotiated for that person to be you and your family agreed. They will never have to worry about money again. Your younger brother will have no problem getting the expensive medical treatments he needs to survive. The Queen agreed to pay for it." Amber asked, "Can we try it out for a night, before I take it to our homeland?" Natalia nodded her agreement and Amber dragged Leanne into her bedroom with the other women and slammed the door. Natalia didn't know what was going on in Leanne's bedroom, but she often heard Leanne crying and screaming no. She could hear Leanne's muffled pleading and begging and Natalia could only guess Leanne's face was being smothered by Amber's vagina. The thought was very pleasing for Natalia. Leanne was beginning to experience the helplessness she often imposed on the men. Everything was quiet by the next morning. Amber walked out of the bedroom with a shaking and very tightly bound Leanne following behind. It was evident that she had been used all night. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face was slick covered in a layer of pungent thick female ejaculate. Her face was bruised from being pounded by Amber's vagina most of the night. The haunted look in Leanne's eyes spoke of much trauma and it was only the beginning for her. Natalia knew that feeling well, having experienced it herself many nights. She looked about like that after the second night with the Baron. Leanne had thought nothing of it. Amber said confidently, "She will make a good servant after some training." Leanne begged, "Please, Martin, I mean Natalia, don't let them take me! Please?" Natalia laughed cruelly, enjoying Leanne's pleading. "I remember begging you during the preparations for my marriage. You said I had to do it because someone agreed to do this to me. Don't expect any help from me after what you did to me." "But that was a marriage your family agreed with," Leanne protested. "This is something totally different." "Your family agreed with this. I saw the signatures," Natalia said with a smirk. "They will never have to worry about your brother's treatments again. As for the marriage, what I was in was no marriage. I was simply his slave. He never loved me, and I hated him. We all know the Baron simply wanted to hurt me. It was no marriage. It's actually offensive to call such a thing a marriage. He just abused me for a year. So now, enjoy your life with Amber. And don't worry, I know you are straight. Amber will provide men for you. You will get lots of big cocks shoved down your throat so you won't have to worry about that." Natalia wore a huge smile of triumph, contemplating Leanne's future. As Leanne was being taken out of the door by her new owner, Leanne tried one time to save herself. "Natalia, your friends, the Princess, Elsa, those people are very brutal. You have allowed your rage to cloud everything and you have no idea what those monsters are planning for this country. Just because of what happened to you, you are helping them subjugate the entire country and you think you will be rescuing people. They will enslave us all." "They all deserve it," Natalia replied. "Especially you." "Natalia," Leanne said darkly. "You are a monster." "Thanks to you. You created me," Natalia replied and walked out of Leanne's house. Natalia still wanted to personally see Jessica Kendall but she lived outside of the occupied zone. Aragon's government still controlled a vast portion of the country but that problem was about to be solved very soon and Castile was mobilizing hundreds of thousands of troops for this upcoming operation. Vivian had recovered and was ready to be released from the hospital. There was a knock on the door and Natalia let herself into the room. She was smiling happily at seeing Vivian. Vivian returned Natalia's smile as they held each other. "Natalia," Vivian said with a smile, "That uniform looks really good on you." Natalia was wearing the black uniform of the Shadow Corps with their insignia on her collar. Natalia quipped embarrassingly, "Thanks. It doesn't really fit. It's a woman's uniform." "I can tell it's designed to fit a woman's form," Vivian responded. "But you are the only man in the entire branch. That is still very impressive and you are a Major and in the elite division. The uniform still looks good though. You shouldn't be embarrassed that you are wearing a woman's uniform. And it does fit your form nicely." "I don't have the hips for these women's pants. I don't have the narrow waist to fit in the top very well. I do have the bust for the extra room on top. I also have to wear a dress skirt at times," Natalia said as she looked down in shame. "But still, I wouldn't give this up for anything. I really feel like I belong and I have done much good in the Shadow Corps. I do love it." Natalia had done a lot of good things in the service. But Vivian was sure wearing the officer's dress uniform was embarrassing to Natalia as a male. "I am told I will have to wear the official dress uniform for this mission too. It's just the standard dress uniform for a Shadow Corps Officer," Natalia said to Vivian. Vivian figured it was embarrassing for Natalia and might bring up some bad memories of being forced to crossdress. Natalia seemed reluctant even to speak about wearing the uniform, but unlike before, this brought her pride and respect. Natalia seemed to be proud of her achievement of being accepted and being a ranking member of a military unit only open to women. "Princess Alejandra is still in recovery," Vivian said. "Her procedure was very successful. I heard she is as pleased as I am." "I must say you also look very good, Vivian," Natalia complimented her and she glowed with joy. "You are even more beautiful now." Vivian hefted her enlarged bust in both hands and said, "The women of my family are really stacked on top. Now I look much more like the woman I was meant to be. They really didn't have to change my genetic codes to get enlarged breasts. They were already there and simply needed to be activated to grow to a double D cup. My aunt has an E cup, my mother has a double D cup. They both have trouble finding bras in their size or clothes to fit on top." Vivian struck a proud, sexy pose. Natalia could see that Vivian was very happy with her transformation and so was he. Then Natalia remembered how close she came to having this done to her. Natalia asked, "Can we go see the Princess?" "Not right now, her sister is in there with her at the moment. But she will want to see us soon. I am sure she is interested in my results." While they waited to be able to see the Princess, Vivian signed her release forms. Then they sat with the many other guests also waiting to see the Princess. During Natalia's time there, she started thinking about the mission to the United States and she realized she would have to remember English. She had been here in Castile and Aragon for so long now, that speaking Castilian was second nature by now. She spoke Castilian Spanish full time. She remembered English, but it would be a little difficult to speak again. One of the crimson-uniformed imperial guards to the Empress walked into the waiting room and said, "The Empress is now allowing visitors. You may all enter and visit Princess Alejandra but be mindful that she is in recovery." They all stood and followed each other into the Princess's large recovery room. Her sister, Elsa stood beside her with her personal imperial guards nearby. The Princess looked helpless at the moment, which was deceptive. She was little more than twenty years old but had accomplished so much. She personally changed the entire empire almost on her own to get her sister crowned Empress. She personally led the forces during the Civil War at sixteen. Natalia wondered how a sixteen-year-old girl could ever lead a nation's military forces and how they could respect a teenager enough to follow her orders. Alejandra managed to do it though. Alejandra must have an iron will, be extremely intelligent, and an expert at military tactics. She also performed enemy interrogations on her own and always got the information she wanted. All of this at sixteen. Natalia wanted to laugh, some dumbass Duke thought he was strong enough to make the princess submit to his desire. What a laugh that was, Natalia wished she could have been there to see it. Unknown to the Duke he was giving Alejandra exactly what she wanted. Natalia had broken within days. The Empress announced to all of the guests, "Welcome Archduchess Knox, Valentina, Baron Hastings, Rose, Carol, and Jeanne. I am so glad so many are concerned with my sister's recovery. I am proud to announce that news of my sister's transformation at the orders of the Duke has gone out to all of the Empire. All of the nobles from Castile, Leon, Galicia, Toledo, Granada, Valencia, and Barcelona are all in mourning for their lost Prince Alejandro. But every noble is willing to proclaim their loyalty and acceptance of their Royal Princess Alejandra. Alejandra is doing very well and she announces she will be released tomorrow and that you will all depart on your mission to the United States." Then the Empress narrowed her eyes at Natalia and said, "Baron Hastings. You should have worn your officer's dress uniform for a personal audience with the royal princess." Natalia admitted she should have and bowed her head. "My apologies, your Majesty. I should have worn my dress uniform to see the Princess. I will wear it for the mission to America. I know we must make a good impression." Elsa smirked, knowing full well how embarrassing it would be for Natalia to wear the formal dress uniform. The military officer's uniform was designed for women, officer's positions were only open to women, especially in the Shadow Corps. Natalia, being biologically male despite living as a woman, and being an officer in the Shadow Corps, was unique. And would have to wear a woman's uniform. The Shadow Corps only had uniforms for women and they had no intention of designing another uniform for men. Natalia would have to accept wearing a woman's dress uniform or leave the military service. She had no intention of leaving at all. She loved serving in their military. It gave Natalia the respect and ability she wanted and she did very good things. The women in the Shadow Corps admired her ability in wearing the dresses and blending in with them with no problem at all. She would wear the dress uniform, style her hair, do her nails, and keep her body hair to a minimum just like the other women did to blend in as best as she could. The women admired the effort Natalia went through for their respect and acceptance. Alejandra motioned for Natalia to approach her bedside. Natalia did and knelt in her presence. The Princess said softly, "Natalia, I know this is a difficult life for you. I understand you are a man and find it very difficult and humiliating to dress as a woman for us. I am impressed by your total willingness to do so and I doubted you would be able to do it at first. I also know what we are asking will be the most difficult of all. Dressing for your own country and in the presence of those who persecuted you. But if you do this, it will solve many of our problems and I think they will listen to you more than us. So Natalia, if you do this for us, I will promote you to the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Shadow Corps." Natalia wondered about her rapid progress through the ranks, quicker than anyone else. She was made a first Lieutenant immediately upon joining the Shadow Corps. She went through the standard training of six months before being accepted and she entered as a commissioned officer, first Lieutenant. Then after a few very high-risk rescue missions in Aragon, she had been promoted to captain. Natalia had gone from a civilian to being a captain in less than a year. She had then entered the elite division of the Shadow Corps and their lengthy and grueling training that rivals training for the Seals in the United States. Upon passing the training and the trials, she was made a Major. And now she was being offered a promotion to Lieutenant Colonel. And she had been in the service for only about three years. It typically took around two decades to reach that rank. "Natalia, you are totally exceptional. You have gone so far beyond anything we could have ever hoped for. You went out of your way and put yourself at extreme risk to rescue women being held hostage in Aragon. You earned the near fanatical respect of the squad you are leading when we though they would hate being led by a male. You go through a lot of effort to present yourself as female for your squad's acceptance. You formed a sisterhood of support and respect with the women you lead. Add to that your accomplishments in the United States. Standing in front of Congress recounting all that happened to you in detail and standing up to those who tried to demean you. Fighting for your company and punishing those who had sent you away. You earned all of our respect and have exceeded our expectations. That's why we promoted you so fast. That's why you were made Baron. You earned that. You earned each and every rank and medal." Natalia bowed her head. "Thank you, your Royal Highness. I won't disappoint you. I just think John will probably laugh when he sees me." "I highly doubt John will laugh when he sees you in your officer's dress uniform. I don't think he will laugh at all," Alejandra said seriously. Yeah, Natalia had to admit to herself. Wearing the dress uniform with the badges, the insignia, and the rolls of ribbons on her chest. John may initially think it is humorous for Martin allowing himself to be so feminized into Natalia, but the uniform and her status will be no laughing matter. This was really no joke. And John would probably kick himself because he was one of the people who made all of this possible. The feminization in the first place allowed Martin to merge with women so well. He related to them on a level that few men could ever do or want to. Martin, now Natalia, did it effortlessly and it endeared her squad to her, gaining also their loyalty in ways that few female commanders could ever hope to have with theirs. The Princess suspected that Natalia's suffering and lessons as a woman she had endured under his imposed husband had a lot to do with it. She dismissed Natalia and asked Vivian to step forward. Vivian stood by Alejandra's bedside with a glowing smile. Alejandra smiled, "You look better than ever, Vivian, and I am highly impressed with what you are willing to do. I can see you asked for extra large breasts. Those are very impressive and I am sure it will attract a lot of male attention." Vivian nodded her acknowledgement. "I was told that the doctors didn't have to change much to grow my large breasts. The women of my family all have large breasts. The doctors merely had to activate the genetic codes to cause them to grow. I now look like a woman and I have no male parts anymore. I am what I was always meant to be. And you look beautiful too, Princess. But you always looked beautiful." The beautiful Princess laid there recovering, now having a real female form. Not that she didn't already from the years of taking underground and unapproved hormones to achieve a female form. But it was now for real and forever. And, while the small breasts the Princess had before were barely noticeable, the ones she had now were very noticeable. They weren't as large as Vivian's double D cups, but they were there and very respectable. She was unmistakably a woman. Alejandra said with a slight girlish giggle, "Yes, thank you Vivian. And now the doctor says we will have to concern ourselves with a woman's monthly cycle. Something we never had to worry about before. So as women, we better prepare for it or we will be very sorry. It will come whether or not we are prepared for it." Elsa standing in the back laughed out loud at that. She had lived as a woman all her life and knew those frustrations since puberty. "Yes indeed, you will need to prepare for 'THAT'. Oh, what fun. You think it will be so delightful, you have serious pains, cramps and it can get messy. And frustration waiting for you." Elsa laughed. These new women didn't have a clue what they had signed up for. She was glad she was there to help guide them through it all and she would make sure her sister was prepared for it. Then Elsa approached Valentina. She also had had some work done, but she had the least done. Most of making her a woman was already done. There was one little useless thing to remove from her body to make the transformation complete. "How do you feel, Valentina?" "The final part of my masculinity was finally removed. Not that I had much left anyway, so it was no great loss. My masculinity was taken from me years ago and this is my life now. But still." "I know," Elsa said comfortingly. "Everything is set up to repay those who did this to you. You can personally thank them for this. You have shown yourself to be a very strong woman and I hear you already received praises as a new cadet in the Shadow Corps. I am impressed. And you have two older sisters to help you whenever you need it." "They are on assignment," Valentina replied. "But I am thankful for them." Then Elsa said loudly to all in the room. "And now, the Princess needs to rest and recover. Go home, relax, and prepare. Tomorrow, you depart for the United States." At the Capital of Aragon, President Manuel Perez sat at the head of a large conference table. He looked around the table at Count Martinez, who was the new Minister of Defense after the Duke had vanished, Baron Diaz, Perez's aide and adviser, Count Hernandez, the Minister of the Interior, and Count Rodriguez, the leading general of the armed forces. The looks they returned showed that they were concerned about what was happening in their country. The president began the meeting, "We are here to decide what steps we can take now. The fascist empire of Castile has landed an occupation force on the eastern tip of our island and it's clear they are not finished yet. We know they plan to expand their zone of control to all of our island. We need to plan and decide what we can do to fight this and what our capabilities are now. Martinez, can you tell us about our present strategic options now and our situation with your forces?" Martinez replied, "Our options are extremely limited at this point. Our entire navy was destroyed in a single night in what was like the battle of the Philippines' sea. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Our air force was destroyed also. It was like the great Marianas turkey shoot. Our pilots were untrained for combat even though they were flying the most advanced fighters on the planet. All we have left now is our five army divisions totaling about 20,000 men that are to defend their section of our nation. The sixth division that was stationed on the eastern tip was destroyed during Castile's invasion. The remaining divisions won't be able to fight Castile's army when it comes. They are ill equipped and ill trained and, since we have lost air superiority, they can be bombed from the air. Our air defenses are all knocked out. I am open to any suggestion but I don't see any way now." General Rodriguez spoke up, "The army divisions we have left on the island can easily be overwhelmed and defeated on their own. And they can't really fight Castile's divisions of equal numbers as we saw, our sixth division was totally destroyed with hardly a fight. We don't have many options left, thanks to that stupid Baron Vargos and his idiocy. We never expected to have to defend ourselves, with the American Fifth fleet stationed right off our shores with two carriers. "Because of that Hastings guy and the idiot Vargos family, the Americans were pissed and their fleet simply sat there and watched as Castile destroyed a majority of our military assets. So now we have only a few options left and nothing can really change the eventual outcome of total defeat. Our first option is to disband our divisions and order them to do insurgent strikes like guerrilla tactics. Hit and fade attacks and stay hidden to harass the enemy forces and make things difficult for them. That's one option, and our second option is to call our divisions all here to fortify the capital. Castile will come here sooner or later. Fortify the capital and make it very difficult for them. They won't be able to take the capital without a serious fight. Those are the only options I see." The President's Adviser, Baron Diaz, spoke up in a very sad tone trying to get these people to understand the scale of the threat they were now facing. "The problem is that because of some aspects of our culture and laws, that Castile barely even sees us as human. Some of you were there when their Empress visited us. She regarded us as dogs, subhumans. That's what we are in their eyes. And they have rescued men and women from our nation and those victims taint how they see us. They rescued a man who was being forced to be a woman in a marriage about two years ago. That man is full of rage and has an army behind him and he swore to return. He actually has returned and he plans on wrecking his vengeance on our people. They will not distinguish between the innocent and the guilty and neither will Marcia after what he suffered in our country." The General still thought of Marcia as a joke after what he saw in the headlines and the gossip paper about him which just angered the adviser even more. "Marcia is no joke now. She has renamed herself Natalia and pretty much lives full-time as a woman. She is indistinguishable from a genetic woman. Natalia is a woman full of rage on a mission of revenge. She's a highly skilled assassin and special forces soldier now. On one of her first missions here, she invaded the Vargos estate by herself, and killed each and every guard in the manor, very slowly. Natalia took her time hacking pieces of flesh off of their bodies one at a time, until they died. It was very bloody and gory when the police examined the scene. The Baron was already dead, but Natalia found the Baron's sister and her family. She executed the sister's two children in front of her eyes and then killed her and her husband. Natalia left the Baron's parent's alive to suffer, knowing there would be no more legacy for the Vargos family. They would have no heirs, no family legacy. They were finished. "There's no way to prevent what is coming," the Adviser kept talking. "Those are both very poor options, but it is all we have left, thanks to our own stupidity. Both of those options will invite savage reprisals against our people. Fortifying the capital with 20,000 troops seems good. But we will still be defeated, and won't stop Castile from mercilessly shelling and bombing the capital into a smoking ruin much like Berlin was after the war. Tens to hundreds of thousands of civilians will die in that battle. "The only sensible option now is to give up and save what we can. Nothing can change the outcome now. We will be defeated, there's no way we can fight them and, perhaps, we deserve it all," Baron Diaz said sternly. "We were given countless chances to change our cruel laws that allowed people to be bought as property and enslaved to another's will. That court case years ago, we should have abolished those laws, but you all refused. Then Hastings was taken, followed by Knox. That hurt our alliance with the United States and made them totally unwilling to defend us. Can't blame them after abducting their citizens. "Then that idiot Duke took Castile's Princess, the Empress' sister. How stupid can you all be? We deserve this, we can fight it, but it will only invite more harsh reprisals against our civilian population. Not that any of you care about that little thing." The General spoke up again, "That is part of our culture and how we live. We saw what happened to Castile when their empress abolished the laws and changed their society. Their Empress plunged her nation into a full scale civil war that cost the lives of millions of civilians. "She was allowed to change those laws only by executing a number of prominent nobles in what they often call the second night of long knives, and elevating women to those positions and previous victims gave her the power to abolish those laws and change society. And it cost them so much that some areas of Leon and Granada still haven't fully recovered from the war. We don't want to go through that." The adviser retorted, "Only because many of you would violently oppose such changes. It wouldn't be like that if you wanted to do what was right and abolish slavery here." "It's not slavery, they are arranged marriages," the Minister of Interior said. The General said, "And we saw what they did. We don't want that society where all men do is obey and are barred from most positions of power. We don't want that here and we will resist with all we have left." "Men can have power there," the adviser stated. "We have seen what Hastings has become. He has become a full officer in their elite military divisions with hundreds of soldiers following him. If a man shows he's loyal and worthy, he can lead." The General laughed bitterly. "Yeah, he only obtained that power by allowing himself to be dressed as a woman for them and merging with the female leadership as one of their own. Huh. And he can do that because of the late Baron Vargos here and given him extensive experience in being a woman. That's the only reason." "Maybe," The Adviser responded. "And now he is here with his soldiers to thank us for it all, personally. And Castile's officials have a long list of names of people to round up when the time comes. And we see they are building enormous concentration camps in the area they now occupy and are ready to expand. They have mobilized more than a hundred thousand more troops on the mainland of Castile." Their president said, "Okay. Our options are very limited. We will gather what forces we have left and fortify the capital. We will be defeated, the forces will be overrun but not without a fight. We can make it very costly to them." The adviser said sadly, "No it won't. They won't even have to use their soldiers to overrun ours. They will simply bomb the capital into oblivion." The doctors felt that Princess Alejandra Primo De Rivera had reached the point in her recovery that she could be released. Since her husband was nowhere to be found and she had her own people escorting her, she was finally released from the hospital on her own and went out to meet her sister and her personal imperial guards. The Empress made it a point to meet the doctor personally and inform her that she was finished as a doctor. The doctor did good work, but she was very unethical, so her license was revoked and her credentials as a doctor were removed. She wasn't happy about it, but she wasn't about to argue the point with the Empress herself. Especially not after being threatened to be arrested and taken to a Castile labor camp for the rest of her life. But being a Doctor was all she knew how to do, she had studied nearly a decade to get the education required. What was she supposed to do now? The Empress and the Princess didn't care. They simply informed her that her behavior as a doctor led to this point. She was finished. The princess walked out of the hospital with her sister. They met up with Natalia and her new girlfriend Vivian and Valentina was there with Carol. They were all kneeling in respect for their Empress and for their Princess. She noticed that Natalia was wearing her officer's dress uniform that included a women's dress skirt and black heels. Her surgically augmented bust stood out more predominantly, and she had on some makeup that feminized her appearance even more. Natalia's hair extensions that were done in some elaborate updo style and her fingernails were polished. Alejandra often went all out when it was required and so did Natalia. The Princess still saw the confusion in Natalia's eyes that said she was unhappy having to become a woman for her career, but the Princess also saw a look of pride hidden behind it all. Unlike when she was required to crossdress and appear as a woman before, this was the life Natalia chose of her own free will. Natalia insisted and chose to join an all- female military unit. She knew it would require her to present as a woman and she did it. When Alejandra first accepted Martin as part of the Shadow Corps, Alejandra had little hope it would work out. Alejandra was only going to promote him as far as needed to achieve her political goals. Martin was a victim of Aragon and accepting him in an elite military corps would send a good message in that they were giving him a chance. From what she had heard of Martin, Alejandra had little hope it would really work. She expected the women under his command to resent him and disrespect him. She expected him to not really cooperate with the requirements and do only as much as needed to pass, but nothing more than that. Alejandra found that she was one hundred percent wrong. Martin's sexist and slightly misogynistic attitude was totally gone. He respected the women he commanded. And to her utter shock, they came to respect him and he had a leadership style that really endeared the women to him in ways she never thought possible. He fully became a woman named Natalia and even had his name legally changed in Castile to reflect that. The women gravitated to Natalia and helped her. Natalia went beyond what was required in order to merge with the female command structure of the Shadow Corps. Natalia totally presented as female and went through a lot of effort as many women do to beautify themselves. Natalia also never failed a mission. Natalia put herself at risk to protect the women under her command. She put herself at risk to rescue women she was sent to save and all of that endeared Natalia to the women she commanded even more and she did everything possible to help them. It all bewildered Alejandra. Where was this sexist misogynist that didn't give a damn about women's suffering at all, and only cared for himself? Where was that man she heard so much about? Where was Martin? But this was one time she was happy to be wrong. Accepting and vouching for Martin had not been a mistake. She told the group to rise and looked at Natalia and complemented her, "You have never let me down. You look good, Ms. Hastings. Now let's prepare for our mission. Our flight to New York is waiting." They all filed into an over-sized limo with the princess's personal seal of a solid black eagle holding the seal of the Castile Empire and the red crossed arrows on the door. They were taken back to the airbase that Natalia had helped capture during their initial paratrooper assault. They all saw a private 767 waiting for them to board. It was the Princess' private state aircraft she used on official duty like diplomatic visits and missions. The princess led them on-board and the door shut. She gave orders to take off and the aircraft sped down the runway and took off into the sky heading to LaGuardia airport in New York. They settled into their seats and prepared for the nearly six-hour flight to New York. Many of them lay back in their seats to sleep. Valentina didn't and neither did Natalia. Sleep tended to bring up traumatic nightmares of what happened to them. Natalia wondered about her girlfriend Vivian. Vivian suffered longer than Natalia did in her marriage and was more extensively feminized. Vivian was feminized to the point that it was impossible to live as a man. Natalia could live as a man if she chose to, but she wanted a military career in the Shadow Corps. Unlike Natalia, Vivian desired the feminization and made the best of it while it was a humiliating and demoralizing nightmare for Natalia during her marriage. Maybe that made the difference, but Vivian was still abused relentlessly. However, Vivian laid her head on a pillow and went to a peaceful sleep for the next six hours. Valentina stayed awake also. She had not wanted the feminization and reacted to it much like Natalia did, but unlike Natalia, she wasn't spared the most radical forms of feminization. Valentina suffered the worst and the longest. Her marriage went on for five long years. And her body was totally transformed into a woman during that time. Natalia wondered about that. That fate had been planned for her as well. Her husband, the Baron Vargos, had intended to totally transform her into a woman in the end to let her go. The laws stated that a sex change invalidated the marriage contract, if it was to be a same sex marriage. Transforming her into a woman would invalidate the marriage, so Natalia would be released and would not have to be divorced. Of course, that meant no alimony or anything, which is exactly what the Baron intended all along. But Valentina's sex change was done near the beginning of their marriage and they had remained married. That confused Natalia. But Valentina still kept her penis even if it was totally non- functioning. Natalia was not aware of that. Natalia did know all of the passengers on the plane had suffered enslavement and there were roughly an equal number of women to men onboard. Even if women suffered this far more than men. That was something that really bothered Natalia now, when it didn't bother her before when she lived as a man. And she devoted her life to rescuing women and that's why she wanted to join the Shadow Corps. Natalia knew why she was chosen to suffer and she knew why the women in her life totally reveled in her humiliation as a man. She knew she had become a total misogynistic asshole in her previous life, that the women including her ex-wife loved seeing her demeaned. But it still wasn't right. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. But she still understood and she resolved to correct that attitude and make a change. Perhaps she went too far in changing, she thought sardonically to herself. Totally transforming herself into a woman like this, for the acceptance and support of the other women. It worked and these women would never let anyone harm her. But was this too far? Then she thought, 'no it wasn't too far'. While the old Martin would have found this totally demeaning and humiliating, Natalia didn't think it was demeaning to her at all to dress and act as a woman in these instances. She wasn't doing this for the sexual desires of another man, she wasn't being made to be submissive to anyone else's sexual desires. This empowered her far beyond anything she was capable of in her former life. This was being done so she could help free people. No, this is not demeaning in any way. This was a gift and a great honor that had been bestowed on her by her sovereign empress, that the Empress wouldn't think of bestowing on any other man. Natalia was in a place where men were forbidden. She had turned her suffering and humiliation into something empowering. Natalia was so grateful for this honor that if it required her to dress herself as a woman, then she would do it. She knew that her willingness to go this far in this new life was shocking and surprising to the Princess who never expected this. The other honor was being named the Baron of the Vargos Barony. Only women could hold noble titles in Castile. But the Empress had bestowed this title on her, they only had to land and claim it for her and now she was in charge of the Vargos Barony and its people. Most of the Vargos family had been wiped out. Their fortunes were gone, now in Natalia's hands. Alejandra also stayed awake. She remained in contact with her sister and her advisers and was making plans for the upcoming meeting with Richard Stone. He was expecting them at his corporate headquarters and was honored to be having a personal meeting with a foreign princess. He was told that this meeting was vital for the future of his company. He was expecting them in Washington. They were only landing in New York to meet another man with personal experience in these types of marriages. She also kept her eye on Natalia and wondered about her. Natalia seemed accepting of the lifestyle that they were imposing on her. She was much more accepting of this than the feminine lifestyle the sadistic Baron Vargos wanted to impose on her. Alejandra saw the burning hate in Natalia's eyes that never left her. There was immense seething and pulsing dark hatred in Natalia's eyes. It was a cruel darkness. That seething hatred allowed her to excel in her missions and her squad were very devoted to her. But Alejandra worried about putting Natalia in this mission and Alejandra knew she would have to keep a close eye on Natalia. Alejandra knew about Natalia's history with the other man, John. Alejandra thought it was possible that Natalia might turn violent and attack John. They had a very unpleasant history together. Natalia hated that man and with good reason. Stripping John of his assets and blackmailing John to turn over his inheritance to Natalia might not be enough payback for her. Alejandra considered John also vital to this mission, if John was willing to help them with Richard. So far, he seemed willing. The Princess saw that both Natalia and Vivian held a very deep hatred that burnt in their eyes. While the rest of the victims on the flight held anger at specific people who abused them, Natalia and Vivian held a hatred for the entire country and the system that allowed them to be trapped in a relationship they never agreed to. Natalia and Vivian had tried to get help, they tried to run away only to be recaptured by the police and returned. Both of them were told by police and attorneys there that they could not get help, they had no right to leave and none of the police or anyone showed the slightest bit of sympathy for what they were suffering. Natalia spoke of a bitch at the police station named Sarah Thomson, some attorney who had fun mocking and belittling her at the police station when she tried to escape and showed her no understanding or sympathy whatsoever. Natalia and Vivian both harbored a hatred at the entire system that ran very deep to their core. The passengers started awakening when the plane began descending toward New York. The landing was completely uneventful. They waited until they felt the plane screech to a landing on the runway and stop near the end. Once the door opened, they made their way out of the exit. They stepped out of the large plane to see a pretty young man standing near the bottom of the stairs. The princess could see the hatred flair up in Natalia's eyes when she saw the young man in a men's business suit waiting for them. The man looked like a man again and Natalia saw he was living as a dominant man now. The feminization John suffered in Aragon was gone. There were no more breasts, no makeup, or dresses. John was a man again. Standing before them was a stocky, well-built masculine young man, but Natalia still saw the pain in John's eyes. She also saw the feminine features on the man's face that attracted her father to John in the first place. John looked with an expression close to an arrogant, hateful sneer and almost laughed. Natalia saw the instant recognition in his eyes when he laid eyes on Natalia. Even though Natalia lived a totally female lifestyle, day by day, many people who saw her would never guess she was a man under it all. A few people like John who had experienced it or knew what to look for saw through it. John also knew Martin before and recognized Natalia. John said, "I can't believe this. What I heard is true. I refused to believe it, Martin. You still live your life as a woman. You continue to dress as a woman and I think you have real breasts. Those don't look like enhancers. After fighting so hard to retain your masculinity, I didn't believe you would allow this to happen to you. But, here you are in a woman's business uniform." "Yes indeed," Natalia replied holding John's gaze without flinching or shame. "But this is for a vastly different reason than before. I am proud of this." Natalia replied in Castilian Spanish. "And my name is Natalia now, not Martin." John gave Natalia a foggy look of misunderstanding and said, "What? I don't understand you. What did you say." Vivian nudged Natalia and whispered in English, "We are in the United States now, he does not understand Castilian Spanish, Natalia." "John," Natalia said in English. Struggling to remember after spending three years learning and speaking only in Spanish, "I can't believe you. You lived in Aragon for over three long years. Two years of your marriage to my father trapped there, and another year to torment me in my marriage and you never bothered to learn Spanish. I said, 'Yes, indeed I have continued dressing and living a woman's life, and I feel no shame in doing so.' I love the life I have built for myself. This life, and this uniform gives me pride. I love being Major Natalia. I am proud of the bond I have formed with the women in the command structure and those under my own command." John flinched as he examined the uniform Natalia was wearing. The solid black uniform with the rank badges on the shoulders and the rolls of ribbons on her chest, and the symbol of the Castilian military and the other insignia of the Shadow Corps. on the collar. This was no laughing matter. "Martin, I mean Natalia, you have become a fascist."