Synopsis:

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The Rise of Michelle

By jasmine

The continuation of "Triumph of My Will". Michelle seeks out the Eternal Ones.

Will she succeed, will her anger consume her or will she find redemption?

Story:

The Rise of Michelle

By jasmine

Part I

This is a dark tale of a woman tormented by years of abuse and torture. She grew up enslaved and tormented by her sisters. The torment served not to destroy her but enraged her and destroyed her compassion. What was left was an empty shell possessed by hatred and evil. Her name was Michelle Groves and this is her story.

In fact she was born Michael Groves. His sisters hated their brother, because of what he was, and what he represented. They were average. He was absolutely brilliant. His mothers will granted her fortune to the most intelligent sibling. It was obvious who that was, and his sisters didn't like it all. After his mother died, his eldest sister became his guardian. It was like the wolf guarding the baby chick. After that, they called him Michelle and forced him to be a girl. His three sisters hatched a plan to destroy him out of greed and hatred. They wanted to destroy his will and make him into a broken submissive, so he would sign the estate over to Alexandra. If he refused, they were sure that a court would declare him incompetent to handle the affairs and grant Alexandra the estate.

For years he suffered, torture, rape, enslavement and torment. He wouldn't escape with his masculinity. After years of the most horrid abuse imaginable, she was free. By that time, she lost control of her inheritance. By the time of her escape, she towered above her sisters by at least six inches and was twice as strong. She possessed a supernatural charisma and radiated charm. When she was in your presence, you would swear you were being visited by evil, an evil that seduced you. Her eyes were piercing. She had a will of iron. She knew just how to dive into your deepest fears and use them to terrify you. Then she would tell you that she was the answer. She said it in a way that you would believe her. She knew what your worst fears were, possibly because she suffered all of them herself.

The year was 2008 and she had escaped from her sisters a year before. She was now living with a man and his daughter. Michelle was seventeen. Her foster father was a retired marine and Michelle was hoping he could help her. His daughter was Mary and she was a member of the damnable group of women named the Eternal Women. She quit that group when she realized their insidious goals. She was a compassionate person and took pity on Michelle. Mary saw something inside Michelle that sent chills down her spine. Her eyes were terrifying. Mary knew there was a monster lurking in Michelle. There was a boy named Ernst that came and saw Michelle often. They would talk about the government and what to do about it's blundering. Mary saw Michelle get in Ernst's face once and rage, "Compromise is not possible, it they want to quit and join us, that is another thing. We have our principles and they can not be changed."

From that day, Mary was frightened of Michelle even though Michelle was nothing but kind and nice to Mary. Mary knew what Michelle was capable of and didn't want any part of it. Michelle and Mary still socialized, being on the same cheerleading squad. Mary would do her best to take care of Michelle and try to use her compassion to heal Michelle's tortured soul. That would be her undoing.

Then there was Amber Brown. Amber was quite taken by Michelle. Michelle wouldn't trust Amber as far as the length of her arm. Amber knew that and was trying hard for Michelle's trust. For the past 3 years, Amber didn't even lay a hand on Michelle. Amber Brown was once a member of a feminine cult called the Eternal Woman and they were hideous. Amber hated weakness and perceived Michelle to be a little runt weakling. She couldn't have been more wrong. After years of using his perceived weakness by raping him, molesting him, torturing him and manipulating him into dates with boys, Michelle somehow turned the tables on one of the boys. The boy never recovered, at least mentally. It was as if he had been touched by pure evil. He was hospitalized in a psychiatric ward. Amber realized that Michelle wasn't the runt that she thought. After spending several hours talking to Michelle, Amber was impressed.

Amber grew up in a nowhere town in Kentucky. She had a mother that was strong and quite abusive. She married a bad guy that molested and beat Amber. He died and it was ruled self defense. Amber's anger and rage came from that abuse. She liked torturing and humiliating smaller boys. She raped many of those boys. None of those boys even thought to report it. Michelle was one of those 'boys' and thought about reporting it. She didn't on grounds that she had much better plans. Amber quickly allied herself with Michelle. Michelle accepted.

Revenge on Amber wasn't in the cards as long as Amber stayed loyal. They made a good team, if a strange one: a rape victim and the rapist being allies. Who would have ever thought? Michelle was dead inside. She was cold and calculating and she sets her emotions aside when it was in her best interests. Amber was valuable and she could find no one else who would be better at the job Michelle had in mind. As long as Amber was loyal and valuable, she was safe. When any of those conditions were violated, it would be time to dispense of Amber.

Then we have Ernst Roehm. His mother was absolutely obsessed with the Third Reich. She liked them and approved of their conduct. She was a class one fruitcake. He first came across Michelle in a sick attempt to get Michelle a boyfriend. Ernst wouldn't hurt or sexually assault Michelle and when they met, Ernst rather took pity on Michelle. After several minutes together, Ernst realized that Michelle was special. She didn't need anyone's pity nor did she accept it. She had a confidence and sort of arrogance that was stunning, given her situation. From that time forward, they were inseparable.

The Eternal Ones were a spiritual group of pacifists. They preached peace and justice as well as equality between males and females. There were also The Eternal Women, which was a militant cell of The Eternal ones. Most members of The Eternal ones were women. The Eternal Women were a military order of female knights that were dissatisfied with the results of The First Crusade. They were sure that they would have achieved victory. They formed the Eternal Women and in several years, they had eight thousand members and set off to conquer the holy land in 1120.

It was, of course, a dismal failure. They blamed their failure on the males. By the twentieth century a massive portion of the members were peaceful. The militant cell was officially dissolved. They refused to be dissolved and organized themselves. They had lost a lot of their former power. When the Second World War started, the Eternal Women allied themselves secretly with the Third Reich. Several members laughed about how the Jews were taking the blame for their actions. The Reich was unaware of the Eternal Women's true goals. They wanted to create a world controlled by women and to subjugate the males as slaves. The Eternal ones rejected that notion and disavowed that policy.

Michelle thought, 'That is a lie, I will kill everyone of those vermin.' Michelle put the blame squarely on The Eternal ones. She thought that they were responsible for her suffering. She didn't realize that her sisters organized it all. The Eternal Women took little part in it, and not as official policy. The Eternal Women couldn't have cared less about a little boy in Kentucky.

Michelle was in her last year in high school and she knew that if she wanted to attend the Naval Academy, she would need help. She planned on asking Bill, Mary's dad, if there was anything he could do. Michelle was popular in her high school, if somewhat weird. She went every day dressed as a catholic schoolgirl, in plaid skirt and formal overcoat, blouse and tie. She said that she liked the formality of the suit. She always dressed formal and highly regimented. There were no wrinkles or smudges at all. Everything she did was done with perfect efficiency. She demanded nothing less from those she socialized with. She was highly critical of those she considered friends. After a year of cheerleading, she was the captain of the squad. It was a Monday and the last week of school in June. Michelle and her foster father were eating when Michelle asked the question. She said, "Bill, what did you do in the marines? Do you still have connections there?"

He just looked at her, stunned by her question. He said, "I have a few friends. I was a colonel. I spend several years fighting the VC. Why do you ask, Michelle?"

She blurted out, "I want to be a marine also. First, I want to attend the naval academy and be a commissioned officer. I want to know if you have any connections that could help. Can you help me?"

He was puzzled by this turn of events. This young woman, a cheerleader, wanted to be a marine. He had some people who would help. He knew a major general and the commandant of the academy. He could help this woman, but she had better be sure about this. He knew all about her. She was once a boy, had had surgery done and was a full young woman. It would be very hard on her. He had also seen her drive and was sure she could overcome all obstacles. He looked at her with awe. He was becoming proud of this fiery young woman. He said, "I know some people who could help. You must be sure about this. Will you follow threw and complete this?"

After talking with her for hours, he was convinced that she would go through with it. She wouldn't quit. She was serious. He made a call. He said, "Hello, is major Riggs there? Oh, this is the major. I have a young woman here that wants to attend the academy. I want an appointment for an interview with General Johnson." He paused while the major was speaking and continued, "The woman's name is Michelle Groves. Have him call me when he can. Thank you." Then he turned and spoke with Michelle. He said, "You better know what you are getting yourself into. With your history, the guys are going to give you hell."

Michelle said, "I know sir. There will be many people who will not accept me. I think that after the first year much of the resistance will fade when they know whom they are dealing with. There will be those will never accept me. If they don't like me, then tough shit."

Bill laughed and said, "Damn you're confident. You have it all planned out." He was quite disappointed with his daughter's plan for herself. She wanted to be a cheerleader in collage and then a beautician. He liked this young girl a lot. She was confident and had a sort of arrogance, If only his daughter was more like Michelle. Not that he disliked her in anyway; she just could have had better plans for herself.

Then Michelle went into her room. She and Mary slept in the same room. Mary said, "So Michelle, you want to be a marine. I would have never guessed. Why?"

"Because I want to serve this country. I want to be someone who people aspire to be. I want to be a great leader someday, like MacArthur. Do you know who that is?"

She nodded and Michelle continued, "He was one of the best generals who ever lived. Truman was an idiot for canning him. He should have let him go on past the Yalu River and free China." What she failed to realize was that it would have widened the war. With her idealistic impression of the general combined with her rudimentary understanding of the way armies work and battles were fought, she thought he would have marched triumphantly into China. Then the people would have been free and the war would be over. With some military experience, she would have learned differently.

Mary didn't know how to respond to that statement. She knew a little about what she was talking about. It might have been World War II or maybe Korea, but she wasn't sure. She didn't know enough about the subject to make an informed opinion. She didn't even care. Michelle did. She studied a lot about that. She was obsessed about warfare and history. In spite of her past, the estrogen, and being female, that trait never left. After talking together, they both went to sleep.

Michelle always slept with her arm near the headboard. She slept like that for five years and it felt natural. Her wrists got so used to the feeling of cuffs that it felt wrong not to have them on. Still, she hoped she would never have to wear them again. She would wake up just to make sure that the cuffs weren't on her wrists. One night she woke up screaming in terror. Bill came running to her knowing what had occurred, the nightmare that still occasionally happened.

Mary was shocked awake by the noise. It was annoying but understandable. Again, Mary felt much compassion for her. Michelle's suffering brought her to tears. 'Her poor tortured soul,' Mary thought through her sobbing. How could someone be so heartless as Sandra and Alexandra? After assuring Michelle that no one was around, bill went back to his room and lay back down in his bed. He had come to hate Alexandra. He hated her to the depths of his soul. He was also dumbfounded as to why Michelle refused to press charges or allow her sisters to be prosecuted. Michelle was one resilient person. Maybe that night, she would only wake up that once.

She did. At six, she woke up. She didn't need an alarm clock but had one anyway. She turned it off when she beat it. It would have gone off in five minutes. Then she would wake Mary up. She started getting dressed and then woke Mary up. She didn't put on fancy lingerie like a garter or even stockings. She was sick of those. She just put on her usual outfit that she had four of, her catholic schoolgirl's outfit. That looked as formal as she needed. She thought about a formal dress of an officer, some gray slacks and a blue button shirt along with the overcoat and tie. She liked the schoolgirl outfit. There wasn't any need to go too formal. Mary and Michelle got ready together. They were ready to walk out the door.

Mary was envious of Michelle's efficiency. She seemed to be ready in time at all times. Everything she did seemed to be planned out a day in advance. Michelle liked it that way and would do it no differently. Mary seemed to like to do things on her own time and be damned if anyone didn't like it. They walked to school together. Michelle would even walk with efficiency. She looked like a marine. Mary would just walk.

Michelle went into school. She went into her first class. She approached her desk, did a perfect turn and sat down. Perfect efficiency. She did that ever since she first came to this school and she would continue to do so. She sat there cupping her hands in her lap waiting for the teacher. When he came, he looked at Michelle. She had a presence. She was always well mannered. Her work was always turned in on time and always got an "A." She was the best damn student he had seen in his entire teaching career, which wasn't much to talk about.

From what he had heard from other teachers, it was the same, "what a good student" or "while the other girls or busy with gossip, Michelle is sitting there waiting for me to teach." She was always ready to learn and would absorb everything he taught. He was proud to have taught her. She was also very efficient with everything she did. The other students that were there seemed to not want to be there. There wasn't too much he could teach Michelle; he would swear that Michelle was smarter that he was. He should be learning from Michelle. Michelle went through all of her classes and came home.

Bill greeted her with: "Michelle, the general's secretary called. We have an appointment in two weeks. You got your interview with the general and the commandant. It seems that you will go. What do you say?"

Michelle ran up to Bill and hugged him. She didn't like to show emotion, but that seemed to be a time when it was expected.

The days went quickly. By the end of the first week, she was done with high school. Then they started packing for their trip to New Jersey. By the end of the day, the car was packed and Bill had made arrangements with his mother to watch the house, as well as his daughter. They went to sleep that night.

Michelle woke up at around five and woke Bill up. They wanted to be on the road by six. They dressed, ate and were on the road by five forty-five. It was dark and the sun was just starting to rise. Bill was going to drive for seven to eight hours and stop for lunch. Michelle decided that it would take around two days of driving eight hours of driving to get to Annapolis, New Jersey. There they would have several days to just have fun until the appointment.

They drove for eight hours with Michelle guiding them. They stopped at a rest area and made a picnic. They had lunch and rested for an hour, then started off again. As they rode past vast corn fields, Michelle couldn't help but be impressed by the open spaces. She was awed at the freedom she felt. Bill spoke, "impressive isn't it. I know how you feel. I knew someone, a friend of mine and we fought in Vietnam. He was captured by the VC. He spent five years as a POW. When they let the prisoners go he never spoke much. About six years ago, he killed himself. Don't do that, I know you have a lot of problems and anger. You wake up screaming. There must be times when you can't believe that you are free. I hope that you don't kill yourself. We will work together to get you healed as much as possible. I know that some of the effects could ruin the rest of your life, and you must learn to live with it."

He didn't know the half of it. By that time, she had let her anger consume her. It became part of her. Her hate had filled her very essence. She was hate. As he spoke, she had a flash of anger, SHE must learn to live with it? She didn't do anything at all to deserve it. Why must she learn to live with it? She said with barley controlled rage, "Why must I learn to live with it. I didn't do one god damned fucking thing to deserve the treatment heaped upon me."

He was stunned by the depth of hatred in her voice. He knew it was there, he felt it himself. However, the depth of it - her hatred must have been enormous. He said, " I know you did nothing. The simple fact is that sometimes we do nothing and horrible things happen. Our world is filled with misery happening to good people. Shit just happens and we do nothing to deserve it. You must learn to live with it because your sisters gave you no other options. You must live with what happened. Your only other option is not to live."

That made sense. Didn't make is any easier. It still it was true. She cooled down. She would live with it. They drove for eight more hours and he talked about his experiences in Vietnam. They had a good discussion about MacArthur. Bill and she just about got into a shouting match about what the outcome would have been if Truman had given MacArthur the go-ahead to attack China. She quit when she realized that his logic did sound good. She was forced to concur that Macarthur wasn't the idealistic figure she thought. He still was a fine general. After the almost shouting match, it was time to stop for the night. They found a motel to sleep in. They were so worn out that they both dropped into their beds and fell asleep.

That night Michelle didn't wake up screaming. She did wake up around five. It didn't seem right to wake up any later. She took Caesar's book out and read it until Bill woke up. When Bill woke up, he was surprised that Michelle was already up. They packed the supplies in the car and set off again. They just drove while eating doughnuts and coffee. During the morning, Michelle didn't like to talk too much. Bill drove for around nine hours and stopped for lunch. They stopped at a fast food restaurant and set off again after thirty minutes.

Bill was worried about Michelle. Her anger has long been worrying him. He understood the anger. From the first night, he realized that she was one tortured soul. Her story brought tears to him. He felt much anger. Alexandra had better hope that she never sees him. Michelle's anger seemed to be there all of the time and he hoped that she hadn't let her anger consume her. He feared she had.

Michelle asked, " Why was it so hard for you to believe that I really wanted to be a marine? Is it because I was a cheerleader or a female?"

"One of the reasons I was taken by your request, of course, was your gender and activities. That wasn't the main one. The main one was this: you spend five years having your very liberty stripped away and being a slave to a family of sadists. Once you are truly free you want to join a service that restricts your freedom. You must follow orders without question or go to jail. I know it isn't like your family, but you will have severe restrictions on your actions. I have no doubt that you can handle it and you will be someone to be admired. You have a fire in you that refuse to be extinguished. You will be great," Bill answered.

She liked his answer. After that, she just looked outside and enjoyed the scenery. They drove for another four hours and stopped for dinner. They pulled into a picnic area and made dinner. Then they found a motel and went into a room after checking in. they watched television and talked. For the past year, Michelle had been loved and cherished. The feeling was good, but she has repressed feeling for so long that she couldn't express emotion anymore. She was empty except for the burning hatred in her soul.

They slept for six hours and Bill woke Michelle up. When that happened, Michelle woke up in terror. The blood ran from her face. As far as she was concerned, she was in the mansion and Sandra was preparing to wake her up with the cat. That was what happened when she overslept. She was trembling and said with a cracking voice, "Don't please hit me mistress, I'm sorry." She said, "I'm sorry" over and over and trembled. Bill sat on his bed, sobbing at the pathetic display of a tormented girl. He was again wondering, 'How can someone be so cruel?' She had told him how she would wake up, but this display of terror, showed just how sadistic her former tormenters truly were. As he sobbed, Michelle assured him that she was fine. As strong as she was, sudden touches or the unexpected could fill her with panic.

As they were getting in the car Bill couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, Michelle, it will never happen again."

"That's OK, I need to get this under control. I am sure that people waking me up will cause it to happen again. This is just something I..." she lowered her voice into that angry voice, "need to deal with." Why should she have to deal with it? The fact was that she shouldn't have to deal with it, but she did. Like any other innocent rape victim, Michelle would have to deal with life's misfortunes. It might have been unfair, but it didn't matter. Life was not meant to be fair. That's life. She would triumph. Life did its worst to Michelle, now Michelle would do her worst. No one could know just how bad her 'worst' would be.

As she was lost in thought, Bill said, "This morning we should arrive in Annapolis. Are you ready?"

"Yes I am." They had been driving for two days. They could have made in a day, but why rush? After driving for four hours, they made it in. they found a good hotel and checked in for six days. Then they took a long nap. They had two days until the interview with Major General Johnson and General Moore.

After taking a long nap, they went out and saw parts of the city. Michelle was the happiest she had been in five years just being here. It was like a real father-daughter outing. She saw the piers and the ocean. It was wonderful. She was truly loved - too bad that her damnable sisters couldn't be this way. After 5 hours, they ate at a fine restaurant and went back to the hotel. They sat on their beds watching television. Bill told Michelle that they could sleep as long as they wanted. They had no plans for the next day.

The next day went on without any trouble. It was fun for Michelle and that night they went to sleep. Michelle was wondering what she could do about being waked up. The only thing she could think of would be not to have someone wake her up. She would have to make sure that she woke up herself; that way her peers wouldn't think she was too much of a freak. That was it. She fell asleep.
They were up bright and early for their interview. It was scheduled for ten in the morning and both generals would interview her at the same time. That would be nerve-wracking. She checked up on both generals. General Moore was the commandant of the academy. He had a good career. When he was a Major he had led a regiment of marines during the later part of Vietnam. He was a fine leader. Major general Johnson, on the other hand, had little experience in battle.

They drove to the appointed place and went into a waiting room. They were there for over an hour when someone told Michelle to go on into the generals' office. She again had her favorite uniform on. She walked in and sat down in a chair provided for her. What greeted her were two fully decorated generals. Major General Johnson had two gleaming stars on his shoulder. He had roll upon roll of ribbons and decorations and an infantry badge. He looked impressive.
General Moore looked even more impressive. He had four stars on each shoulder and had twice the decorations. He was someone to be admired.

General Moore started speaking. "Hello, Michelle, we have read your transcript. You are quite impressive. Your year of high school, all of your teachers gave you glowing reviews. You just about finished 3 years of high school in one year. You are finished and want to attend the academy."

She broke in saying, "General Moore, I have always admired your performance. Your actions against the VC were impressive."

"Thanks, but you need to learn when it is acceptable to speak." He let that hang then spoke with intensity, "Whenever a general or superior officer is speaking is NOT the time." Then he spoke softly, "You want to attend the academy, and I am inclined to accept you."

After two hours of interviews, both generals were charmed by her. She got glowing recommendations from the major general and the commandant would not take no for an answer. She would attend Annapolis Naval Academy starting with fall 2009. She had a year to prepare. The next day would be her eighteenth birthday and she venomously demanded that everyone go on about their business and not celebrate that day. Bill understood, but tried hard for at least a cake and a gift. Her intensity forced him to give it up. Again, his anger at Alexandra boiled over.

In a few weeks, she had control of her settlement from Alexandra, twenty million dollars. She bought a car and gathered her friends. There was Ernst, Amber and herself. She asked them if they would move to New Jersey with her. They agreed. She would move there within the next several weeks and she wanted them to come along. That was agreed upon.

Several weeks later, she was in New Jersey and she brought a large house along with a modest office building. She had Amber and Ernst go out and find some suitable people. She would have a meeting in two weeks. This was her beginning. She contracted a company to renovate the office building to what she wanted. They would start work in a week. The meeting would be in her house with a dozen people including Dianna, Ernst, and Amber.

She had found four bright older boys that were sent by a court to a school for boys. There they were abused. They were forced to behave and dress as girls. The headmistress would also beat and had molested them. They were even a few rapes. The boys suffer badly. There was Jason Patrick, Kyle Wood, Peter Vanhoosen and James Sanford. In front of her was also a very sad girl. She listened to their stories. The girl's was the saddest. She had been born Jeffery Miller. Now her name was Melissa Miller.

She had never wanted to be a girl and hated it. She was the only child and had lived with her dad. Her dad had remarried a manipulative woman. At the age of four, his dad died, very suspiciously. No one could even prove that he died of anything but natural causes. Melissa couldn't be convinced that it was anything but murder. That was the turning point in her life. From that day on, this four year-old boy had to wear dresses and girl's clothes. She had to wear a corset at all times. He also had to take some medication.

By eight, her muscles were deformed from the corset. The corset hadn't allowed her muscles to develop correctly. His stepmother started forcing him to do all of the housework. He had been the maid. At around 13 or 14 the real horror started. He was by then a full she. She started dating boys. It was more like prostitution. At around 18 or 19, she was forced into a marriage. Luckily, when she was about to end her poor life, the man died of a heart attack and she was alone. She wondered around for a year and decided to get a job and try to go to collage. She had a sharp mind even through she was very weak. What a poor life. It would now get better.

They were all sitting in chairs looking at Michelle standing on a podium, wondering what this was all about. Michelle started, "My friends and the rest of you. I have heard your suffering and I grieve with you. It is so good to have you all here today. You are probably wondering why you are here. Am I right?" There were nods then she continued, "You are here because we are going to unite and make sure yours and my suffering never happens again." she said that last part with force.

She said with rage, "A storm is about to rage and we are going to create it. Our suffering is caused by those who alone are responsible for the moral decay of our society." She let that hang in the air and raged, "The Eternal Ones, they are responsible. We recognize them. We recognize them. We can see how their filth and greed has destroyed the moral fabric or our culture. We will make them pay. We are going to wipe out the child abusers. We are going to crush the communists. We are going to disinfect our country of The Eternal Ones' vermin. We must wipe this plague from this nation. I have come to the conclusion that our present government is incapable of protecting the children. A new government is required, a national socialist government. We will create a power that will last for a thousand years." She was good.

Jason stood up and said, "That was magnificent. You will be a star that shines above America. Our Michelle." Michelle stood there with her hands folded at her belt, her head held high with her clenched jaw. Everyone cheered and clapped. She was their savior.

She went into her office and Amber, Jason, Ernst and Melissa went with her. She sat at her desk and started, "Everyone, I will be addressed in private as 'Mien Fuehrer.' I am your Fuehrer. Amber, you will create a security detail. You will call it the protective corps. They will be in charge of my security. You are dismissed. Jason, you are in charge of propaganda. You and Melissa will create a newspaper. Melissa will be in charge of the paper. You will call it the straight path. The rest of the boys from that damnable school will work for the paper. You two are dismissed. Ernst. You will create a small militia. It will be called the storm troopers. They will sing and march at rallies. They will be a show of power and discipline. They will put on impressive displays. They will also be in charge of the security of the party. You will keep watch on Amber for me. She is to be trailed at all times. You are all dismissed. I have a lot of work to do."

She ordered everyone to recruit at least ten new members. Then she did some work and planning. She had a year to get this off the ground and then she would have to find someone who would take her place, someone who would be loyal, who would still take orders from her despite possibly being thousands of miles away and someone who would still be competent enough to run the party on their own. Not Roehm, he was going into the army. She didn't trust Amber. Probably Jason or Melissa.

She chose Melissa to be her second in command and her chief of staff. For the next week Michelle oversaw the renovation of her office building and had some flags as well as banners made. By that next Saturday, everything was ready except for the office building. That would take another three weeks. When she went to the room she had prepared for her weekly speeches, she was stunned. There must have been three hundred people there.

She had prepared a fiery speech. She stood up on the podium and said softly, "For years I was a prisoner. I was raped, tortured, molested and enslaved. For years, I didn't even know who my enemy was. This was out of greed, cunning, and hatred. The turning point was when I could see my enemy." She raged, "Our enemy, The Eternal Ones. They are the enemy of all moral people. Their filth and greed has stunted the very heart of this mighty nation. They are trying to destroy us and take over our lives. This is a war. We must triumph. We will triumph."

Everyone in the room boomed, "We will triumph!" Michelle stood there in her customary pose of absolute confidence.

She then went back into her office. She lay back in her chair and said to herself, "If only Alexandra could see me now. I am worthy of more than being a whore. I will triumph over your filth." She sat alone in her office. She was indeed prevailing. She laid back and let out a terrifying laugh. She would triumph over the vermin. She would destroy her sisters. She would crush all opposition to her. She went back into the room and stood on the podium. She raised her arm straight out and boomed, "SIEG HEIL." Everyone did the same. Her speech was perfect. Her words were electric and hypnotic. Her audience was in a frenzy. She was heating the hatred; in a few years it would be boiling, unless someone could stop her.

Her party was getting applications by the thousands. By the next Saturday the room was packed. There must have been over five hundred members waiting for her to speak. She started her customary blasting of The Eternal Ones. Then she gave them a detailed plan for increasing party membership and expanding. After an hour of talking, she unveiled their new banner that would be publicly displayed. It was a red banner with a white circle with a black round circle with another white dot in the center. Above the white circle said 'America' and below the circle said 'Awaken.' It was terrifying.

She also had thousands of armbands made as well as uniforms for members. The Storm Troopers would have blue uniforms and the Protective Corps would have black uniforms that were copies of the original Protective Corps. Those watching were enthusiastic and cheering. After the speech, she talked several hours with her old mentor, Dianna. She had met her while attending a fem school in Frankfurt Germany. Those were good memories, as she was well treated there.

She had tried to stay there by requesting asylum. The German officials wouldn't keep her and she had been sent back. Then she suffered years of enslavement and horror. Michelle and Dianna had a long history together. They were good friends. Dianna helped Michelle with the party when she can. The next day she started scouting for a new location for an aircraft factory. She had already bought stocks that were paying off with rather large dividends. She also bought an oil company.

The sums that she spent were quickly recovered. After six months, party membership swelled past twenty thousand. The ST has fifteen thousand members. The Protective Corps had five hundred members. They were preparing to sponsor their first candidate for the New Jersey state house of representatives. She chose a woman named Jasmine Palmer for the part.

Michelle was sitting at her desk and Jasmine and Amber were sitting across from her. Michelle said, "We are going to hold our first public rally. We are going to hold at New Jersey Giants stadium. I want all of Roehm's storm troopers to attend. They will be prepared. I have rented it for the night. We will adorn it with our banners and flags. Amber's protective corps will be there for my protection. The rally will be in one week. Dismissed."

Amber got up and said, "Yes, Mein Fuehrer," and saluted. By now everyone was sure that Michelle could accomplish anything from making it rain to this new project. She also had it televised to the state. Her settlement had been cut in half from her recent purchase, but they were now paying off. Her new office had several real banners with a swastika on them instead of the black circle. Her office was spacious and comfortable. Her guard came in and said, "Mein Fuehrer, you have a visitor, can I send her in?"

Michelle said, "Yes, bring her in." then what came in the door stunned her. It was Alexandra. She fought the surge of panic and regained control when she realized that she had the power. There were guards at the door. She said, "Alexandra, what in god's green earth do you want? You may not be a member of the party. What is this all about?"

Alexandra couldn't believe what her sister was doing. This seemed to be out of the twilight zone from hell. After Michelle left, they had hired a new maid. Things were rather dull after Michelle left. As far as Alexandra was concerned, Sandra and she had had a lot of fun. They knew that Michelle hadn't had any fun. Michelle had asked for her treatment. She had earned it by being so smart and sure of herself. She would have gotten control of everything.

Alexandra knew that Michelle would have shared it and wanted a close family. Alexandra didn't like Michelle and told her to do what Sandra wanted. She knew damn well what Sandra had in mind and that was fine. Destroy the little bastard. Have him serve them for a while. As for the boyfriends and Craig, well he asked for that too. Now look what happened. This office was great, but also with her banners, it sent chills down her spine. Michelle's eyes also sent chills down her spine. They went too far. Alexandra said, "Well, what do you think you are doing? Are you a fool? Do you think that you will get away with this?"

Michelle stood up and said, "Going to stop me? Can you do this? What you did with mother's company is atrocious. You failed and nearly drove it into bankruptcy. I am a success and raking in more money than you, and I don't even have the assets you have. YOU are the fool. As far as what I am doing, I am triumphing over you vermin. You will go to a prison of my choosing when my act is passed - my enabling act. You will pay for what you have done. You don't have the capacity or intellect to get in my way. Now, kneel and address me by my proper title."

She kneeled and looked up in fear. What was her title? She said, "Mistress Michelle."

Michelle laughed. She said, "MISTRESS MICHELLE, no that isn't my title." She called Roehm and he came in and she asked, "What do you think of this for my title, 'Mistress Michelle?' Imagine me going to a European summit for the heads of state clad in shiny leather and brandishing a whip. I am running for the title of Mistress of the United States of America."

Roehm laughed at that image. Alexandra didn't really know what was so damn funny, but that image seemed appropriate. Then she realized what she wanted, this office and those symbols; her title must be Fuehrer.

She looked at her sister and said, "My Fuehrer." This whole thing was degrading, calling the little sissy maid her mistress, or worse, her Fuehrer. She had a gut feeling that she was going to be officially the Fuhrer some day. That thought was frightening.

Then Michelle's face got red and she raged loudly, "NOW GET OUT." Alexandra started to speak when Michelle said, "Kyle, escort her out." That was what happened. Michelle lay back in satisfaction. She had kicked her sister out. That was delicious. A dark smile spread across her face.

As Alexandra walked out, escorted by her guards, she was genuinely worried. Her sister was more powerful than she had ever dreamed. She was stronger and had much more potential than she. Then, there was this enormous hatred. That was understandable. It didn't mean anything good. However, this, it seemed like she wanted to turn the United States into a fascist dictatorship under her rule. She would bet that if anyone could do it, Michelle could. As she got in her car she trembled in fear; she and the twins were in trouble.

A week had passed and everything was ready for her first rally. She had about 20 huge flags made. They were 20 feet by 90 feet. They hung on top of the stadium. It looked somewhat like the old rallies, but much smaller. There were columns of her blue-suited storm troopers. There were around fifteen thousand of them standing in rigid columns. There must have been fifty thousand people in the bleachers. There was a wide path in between the columns for her and her staff. Then there was a large podium in front of everyone. She walked in between the troops with Melissa, Jason and Amber behind her. They marched up to the podium with all of the pomposity they could muster. There was a lot of it.

Then Michelle stood on the podium and a large viewscreen showed her face in digital detail. She was wearing a military officer's suit with her old pin that Dianna gave her and her armband. She raised her arm up and the troops said, "Heil, Fuehrer."

She started speaking. "The National Socialist Party for the Protection of Children endorse candidate Jasmine Palmer for the office of State House of Representatives for New Jersey. With our support, she will help destroy our real enemy, The Eternal Ones. We must crush this vermin. We will wipe this plague from our nation. Their filth has polluted our children. They rape, molest, enslave our children. Their vile ways have sucked the wealth from us. They live a parasitic existence. We will crush the communists. We will destroy the child abusers. We will disinfect our country of The Eternal Ones. What we say will be forgotten. What we do will live on for a thousand years."

She just stood there for a minute when the troops raised their arms out and boomed, "HEIL MICHELLE." Then she embraced Jasmine as a show of endorsement. Jasmine saluted Michelle. After that, Jasmine stood in full view and Jason gave a speech. As night was coming, the troops lit up torches and marched in a torchlight parade out of the stadium and into the streets singing the horst wessel song.

The rally was a stunning success. The straight path flooded the public with praises for Jasmine and that was a success. There were also television commercials. Even a local union supported Jasmine. There were sinister commercials that vilified The Eternal Ones. There was one that showed a leather-clad woman torturing a young boy. There was another with a leather-clad woman with her leather clad-daughter where the mother was teaching the daughter how to torture people and understand their place in life.

All of the commercials ended with blood red letters telling everyone to watch out, and then finished with the banner of the National Socialist Party. They were a stunning success. People started to attack businesses and members of The Eternal Ones. It became dangerous to even wear leather. There were also good commercials glorifying Michelle and showing impressive marches and the power of Michelle. There became a cult of personality of Michelle. She was only nineteen years old.

Jasmine won and the National Socialist Party won their first seat. That was only the beginning.

Part II

Two years into her captivity, Michelle realized that she had immense power. Her charm eclipsed the great figures of the past and even the not so great. Her potential was enormous after her escape.

The rally was televised to the state of New Jersey. Alexandra, Sandra, Craig and Sally were watching it in their house in Kentucky. As their popular sister, her staff, and their candidate walked through columns of troops, Alexandra and the twins realized something. This was bigger than Alexandra guessed when she had confronted her sister in New Jersey. Their very freedom was in jeopardy. People there were cheering as Michelle announced their candidate for the state house of New Jersey. She gave a very hateful speech and promised that her candidate would 'wipe this plague from their nation.'

She wasn't talking about the Eternal Women, which had an insidious agenda, but the Eternal Ones, which were peaceful. She was inciting hatred at a peaceful people. Why was her sister doing this? They did what they did on their own. To all of their horror, Michelle snapped her heals and raised her arm out and said, "Sieg heil." Everyone cheered and clapped as her troops boomed, 'Sieg heil' in response. Craig was worried, as was Sally and Alexandra. Their sister was very persuasive and powerful.

Sandra said, "He is a sissy. They will realize that soon, and it will all be over."

Mary shook her head at the display. Alexandra said, "I think you went too far, Sandra. I admit that I liked what you did with the maid and beating him. However, the sex and Craig, that went too far and I wouldn't have done that. You went way too far, Sandra."

"He was a sissy, Alex. He needed a cock to play with. He loved it. It was just what he needed after a long day of dusting."

Alexandra shook her head thinking, 'What an idiot. Has she really deluded herself into thinking that he liked playing with Craig? Probably not.'

Sandra said, "I know he hated Craig and Ryan. Craig liked it. Michael was a slave, so whether he liked it or not didn't matter."

Michelle, on the other hand, scheduled several more public rallies, one in a few days in a factory, and one the next week in a local auditorium. She had a lot to do for the next several months. She was scheduled to attend the academy in four months. She was going to publicly support her candidate for the house.
She was standing in a rather large auditorium with ten thousand spectators and her staff behind her. There was a thin column of blue-suited troopers in front of her, protecting her. She started, "The National Socialist Party for the Protection of Children endorse Jasmine Palmer for the New Jersey State House of Representatives. Jasmine will create thousands of new jobs for this district as well as increase funding for our schools. She is what this state needs for a new direction. For years, her opponent had repeatedly voted against new jobs, against funding for schools, and against increasing funding for agencies that protect children. He has also voted against new laws that would protect children.

"HR2001 would give child molesters a mandatory life sentence with a possible death penalty. He voted against it. HR4032 would have provided one thousand new jobs for this district. He said no. HR7031 would have provided funding for 800 new teachers. He said no. He has failed you. Our candidate would have voted yes. Those bills will be reintroduced."

Everyone was clapping and cheering. Jasmine came up and shook her hand and Michelle said, "With her support, she will make the child molesters pay. Our enemies live among us. They are all around us." She was speaking low and scary. She started screaming, "Invaders have come to our country to destroy us, to take over our lives! They call themselves American citizens, but are now and always have been unwelcome, unwanted, and they are everywhere! They are out to destroy us! They are the Eternal Ones, the enemy of all moral people! She will disinfect this district of the Eternal Ones' vermin! We must wipe this plague from our nation!" After that she raised her arm up even with her elbow and her hand up and said, "Sieg heil!" The spectators boomed the same in reply. After that, they clapped and cheered. Jasmine became a representative for that district of New Jersey.

After four months of speeches and stabilizing the party, she had to go to the academy. She would spend the next four years there. As she left for the academy, she favored Melissa with a dark smile and said, "I trust that you will increase the party, Melissa."

Melissa said, "Yes, Mein Fuehrer."

"Good."

She spent four years at the academy and graduated at the top of her class. She was an officially commissioned first lieutenant. She was assigned the second marine division, second regiment, third battalion. She had 20 marines assigned to her. At first, she was taken as a joke. She was in the mess and one bulky marine was laughing his ass off. She heard her name and knew what was up. Being a joke isn't a good way for an officer to be viewed. She had to stop this so she approached him and asked him if he had a problem with her. He stood full height and realized that he wasn't as tall as she. He was still bulkier. He made several comments that weren't too nice. There was sissy, and faggot, and she had enough. Quickly he was on the floor with her hand tightly across his windpipe. He was gagging and couldn't get her hand off his throat. He then realized that she was at least twice as strong as he was. He stopped fighting and she released him.

After that, no one gave her trouble. She was respected and admired. After six months, she got orders. The entire second marine division was to go to Iraq to put down a rebellion. One thousand fedayeen Saddam troops were heading toward Baghdad and they were going to put it down. Before she left, she decided to settle some old scores and check up on her party.

At the same time, Amber and Melissa were having conflicting interests. Michelle made it clear that Melissa was in charge while she was gone. Amber understood, but Michelle still didn't trust her as far as she could reach. Melissa was a fine leader as well as ruthless. Amber thought she should be in charge. Melissa was the chief of staff and Michelle's deputy. Amber would have to take orders from Melissa and Melissa would speak directly with Michelle on the phone.

Melissa thought this was an honor, even if she didn't completely understand why. She felt anything but qualified. Amber would be better at this than her. She was assigned so she would do her job; Amber seemed to challenge her at every turn. It would take threats sometimes to get her orders followed and luckily, Roehm's troopers came in handy then. She had the authority and Roehm understood that. Now Amber wanted to increase the Protective Corps by one hundred thousand. Melissa said, "The party didn't have the personnel for that yet and anyway, the physical requirements are stringent for that elite group. No, we will stick with Michelle's plan until I get instructions differently."

Amber said, "We must, Melissa."

"I said no, must we get Roehm into this," said Melissa sharply. Amber left.
Michelle went to New Jersey and asked Amber to find out where Craig lived. She found that in the four years they had several hundred thousand members and about 60 seats in the New Jersey house and ten members on the senate. They had 4 members in the United States House of Representatives. Her entire company were party members, as were twenty percent of the second marine division. She found out that he still lived in Kentucky working on a farm. She found his address, his daily routine and even his hangouts. She gathered several marines and members of her Protective Corps. She went to Kentucky and found Craig. He was walking toward his favorite fast food restaurant. She smiled darkly.

She walked to him and tapped on his shoulder. He turned quickly and saw an attractive woman. There was something about her he couldn't put his finger on. Her face was ridged and terrifying. What was it about her? He smiled cutely and asked, "How are you, cutie?"

What happened next was stunning. She drew back and slugged him across his face. The force of the blow threw him back. He was on the pavement. She used restraint. He was shocked. Why did she do that? His face hurt. He saw stars and his vision blurred. This woman was strong and he suspected that she had used a fraction of her strength. This woman was angry, but why? Did he cheat on her, no he never saw her. He asked, "What did you do that for?"

She asked, "Don't you remember me?"

He looked at her stupidly. He shook his head no. She said, "Remember Michelle. I am Michelle!"

He remembered many Michelles. Who was this Michelle? As he looked into her face, there was a ghost of realization. He remembered a Michelle that he liked, all of the fun he had had with her; her sister Sandra told her to give him blowjobs. She hated it. She was a boy that they had made into a girl. He was a fag. This couldn't be that Michelle. However, who else would hate him so much?

She said, "I am Michelle Groves, you dumb shit moron." That was it. She was that same Michelle. This one was strong. As he realized his predicament, all of the blood ran from his face. He was in deep shit, very deep shit. There was this very pissed off woman, who was fully capable of killing him, and she had a good reason for doing so. Why didn't he listen to his mother when she had told him that what goes around comes around. He had been vicious to her. He had taunted her, molested her, even beat her. He knew that she didn't even like him and learned to dread him coming over. Every time she saw him, she would end up blowing him. He knew she hated it. She was going to destroy him now.

She said, "Sergeant Mathews, secure the prisoner. We are going for a ride." A soldier came over, leered at him and put handcuffs on him. He was stunned at this. Could she be a soldier also? A sergeant was taking orders from her. She must be an officer. How could this happen? She was not the sissy he remembered at all.

She said, "You are under arrest for treason. You do not have the right to remain silent. You do not have the right to a trial. You do not have the right to an attorney. You will be taken to Guantanamo Bay where you will be interned forever."

His face was white with terror. How could this happen? He was taken in a car and drove for hours. Suddenly the car stopped and he was led out. It was a hot day. He was led into an open space and Michelle said, "You are an American citizen. I can't do what I said. You will have an attorney and my charges will be destroyed. This is what will happen." Several solders stood in front of him holding M16s. They were glaring at him. Michelle handed him a shovel. She said, "You will dig a hole eight feet long, four feet wide and six feet deep. Get digging now."

He was trembling it terror. He knew what he was digging, his grave. He begged, "Please don't do this. I want to live. You are a soldier and you are bound by laws."

That was it, this scum talking about laws. How dare he! She spit out in absolute rage, "Shut up, you fucking vermin! How dare YOU talk about laws? Do you have any clue how bad you violated them? You scum! You humiliated me! You enslaved me! You beat me! You molested me and forced me to suck on you! I would be working hard and you would just sit down in front of the TV laughing your ass off. You are talking about laws!" She walked up and kicked him right in the chest and he lost all of the wind. He gasped. She snarled, "Start digging or sergeant Mathews will force you to provide the service I performed on you."

He dug for around five hours while Michelle had a cool canteen and read Mein Kampf in a lawn chair along with her company. She wasn't going to kill him. It would ruin her. She just wanted to scare the living shit out of him. It was working. He was trembling. After five hours, he was exhausted and done. This would be great. She stood up and said, "Firing squad. Attention." Four soldiers stood in front of him holding rifles. His face was white and he was praying. He was praying! She couldn't believe it. She said, "Aim." The four soldiers aimed their rifles at him. He stared at them in mute horror. She looked into his eyes. She loved that look. She had had that look several times. After close to fifteen seconds they all busted out laughing. He looked back, not knowing what was up. The firing squad walked away and he was left in his hole.

Michelle said, "You're not going to die. That would end my career. Now have fun getting back home, dumb shit." The look on his face was priceless. She wasn't in anyway done with him. A mock execution doesn't make even all of the forced blowjobs, the beatings and the general humiliation he gave her. His face was sealed. He was going to be a comfort woman when the time came.

She was going to see her foster father now. She wanted to talk about her mission and just see him. She walked up and knocked on the door. She was fully dressed. She had a marine officers formal uniform on. She had a couple of ribbons and a bar on both of her soldiers as well as an infantry badge. She looked impressive. She looked like she belonged in that uniform. Bill opened the door and was taken. He said, "Come on in, Michelle. How are you doing?"

This woman was frightening, but she was like his daughter. He saw some on the commercials and her speeches. She was good. He didn't agree with what she was doing. To her he was the closest thing to a father she would ever have.

She said, "I am fine." She sat down and said, "In a week I will be going overseas. I am going to Iraq to put down a rebellion. One thousand fedayeen Saddam troops are heading toward Baghdad and I will be in a reconnaissance company. We will be over ten miles ahead of the rest of the division."

He groaned. She was going into combat. She would probably be shot at. How would she handle that? Her family was cruel but she was never in mortal danger. As he looked into her eyes, he knew that she could handle it. He said, "Well, your first real fight. How many troops are going?"

She said, "Near 40,000. The entire Second Marine Division along with an armored division. My company will be the spearhead. Where is Mary?"

Mary came running downstairs wearing their old cheerleading uniform saying, "I am here, Michelle. You are looking great." Then she said, "Bill, can you give us some time?"

"OK, Mary, but I want some time to catch up also." Then he got up and went into his room and turned on the television to watch ESPN.

Mary said with sadness, "I saw that damnable speech you gave five years ago announcing your party's candidate for the house. Then you gave several more speeches. Now, because of you and Jason, just about everyone fears the Eternal Ones. You need to quit. I know what happened to you, and it is repulsive, but that group isn't responsible. They are a peaceful people and they have dissolved the Eternal Women. They are just a small group of fruitcakes. What you and Jason are doing is wrong and what happened to you doesn't justify this."

Michelle's rage was boiling because of what she considered a betrayal. Mary must have bought into their nasty propaganda and lies. She was one of them once, so maybe lies had overcome her. Mary said, with tears running down her face, "I feel for you, let this go." She was about to blow up when Mary asked, "What do you say?"

Michelle's face was red with anger. She liked Mary, but this wasn't something she would never compromise on. She snarled, "Traitor," and left. How could Mary say these lies to her? How could Mary betray her like this? How could she side with the damnable group of terrorist vermin over her? That would cost her.
After Michelle stormed out the door, Bill came in, wondering what the outburst was about. Mary told him what happened. After that, Bill was sorry that he ever wished that Mary were more like Michelle. His fears about Michelle were true. Her anger had consumed her. Before Michelle reported for duty, she had one more stop. She was going to the party headquarters in New Jersey. Now she had insulted his daughter. He grieved with her, but she had gone too far.

Mary got up and said, "I haven't given up. I will go to New Jersey. I can convince her to give this crusade up. I know it." She had her doubts also, but she would give it a try.

Once she was at her party headquarters, she called Amber and Melissa for a conference. She was concerned about this new paper that was published by someone named Ryan Tomas called 'The Attacker.' The Straight Path was hard on the Eternal Ones, but Ryan's paper was different. It showed cartoonist caricatures of the women. They had bent forms and hooked noses. Sometimes they were snakes or spiders. They usually had a small boy that they were beating or killing. It was brutish and effective. It sold around fifty thousand copies so far. Michelle liked it and wanted to speak with Ryan. She started off by asking, "Have you found anything about this Ryan Tomas?"

Amber said, "We found out where he lives, where he eats, his wife and daughter as well as his dogs' names."

She was good. Michelle said, "Well, tell him that I wish to speak with him soon. I will be gone for around a year or so. Now every one is dismissed, I want to speak with Amber alone, please." Everyone left and Amber sat there worried. Michelle said, 'I like what you did with your people, but I noticed several problems. They are all women, what is that all about?"

Amber said, "I have noticed that the performance of females is superior to that of males in several areas. They make better personnel, so I have decreed that all members will be female. Do you disagree, Mein Fuehrer?"

She agreed. She sat there looking at her. Amber got up and walked toward Michelle. She put her hand on the side of Michelle's face. She looked longingly into her eyes. Michelle did the same. Around eight years of loyalty amounts for something. Michelle was aroused. Then Amber embraced Michelle and gave her a deep kiss. Michelle kissed back. Amber's hand reached up and squeezed Michelle's breast. They were all over each other. Then Michelle pushed off and said, "That is enough. I have places to go. I need to report for duty."

Amber saluted and left. As Michelle was leaving, Mary called out to her, but Michelle ignored her and got into her car. Michelle drove off with Mary in tears.
She reported for duty. She and the 600 others of the second regiment found themselves on a C5 and headed toward Basra. It was an eighteen-hour trip. They landed and got off. They saw thousands of soldiers and tanks. It looked like a war. They quickly headed off to liberate Baghdad. The second marine division headed off toward Baghdad with Michelle's company ten miles ahead of the rest of the division.

Next, they were ordered to engage a small company of soldiers. They armed themselves and headed southwest toward the enemy soldiers. They quickly found themselves surrounded and cut off by twenty thousand fedayeen Saddam troops. Michelle was shooting her weapon as well as the rest of her company. She quickly realized that they were being overrun. She called for a barrage on specific areas to clear a path for a retreat. The fighting was hand-to-hand and Michelle performed exceptionally. They started to retreat and got clear of the encirclement. They still weren't safe. They had half of their company wounded. Michelle saved five of them by running back into the enemy troops and retrieved the rest. Then they did a fighting retreat back to the second marine division. They were successful.

For that Michelle was promoted to captain and awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. After that, Michelle was an American hero. Every news station wanted interviews with the great Michelle. The president spent several seconds with her. He congratulated her, shook her hand, and put the medal over her head. Then he said a few words to the camera and left, all of this, despite the fact that Michelle was the head of the National Socialist Party. The reasoning was, she wasn't against Jews, and they were for children's protection, and it was bad politics to be against that. Anyone who spoke out against the National Socialists appeared that they were against protecting children. Then Michelle would destroy them by claiming that, very loudly.

For a month, Michelle was on every news station and did a personal interview on ABC. She talked about her abuse and what happened. She milked that for all it was worth. She held a picture up for the camera to show a close-up. It was a picture of her in skimpy lingerie with a collar and all bound. Then she showed another one with her in her maid's minidress with her bonds. Then she showed one with Sandra holding the cat of nine tales and Michelle chained to the ceiling with her arms over her head. There were marks on her back. It was clear she was in pain and being tortured. She looked fiercely into the camera and said, "That was my childhood and I am making sure that this doesn't happen to any of your sons. Don't buy from the Eternal Ones, the enemy of moral people."

Sandra and Craig were watching the television then. Sandra saw that and was stunned, but not too worried. When Craig saw his attacker on the TV, he started trembling. Sandra realized that and asked, "What's wrong?"

Craig said, "That is your sister, I met her several weeks ago, she attacked me. She made me dig a hole in the middle of nowhere. Then she had a firing squad stand and aim their weapons at me. They all laughed at me and walked away."

Sandra said, "She did that to you? I am going to kick her ass."

Craig was tired of this he laughed saying, "Go ahead, Sandra. I would like to see that. She came behind me and got my attention at first. Then she slugged me and I went flying. She is stronger that I am, Sandra. She would rip you a new asshole with little effort on her part. You better stick with twelve year olds, little miss."

That infuriated her. Her face flashed red and she stormed off to talk with Alexandra. That month Alexandra was sick of seeing her sister the hero on television. She couldn't go ten minutes without seeing her picture or her interview. When she first saw what happened she was stunned. She was watching a show and her picture suddenly appeared. She dropped everything she had in her hands and stood there. Her sister was an American hero now. She had been in a battle and had not only survived, but really shown herself to be an exceptional commander. How could she have ever known?

Now, their neighbors hated them. Their friends avoided them except for her sick group of friends. Sandra and she had gone excessively far. Alexandra couldn't believe that her sister was willing to tell the world the humiliation she suffered, and show pictures on national television. That must be humiliating. She must admit, it worked. Everyone knew what sickos they were and it got Michelle a measure of sympathy as well as a premise for her policy of protecting children. She was an abused child, so it was only natural that she would want to protect them. It also made a crystal clear point that these people were dangerous, so keep away from them. Her sister was smart.

Craig couldn't say anything. His worst nightmare was coming true; his victim was now a powerful commander and a political leader. He was sure that she wasn't done with him. As for his future, he wasn't sure he had one. Sandra didn't care. She knew that he would make an error and everyone would see him for the sissy he was. Sandra never saw her brother as anything but a boy. He wasn't powerful enough to be a girl. She liked dressing him up because she thought he hated it. He did at first. Then, quicker that anyone would have thought, he came to love it. Then he wouldn't think of himself as anything but a girl. That had infuriated Sandra because he wasn't humiliated by being referred to as a girl. She had kept telling him that he would never be a real girl. She had then made fun of his chest, calling him a flat-chested girl. He had cried at that. She could only make fun of his chest for a short while; in a little under two years he was bigger than she. The torture was great. She loved inflicting pain on him and seeing him cry. She enjoyed him serving her every whim also.

Having a personal slave was fun. She saw sadness in his eyes, but soon that sadness left. It was replaced by a fearsome glare. It didn't scar her because she knew that he would never be able to do anything. She was shocked when he had a gun. The beating he gave her was painful.

There was no reason for the pain she had given him. She was just sadistic and liked seeing people in pain. Alexandra had greed, but Sandra was mean.

Sally, once she had seen the effects on Michelle, couldn't hurt her anymore and avoided her. She had no problem referring to her brother as a girl since she wanted to be referred to as one. She did make a great girl. She couldn't hurt her anymore. She was too afraid to go to the authorities, as Sandra was mean and demonic. Now she didn't know who was worse, Sandra or Michelle. She would guess Michelle; Michelle had a good reason to hate, but that didn't excuse it.

As for Michelle, her dream was coming true. She called Bill to talk with him and he wouldn't speak with her anymore. Another betrayal; everyone she loved eventually turned away. That was her life. That would cost him also. She had a week of leave after that. She went to the states and tied up some loose ends. There was a paper that was printing bad articles about her. A Fritz was calling her a dangerous mad woman in his articles. She set up an interview with him to clear this up. He was being called an alarmist and most people were ignoring his paper. He was still a threat.

Fritz had seen this already. He was close to eighty. He was teenager when one by the name of Adolf Hitler was spewing out his trash. Everyone listened and he eventually was the head of the nation, with the peoples consent. After serving in the army and being defeated, he had come to America. He was sure that in a democracy that would never happen. Now it seemed like it was. Don't people learn? This woman spoke just like he did, she used that sinister seductive rhetoric. She used the same tactics, using peoples fear to control them. He was sure and no one even knew what was happening. They were gaining power. How could that happen? Now she wanted an interview with him. He thought long and hard. It was a risk. He would grant her an interview, and then he would expose her for the monster she was.

She went into his office. This interview would be televised to the nation. She was invited in. she wore her gown this time with stocking and her pin. She sat in a chair in front of him. He started bombarding her with questions. She knew he was trying to bait her into making a fool out of herself. He was trying to make her lose her temper. She spoke sharply, "NOW, if you aren't going to let me answer any questions, why did you accept this interview? You need to leave enough space in between your dumbass questions so I can answer. Are you going to let me answer, or ask question after question? If not, I just will wait until our time is done. Then I will leave."

His game was over; unlike the fiery Adolf who lost his temper frequently, she could hold it much more. Now he looked like the idiot. He let her answer his questions and, to his despair, she answered most logically. He asked about her plans about the Eternal Ones, would she build extermination camps for them?

She said, "NO, they need to be controlled. When I say we need to wipe this plague from this nation, they will be expelled from our borders or interned. Do you think I am a murderer or psychotic? Ask sensible questions or I will leave. You are offensive."

That did it, him offensive. He stood up and raged at her. He was cussing like a drunken sailor on shore leave. She simply got up and left. He looked like a loon. No one had to listen to him any more. His articles would not be printed anymore. She had to report for duty now.

Once she reported back, she was told that her company was going to the Balkans to keep the peace. Once there she realized that the conditions there were horrid. It was boring and cold. She saw no action. After spending six months there, she was sent to Siberia to take back a moored Akula class SSBN. The US called it the typhoon class. It was moored at a pen at Vladivostok Naval Base. A renegade general had taken the sub and was rearming and refueling the missiles. He was going to take it out to deep sea and fire the missiles at Washington, Beijing and Moscow. She wondered why send a squad of marines. Wouldn't SEAL's or a group of rangers be better? Well, it wasn't her decision.

She and her company were going and she didn't have a say in it, she went.
They would be airdropped ten miles from the sub pen. They would have to make their way from that distance. The soldiers grumbled. She could do it. All of her company were women and she wanted it that way. They boarded a C141 and it went off. They had 40 soldiers. They flew for over eight hours from Egypt to Vladivostok. They jumped at an attitude of twenty thousand feet. They free fell for what seemed forever, watching their watches then they let their chutes out. They landed safely and crept for over a day.

They could see the sub donning the blood red flag of their older days. As they crept closer, they could hear them singing the hymn of their old nation, the hymn of the USSR. She put a silencer on her rifle. She had a M4 instead of a more recent one. That was her favorite and she demanded it. There were two soldiers guarding the conning tower. She and her sergeant would take them out at the same time. They put scopes on their weapons. They aimed and shot. The two guards never knew what hit them. That was the easy part. Now they had to get in the sub and take out or secure the rest. She could see the missiles outside the sub and would be loaded in the missile bay when the sun came out. They had several more hours to do this. They approached the monstrous sub. The damn thing looked huge. It was the biggest one built. They snuck up the conning tower with Michelle in front. She was proving herself to be a leader. Michelle was first down the hatch. She immediately took out three others once she was down. Then the rest of her team came down and there was a firefight. Michelle threw a couple of phosphorus grenades and charged into the soldiers. After several minutes of bloody hand to hand, Michelle won the day.
The sub was transferred back to the Russian navy and Michelle and the rest of her team went to the states after serving four more months. It had been over a year since she was in the United States. She had an interview with a newspaper publisher named Ryan Tomas, the publisher of The Attacker. They got on a C17 and took a seventeen-hour trip back to New York. From there, Michelle went to New Jersey to see Ryan Tomas. Before she got to headquarters, she gave instructions for Melissa to be promoted to SS-Obergruppenfuhrer and for her to create a security service. Melissa would be its head.

When she got back to her headquarters, Ryan was there, waiting for her, He couldn't believe it. An older but still cute as hell Ryan was before her. He was still sporting the damn pageboy haircut. The same small boy whom she was forced to date was now before her. He had been duped into thinking that Michelle liked being tied up and having people using her. He was really duped and somewhat stupid. Maybe he was just innocent. He knew who the enemy was. She felt like ripping his head off. He was valuable. He was really getting the general public to see this menace.

He recognized her right away and about fainted. This woman, his old girlfriend was the same one that was all over TV. She was the head of the National Socialist Party. As he looked at her, he was in awe. She was magnificent. She was powerful. She was perfect for him. He was in love.

She called for Amber and she came in with her black uniform. She was intimidating with her uniform, her collar tab sporting three oak-leaves with a wreath partially around them. She had the perfect uniform of the Reichsfuehrer-SS. She could make sure that Michelle was safe. She glared at Ryan and Ryan didn't know what to think. He knew who this woman was and what she was here for. Amber was here to make sure that Michelle was safe. That could only mean that Michelle didn't feel safe with him. Why was that? Michelle said, "Given our history, I think it is prudent to have security here, right Amber?" She took Amber's hand, gently caressing it, and gazed into her eyes. Amber did the same. She was falling for Michelle.

Then Ryan realized something; these women were in love, but where did that leave him? Why did she go out with him? But that wasn't the purpose of this meeting.

Michelle took her hand back and said, full of authority, "Well Ryan, I like your style. What do you say you work for us? We will pay you well. You will be given a rank within our party also."

Ryan didn't like that idea. His paper would lose its independence, so he said, "Would I still have editorial control?"

"Of course, you are really making a difference in this struggle. Your paper is selling great and you are getting your point across. Why would I want to mess with that? You have full editorial control of your paper, you will just have more resources to sell your paper with."

He liked that. He didn't like the way she was glaring at him. She looked like she could kill him without much effort at all. He said, "I like your idea. I agree."

Not that Michelle felt any compassion but this boy looked frightened. She felt like clearing several issues up. She said, "For your info, I was never into guys at all. I hated being tied up. My sister forced me into the roll. What you did to me wasn't my idea at all. I considered it rape and you hurt me badly. I have nightmares about you. I know that you were clueless, but I don't forgive you. I was always into girls. I love Amber. If that hurts you, tough shit."

This news was hurtful. He had been hurting her all that time. He felt like an idiot and a rapist. He hated himself. He didn't have a clue nor was he given a clue. She did cry when he had looked into her eyes, but she always had a valid excuse. He felt rotten. However, it was his damn fault, so tough shit.
He left feeling rotten; he would do his best to make it up as best he could. He had a lot to make up: a year of rape and bondage games that weren't her idea. He would do his best. He knew that he would never erase the memories, but he would try his best. He just had to.

After the duffus left, Michelle and Amber were all over each other. They were in the office for over an hour. They both came out disheveled. Afterwards, they both straightened their uniforms in front of the dumbfounded guys who could only imagine what had taken place in the office. They were back to business. Michelle had to report back for duty. As she was driving back to base, the radio blared that a communist revolution had taken place in Mexico. General Marcus, the one who led the revolution, said, "A new order is in place in Mexico. We have no intention to threaten America. We will continue trade as usual. In five years, we will have armed forces to rival the best in the world. War production will increase to meet this goal."

Then the Secretary of State came on and said, "This disturbing development is frightening. Our forces along the American Mexican border will have an elevated readiness. The third army and the fifth army will be mobilized and sent to the border. I must stress that no hostility is expected from Mexico."

Then the radio said, "News reports indicate that the Peoples Republic of China had a hand in this. They are transferring weapons to the Mexican army. They are also sending theater nuclear weapons as well as their new ICBM called the Chairman Mao to Mexico. It can hit anywhere in the world and had 30 warheads with a yield of 20 megatons. Reports indicate that silos are already in operation with this new ICBM."

Then, a Chairman Yi, the chairman of the Communist Party of China said, "If America takes any hostile action toward our ally Mexico, that would be taken as an act of war by the United States of America against the Peoples Republic of China."

Michelle said, "Holy shit." This was unexpected. What now? What would their response be? She was worried.

As she got to base, she asked her commander what their orders were. He told her that they were going to Sudan to escort refuges to Egypt. She said, "What? Mexico erupts into revolution, starts arming at an incredible rate; they have a belligerent commander with China as their ally giving them nuclear weapons and we are going to Sudan. You have got to be kidding me!"

"You have your orders. Mexico, at the moment, poses no threat and has no hostile intents. I think that will change, personally, as do a lot of people. Your unit would be better served escorting refugees. You have your orders, captain. Follow them!"

She saluted, saying, "Yes sir." In five hours, she was on a C5 heading toward Sudan. Once there, she found them, a ragtag starving bunch of refugees. Their country had erupted into civil war and they had fallen out of favor with their dictator.

There was no opposition and their operation went down without any problem. Next they were in Egypt, patrolling the border to keep the Sudanese army away from Egypt. That was boring. She spent six months guarding a checkpoint. After that, they served in Saudi Arabia. Next was Kazakhstan, then Turkey. By then it had been close to five years since she had set foot on American soil. She had been in the Marine Corps for twenty years. She saw no action for the last five years. She never even fired her weapon in anger. That was boring.

Her party had grown enormously. They had close to a hundred seats in the United States of House of Representatives, 30 seats on the United States Senate, and a majority in ten states. Party membership had swelled to almost a million. The Storm Troopers grew to almost four hundred thousand.

Michelle called Melissa to her office. She said, "I am impressed with your progress, Melissa. Amber, I am displeased with yours. You don't seem to know where your place is, do you. If you have problems following my deputy's orders, then your usefulness is reduced. This is a warning, follow Melissa's orders or you will be dispensed with. Amber, you are dismissed." When she spoke with Amber, she spoke with an edge of steel.

"Now that Amber is gone, here are your orders. You have the candidates for our positions for the seats in the house. Do as you feel best. I must go," said Michelle. She trusted Melissa better than Amber. Amber was a bit better as commanding her detail. Amber had better get used to following Melissa, or she would find herself dismissed from her position.

When she returned, she looked up Amber and she was at her office waiting for her. She had been hearing disturbing rumors about Amber's troops. Several members of the protective corps were thinking that Amber should be their Fuhrer. She had Amber call all members of the Protective Corps and meet her at the parade ground at party headquarters when she returned. She called Roehm and had his larger detail appear there with two hundred thousand troops and surround Amber's troops. There were close to a hundred thousand members of Amber's detail.

The Mexican Army was enormous. They had close to two million troops in their army. They had powerful armored divisions that outmatched the American M1A2. America was on the other hand was reeling from the blunders of the turn of the century and was downsizing their armed forces. Now with the People's Republic of China aiding the Mexicans, Americans were getting dangerously agitated at the continued uneven trade with Mexico and losing jobs to Mexico. There were increasing riots and very loud demands for the complete withdrawal from NAFTA. The government was forced to do it. Mexico declared that an act of war and gave America a week to reinstate NAFTA. At that declaration, powerful armies were sent to the border. That included Major General Michelle Grove's first marine division.

Michelle was now the commander of the first marine division. She was a Major General. Michelle was exited at this. She might finally get to see some action. She did, as well as her first defeat. Over four million enemy troops flooded across the border and caught the American armies unprepared for the immense, well-armed troops. The Mexican Army was armed with brand new tanks that outmatched the American armored division. Our divisions were crushed. Michelle lost her entire division. She had to retreat. In twelve weeks, New Mexico, Texas, Arizona, Oklahoma, Nevada, part of California and Kansas were overrun and occupied. Michelle got to safety. With no troops in position and no more troops with the capacity to fight, the president pleaded for an end. Mexico's leader demanded crushing reparation and the cessation of all territory taken during 1841. Our president, being in no position to refuse, agreed.

Michelle was mad at that defeat. There was nothing she could have done, they were outnumbered and outfought. She saw hundreds of thousands of soldiers coming at them. They formed a tight perimeter and did their best. American aircraft dropped bombs and strafed them, but it wasn't enough. Michelle yelled, "We need to get the hell out of here. Retreat!" She yelled retreat loudly and her battalion started backing out. By then half of them were dead already. Only three of them made it to safety.

The result was a crushing depression for the United States as well as confirmation of everything Michelle had been saying. Michelle had a few years before ordered a new stadium to be built in New Jersey. It was the same design of Zeppelin Field. She called it Michelle Field. It would be done in two years. By then money was pouring into her party. Several large unions as well as large financial firms supported her. AFCSME also supported her. Her own companies were making billions. She had an oil company and an aircraft factory. Her aircraft was making several large jets. She had the NS 1000 that was twice as large as the 747 and was three times as efficient as well as four times the thrust. Her new engine couldn't be beat.

She was building new military jets also. She put a plan into action that would back Alexandra's company into a corner. She would need Michelle's company to survive. She went to most of the companies that Alexandra did business with and bought sizable amounts of stock. Then she demanded that Alexandra give Michelle's company better offers for their oil. Alexandra would have to sell their oil to Michelle at half price, or they wouldn't do business with Alexandra. It was quite expensive, but it worked. Alexandra found herself in a corner that she couldn't get out of.

Michelle and Amber stood on a large podium with columns of Amber's troops standing there, waiting for Michelle to say something. They noticed that the Storm Troopers surrounded them. The Protective Corps was worried. Michelle spoke. "I have been hearing disturbing reports about idle gossip. Apparently, some of you are displeased with my leadership. Will the following come up to the podium, please?" She read off three-dozen names and they came up.

Michelle said, "You seem to be the biggest problem. You, Jessica, said that Amber ought to kill me and take command from Melissa. And the rest of you agreed. Jessica, and all of you, place your party card in my hand and leave. A small detail of Roehm's guards will escort you from our property." The woman gave Michelle her party card and the rest of the women did the same and left. Then Michelle said, "Many of you aren't innocent, but these women said something I couldn't ignore. You are dismissed." She had made her point. She was not afraid to confront traitors. She could command. She had no problem after that. She gave Amber a stern warning. This would be her last chance. No more deception would be tolerated.

After the disaster, vast conscription and war production occurred. Michelle and Amber were in her office when Michelle said, "Our time has come. Get Roehm. His troops will provide support. With American troops depleted and riots in Chicago, New York and Los Angeles, our troops will be invaluable. The president requested our support. We will provide it. Now we need to have a rally. We can fill both houses in every state and the federal government. We will prevail. We will crush this vermin."

Amber said, "Yes, Mein Fuehrer. We will triumph."

Michelle walked out and said to her party, "My friends, this is what we need. This will show the American people what moron our leaders are in Washington. They are controlled by the Eternal Ones. Roehm's Storm Troopers are helping combat this. We will survive; we will hold our first large rally in our newly built stadium. This election we will pack both houses. We surrendered in January," she raged. "We were betrayed by the criminals of 2031. We must crush this menace." As she was walking out the door she said, "SIEG HEIL," while raising her arm. Her time had come.

She and Amber were holding hands and walking toward their stadium. It was being prepared and Amber said, "That is impressive, Mein Fuhrer. What are we doing?"

"We will go in and look around. I will devote my full attention to party matters. How has Melissa been doing?"

"Fine."

Michelle said, "I wish to speak to her."

As Michelle and Melissa were walking toward a large car Melissa said, "Everything is proceeding as I expected. We will prevail."

As she was walking out, she felt great. Her time had come. This time she would achieve victory. She would retire from the Marines after 25 years. She was a Major General.

The first signs appeared in large city saying, 'Eternal Ones forbidden here.' Their next rally would be in a week.

Part III

Michelle had retired from the Marine Corps after twenty-five years of service and she attained the rank of major general. She was the first transsexual to achieve such a high rank. She was the commander of the first marine division. By now, Michelle's party had a majority in 10 states. They had around one hundred members in the United States House of Representatives and 40 members in the United States Senate. Around sixty percent of the Army were members also. The entire Marine Corps were members. They were now showing their true colors. They dispensed with the black circle on the flag and were showing another symbol, the true symbol of the National Socialist Party. The public liked it. They were openly voting national socialists into office without reservation.

The United States had just suffered a massive defeat by Mexico aided by the People's Republic of China. Over two hundred divisions flooded across the border between the America and Mexico. In six months New Mexico, Arizona, Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas and part of California were occupied by Mexico. The American armies were crushed by the onslaught. With the American divisions crushed or surrendered, the Mexican army was posed to advance further, the American president pleaded for an armistice.

The Mexican dictator demanded humiliating and crushing concessions. He demanded immense war reparations and the cessation of territory taken by Mexico. The American president signed the treaty of Mexico City. The result was a crushing depression and millions of jobs lost. Over thirty percent of Americans lost everything. This was reminiscent of 1929. Americans were blaming the Eternal Ones for this. Michelle made sure of that.

Michelle was in her office dressed as an officer. She was sitting at her desk with Amber, Melissa and Jason before her. Michelle said, "Everything is proceeding. With this defeat, America will vote for our party. The next election is in two years. I will run for the office of president. Our party will take a majority in both houses. We will, in effect, run the nation. Our time has come."

Amber said, "Our time has indeed come, but the offensive has killed my family."

Melissa said, "I wish it had done the same for my 'mother.'" She didn't consider the woman who had raised her to be her mother or even a person. That 'thing' had caused her so much pain that she had come to just want her to die. Her mother was living comfortably. The things her mother had done to her after she had killed her father were horrid. She had prostituted her daughter. She had brought in men and let them have their way with her. She had even had a kind of wedding with the school janitor. She had them in a room for a week. Melissa was a good daughter and had good grades and obeyed her mother. Melissa never understood why, but then some 'whys' can't be understood.

Melissa didn't give a damn anymore; she had better things to do than reminisce about the past. She had people to kill and a little twerp named Amber to keep in line. Then she would have her mother to put in a concentration camp. She tried to ruin her future by making sure that she couldn't get a job. She spread perverted pictures and rumors around, so no one would hire her. She was forced to marry and live with Gus, her husband, to eat and have a place to live. After a year, she was going to kill herself out of despair. He had had a heart attack, so Melissa sent a letter to her mother telling her that she was going to kill herself. She wondered around for a year trying to get a job and go to college. A small college accepted her and now she had a "masters" in science. Soon she would realize that the letter was a ruse.

Then there was Doctor Jason Patrick. He had a doctoral degree in psychiatry. He was a great orator and could spew out as convincing bullshit as anyone ever could. He had stolen several dresses and a cheerleaders uniform from a local girl and was all dressed up when her mother had caught him. She had restrained him and called the police. To make matters worse, she had put several bundled hundred-dollar bills in his purse. His mother then told him that he was on his own. A judge gave sentenced him to a special school. There, he would suffer horrors untold. The headmistress was a sadist named Shelia. Shelia would visit a selected boy every night and molest him or worse.

On the anniversary of the boy's first day, she would bring several women and her husband and watch the events unfold. On their last night at the school, she had made sure that it was a night they would never forget. She and a half dozen women would show up at the boy's door and say, "We all came to say goodbye." He later found out that she was a member of the damnable group of women that he preached about, the Eternal Women. He had met several other boys that had spent time there. They had tried to file a criminal complaint. They had tried to file a civil action. When those failed, they were plotting revenge by less legal means when Michelle convinced them that there were other ways to get revenge that would not leave them incarcerated.

Michelle said, "Next week we have our first large-scale rally to give. Three hundred thousand of Roehm's Storm Troopers will attend. Amber, your troops will also attend. We will give the largest rally in a hundred years. We need to make a documentary about this. Know anyone that knows about movie production?"

After a second Melissa said, "I do. My mother made a movie with me when I was around eleven, titled 'Sissy Boy Learns his Lesson.' It was a sick movie where I was dressed as a cheerleader and tried to lure a pretty girl in our house to rape her. It wasn't my idea that the movie went like that. In the movie, the girl turned the tables on me and raped me. She brought in a college student that majored in film production. She was horrid. She liked to see me beaten. My co-star was a girl that I had liked."

Michelle thought about this and said, "She was a film major. What is her name?"

"Vanessa Patterson. They were going to sell it when I told her that it was illegal. Mother said that she isn't concerned about the law. She said that if I married Gus, then the video would be kept private. It wasn't," Melissa said.

Michelle said, "She'd better damn well be concerned about our laws. 'Triumph of the Will II' will be great. Our tenth party congress rally will be one for the history books. Find her; she will not say no to us."

Michelle was in thought when she said, "That was what Alexandra said. She wasn't concerned with the law either. She beat the law when I reported it. A lying judge gave me back to her. His mistake. Amber, bring the film producer here in three days."

"Yes, Mein Fuehrer."

Melissa would love this part. Amber looked through official records and found hundreds of Vanessa Patterson's. She narrowed the search for ones that majored in film and lived around Melissa's house during the period in question. She found three. Then she had people in three groups go out and ask specific questions about a Melissa Miller who had been called Jeffery. They would appear to want to make another movie. Quickly, they found their target, and she was invited to go to New Jersey to make another movie. Vanessa agreed.

What greeted her was a nightmare. She saw a confident and powerful Melissa. She had a guard and Amber there. Then there was a woman behind that looked like her sister. She was nothing like she remembered. She could see a mouth and eyes that seemed to look into her very soul. The women said, "Welcome, Vanessa, to the our headquarters. I am Michelle. You majored in film production. You made some very interesting films with Melissa here. I saw them and they are revolting. Why would anyone want to make films like that is beyond me. You will make a film for us now."

She brightened and looked at Melissa and said, "How much fun is this going to be, Melissa?"

"It will be fun for me, but it isn't going to be as much fun for you as you think," said Melissa. Now Vanessa had a suspicion that there was something else going on.

Michelle said, "Vanessa, Michelle will be in your video for us. We are holding a rally in our new stadium, and you are going to make a documentary of it. I am announcing my candidacy for the office of president. The rally will be the biggest we have ever had. Almost three hundred thousand of our militia will attend, as well as five hundred thousand spectators. Have you ever seen Triumph of the Will by Leni Riefenstahl? That will be your model. What do you say?"

She was disappointed. She said, "I don't do propaganda."

Michelle said, "This is not propaganda. This is going to be the truth. Look around you. Immigrants, Eternal Ones - stealing everything we work for."

Michelle took a bite of chocolate cake. She loved chocolate. Then Vanessa said, "American citizens. Any party that comes to power will guarantee their rights."

Michelle raged spitting out her chocolate cake, "We are talking about the Eternal Ones here! They have no rights. You were one of them, not a patriot. You know no better." She had chocolate cake on her chin and teeth. It was a very unflattering picture of Michelle.

Then she said, "You will make this video for us. We just jammed through a law that voided all statutes of limitations for all crimes concerning children and pornography with children. That includes crimes committed before the act was passed. That would affect you, Vanessa. Want to do some time in prison?"

She realized that she had little choice. She had heard about the law. She had had no idea that it would ever be used on her. She looked at Melissa, infuriated at the condescending smirk. She realized that Melissa would probably arrest her whatever she chose. She would try. She said, "I will do it. I will make your video."

Michelle said, "Address Melissa properly, as Mistress. Call her Mistress Melissa."
She walked up to Melissa, kneeled, and said, "Mistress Melissa, what are my orders?" That was humiliating.

She said full of authority, "You have your orders, you moron. You will have a generous account. You will also have one of Amber's lieutenants watching you at all times. Get to it, Moron. That will be what I will call you. That is your name now. Leave, Moron."

That was insulting. She left. She purchased over twenty top quality cameras and hired three dozen people to record the event. In a week, it was all ready. Michelle was ready for it all to be televised to the entire nation.

As they left to follow her orders, Sally came into her office with tears in her eyes. She was repulsed by her sister's conduct. Sally liked her sister and remembered playing with her brother. She didn't abuse her too much. After a few weeks, she never hurt him at all. She did like his service, but the sadness in him ruined it. She hated Sandra. When she entered, she asked, "What is the meaning of all of this? What you are doing is no revenge for what Sandra is doing. You are just being a tyrant like all tyrants that have ever lived."

Michelle said, "I will be much better that all of them. You will suffer too. Why did you not help me?"

Sally said, "You always picked Sandra over me when we wanted to know who was cuter. I was never chosen. You were so popular and were so good in your studies. We would be trying so hard and you would be done. I hated all of that. You were the worst brother. You were spiteful when mom was around."

"I can think of much worse brothers. I've heard of brothers that molested and raped their sisters. I heard of brothers that would beat their sisters to death. That seems like a good option now. When was I spiteful? I was respectful and kind. No matter, if I didn't have a reason to be spiteful, I have a great reason now. I was raped, tortured, molested, enslaved, and just for being smarter and more popular, as well as being the beneficiary to our mother's will. What a reason for all of my suffering. Your reason for what you did and didn't do is nothing. What happened to me was out of proportion to what I was doing to you.

"You were envious and I was raped. Big difference. Being smart and popular isn't a reason for rape and sexual assault. I thought you were moral when I was growing up. The memory of dressing up and pretending to be your sister and playing house and dolls are good memories. Then I have not so good memories, and you are partially to blame. You didn't help when I asked; any moral person would have. You are not moral. You are the enemy of all moral people. Now leave."

She walked away, realizing that part of what Michelle had said was correct. If she were a moral person, she would have helped. As far as Michelle was concerned, Sally's betrayal was the worst. As Michael, he had liked her; he thought that she was moral. She had played and they had had much fun together. She had turned on him. She had refused to help. That was unforgivable. Sandra had never been nice to her. Sandra's behavior was partially expected, cruelty and pain. The vicious nature of Sally's cruelty had been unexpected. Sally, Michael had thought, had been his friend. That had turned into a nightmare. Sandra or Donna administered a vast majority of her abuse. There was Craig, but Sandra, again, had directed that. Sally, for years, had just enjoyed Michelle's service and had watched in silence. Well, Michelle thought, reminiscing about the past would accomplish nothing. There was work to be done. A huge rally was a week away to announce her candidacy for president. Her prime opponent would be Julianna Young. She was a democrat. Then she had an idea. Show off. She called Amber in. She waltzed in and Michelle said, "Bring me these people, Alexandra and Craig. I want them in this office in two days."

"Yes, Mein Fuehrer." Then she was gone.

By then, Alexandra had forgotten about her sister. She hadn't seen her on television in almost eight years. The most vocal speaker was Doctor Jason Patrick, and it was thought that he was the leader of the party. Michelle had kept a low profile. Alexandra was eating at an Italian restaurant when two women in black uniforms and jack boots approached her. They had the armband of their party and two lightning bolts on their collar - members of the Protective Corps. One of them said, "Alexandra, the Fuehrer requires your presence."

"Right, go away. I won't go. Leave me." Alexandra was frightened.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, I prefer it the hard way." The woman gave Alexandra a sadistic grin.

Alexandra, after giving it some thought, submitted and went. She got up and said, "Fine, I am out of shape and my daughter wouldn't want me to get hurt."

The woman said, "Damn, I wanted to kick your ass." Alexandra knew that this woman would beat her. She got up and went with them.

Then it was time to gather Craig. He was working in a fast food restaurant and part-time in construction. He was barely making ends meet while feeding his eight year-old son. He was his pride. Lately, his impressionable young mind was really taken by the 'new America' speeches that Jason was giving. He was really into that. He wanted to join the NSY, 'National Socialist Youth,' and nothing that Craig could say would change his mind. Craig was serving at the fast food counter when two black-suited women approached Craig. Craig saw them and thought nothing of it; they were cute, but he had a wife, Megan, and didn't want to jeopardize that. One woman said, "The Fuehrer wants an audience with you, NOW."

What did the National Socialist Party want with him? He figured that they had dispensed with Michelle after that rally. He had not heard her name in seven years. He said, "Get lost, broad. I have work to do and I need to get back to my son."

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way; let me try the hard way."

She smiled at him. He went over the counter and said, "Come on bitch, try me."

Then she moved toward him and faster that he could react, she tripped him and grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him. A sharp pain shot threw his body. He realized that he was no match for this woman. He said, "OK, stop it. I'll go."

This happened in front of all of the people in the place. There was even a paid-off cop watching and snickering at him. He turned to him and said, "Why aren't you doing anything? Aren't you a cop?"

He said, "Yes, I am, but your ass should be in jail, you rapist." Now he had a suspicion who was behind this and he didn't like it at all.

Almost a day later Alexandra and Craig were in the lobby of the National Socialist Party, waiting to be invited in the office. By now, both knew who was behind this. Alexandra said, "So, Craig, after Michelle got away, what have you been doing?"

"I married and had a son, working crappy jobs to help support them. How about you?"

"Nothing. My company crashed. I am living off the millions the will gave to me. It is enough."

Then a large man that both recognized as Ernst said, "Come in, the Fuehrer expects you." They got up wearily and went into Michelle's office. What they saw was more fearsome than they had thought.

Michelle said softly but full of power, "Welcome, I have been expecting you. I am Michelle, the Fuehrer. I invite you to our largest rally yet in less than a week. You will be expected to attend. Alexandra, I will announce my candidacy for president. Even if I lose, I win. Julianna's running mate has a secret. I know him from our younger days, my fourteenth birthday. I have the photos and a video. It would be quite distressing to his family if those made the news. He will resign and recommend me. I would have him by the...balls. Craig, do you remember me?" That was hard to say, given that she certainly had known him once before. Only that time she had been giving him pleasure and she was being molested. This time it would be different. She doubted that she would need that plan, as she would win this election. Her cold voice seemed to reverberate throughout the room. It has the air of supreme authority and astounding confidence. It also sounded chilling, her voice sent chills down their spines. Her voice was dripping with cruelty.

He could hardly speak. He stuttered, "Y-y-yes, Michelle, I apologize for my conduct."

"Too late for that. Your comments to my officers were noted. Your chauvinistic attitude still is prevalent. Even if you really were apologetic, it would be too late. It's too late for that. Your treatment of me happened and was horrendous. You and your son will pay."

"Why my son? He didn't hurt you."

"Correct, but he is from your genes. He will be an abuser, and it would hurt you more."

He asked, "You want to harm my son to get to me. Why?"

"Because I can. My compassion was destroyed years ago. That is why. I won't hurt your son. I will turn him. He will be...mine," she said.

He said, "You will make him your son."

"No, he is not worthy of being my son. I will indoctrinate him and he will be a party member. Maybe I will make him someone's daughter."

"Turn my son into a girl? Please don't. That would destroy him."

"Why? That was probably the best thing that happened to me. The rapes and molestation was horror. The femininity was great. Femininity is a wondrous gift."

He said, "You were a sissy; a real man would hate it." That was a very stupid thing to say in his position.

"You are in a perilous position. You had better watch you say, I have it within my power to destroy you, and will do so without any reservations." Then she stood up and walked up to him. As she got closer, he became scared. She lifted him off the floor by his neck and held him up. He was gagging and chocking. He couldn't breath. Michelle was cackling and threw Craig about three feet. Craig was stunned by this display of strength. Michelle ran up to Craig and put her boot across Craig's neck. She held her boot there and didn't let any air get through. His face was turning blue and he stopped fighting. Michelle looked at the change in his face with childish fascination. Then she removed her foot and in a few minutes, he got up, rubbing his neck. Michelle said with deadly malice, "I never want that term 'sissy' applied to me anymore. You are dismissed. You will attend the rally. You will follow my instructions, and you will die when I have decided that you have outlived your usefulness." He got up and ran out.

Alexandra was now terrified. Michelle was more powerful than anyone she had ever met. She was more of a creature than a woman. She was filled with hatred and evil. She thought that Sandra was mean; she didn't even compare with Michelle. 'Michelle was created by Sandra, the ultimate expression of Sandra's personality,' thought Alexandra.

"You attend the rally and bring Craig. My officers will not help. It's up to you. I would be quite displeased if both of you weren't there. You have a daughter. Yes. She is eight," a fearsome Michelle said.

There was nothing she could do. She must not panic. She had just threatened her daughter. She had just mentioned her, but the idea was clear. She said, "Craig and I will attend your rally. Count on it."

"I expected nothing less. Dismissed." She turned and left with her sister cackling.

Alexandra had never in her life felt so helpless and vulnerable, vulnerable against Michelle, her little sister. How did she do that? She must know. One thing was clear: Michelle was in charge. There was nothing she could do about it.
As Michelle meditated, she was troubled. She foresaw a defeat for the race for the president. She saw no way to win the election. The American public would vote for Julianna, then she would get her mate to resign. Then Julianna would appoint her. That was how she saw the events unfold.

Amber left fuming; intentionally losing a presidential election was stupid. What was Michelle thinking?

Everything was set. The Storm Troopers were assembled. The Protective Corps were in their assigned places. Vanessa's cameras were rolling. The seats were packed. Flags were flying or hanging. Michelle, Jason, Amber and Melissa were ready to make their grand entrance. Michelle straightened her uniform and started walking up the steps to the parade ground with Amber, Jason and Melissa behind her. As she walked into the open space, she saw hundreds of thousands of her bright blue troops in massive columns. She walked in a wide path between the columns of troops. She walked to a large raised podium. She stood on it with her commanders behind her stiff at attention. She was wearing her black uniform designed for her protective corps. There were massive viewscreens that showed her face in detail. On both sides of the screen were huge hanging blood red flags with the ominous symbol. On top of the stadium were groups of three massive hanging party flags. It looked like a real Nuremberg rally. She said, "I am announcing my candidacy for the office of President of the United States. The National Socialist Party for the Protection of Children nominates me for the office."

Sandra was watching, nearly having a heart attack at seeing her sister on national television in this awesome rally. When she announced her candidacy for president, she groaned in terror.

Craig was in the bleachers watching. He knew what to expect, but this grand spectacle was still breathtaking. She, as the president; it was just a horrifying thought. He had no doubt that she would be elected.

She did, she expected to lose. She continued, "I will give our economy what it needs: more jobs, money for education and tougher penalties for child predators. They will lose their citizenship. The Eternal Ones will find themselves isolated and unable to continue their predatory and parasitic existence! They are out to destroy us, take over our lives! They storm into our country unwanted, unwelcome, and they are everywhere! If anyone is to live in peace, the Eternal Ones must be controlled. They are the enemy of all moral people."

"For years, I was a prisoner. I was taking blows from all directions; I was raped, molested, enslaved and tortured. I didn't know who the enemy was. The turning point came when my eyes could see years later when I was still in enslavement. I could see my enemy, our enemy." She screamed, "the Eternal Ones; we recognize them, we recognize him." She was pointing beside her, there was no one there, but she was making a point. It was clear and everyone was cheering in agreement. "We can see how their filth and greed has destroyed this nation and brought on this defeat. We must crush this vermin. We must wipe this plague from this nation. We will destroy the child molesters. We will disinfect our country of the Eternal Ones' vermin." As she said that last line, she was pointing at the sky and everyone rose up and cheered at her hateful speech.

The troops saluted. She continued for almost an hour, spewing hate. At the end, she shared a perfectly logical plan to start the economy and produce jobs. It would include handing full power to her. She didn't mention that through. She raised her arm straight out and boomed, "Sieg heil!" Her troops and audience did the same. Then Jason took over and gave another hour-long 'new America' speech. They all sat down when thousands of troops holding party banners saying 'America Awaken' and others holding torches flooded down the center where the Storm Troopers had made a wide path. Then they all separated. They marched around doing impressive displays. That lasted throughout the night. It ended around one in the morning with the troops marching through the street singing the Horst Wessel song.

That night Michelle lay in bed thinking a lot about her childhood. The worst memories were her 'birthdays.' Sandra and Andrea had directed it. Michelle's sister would sit beside her with a condescending smirk, barely able to keep a straight face. Sandra and Andrea would laugh and smirk while she was being sexually assaulted. That made her red hot mad. She didn't know what had been so damn funny, but vengeance was close.

Her anger would consume her and keep her company. She would control the country. Nothing could stop that; then it would be time to make them pay. Her childhood was destroyed, completely ruined. She had never understood the reason for the viciousness of it all. The enslavement was acceptable, at least the reason for it was. It served to destroy her will. The beatings served to teach her the penalty of disobedience as well as destroy her will.

The gay sex, now that dumbfounded her. Why? That part served no purpose, the job to destroy her was being done. That was just for her sister's joy of seeing her brother raped and used as a slut. That had been a mistake, for it had hardened her resolve to escape. It had also filled her with anger that in turn filled her with darkness. Now this was the result. Michelle hoped Sandra liked what she had created. Realistically, Sandra probably wasn't even worried, if she even noticed.

The next day Michelle summoned Amber and Roehm. Michelle waved a paper from the New York Times with a nasty article about Michelle. When Roehm entered, she said, "Will you look at this, a private memo concerning your quotes about storming the capital. We've talked about revolution, during our first conversation when I was in captivity, and hundreds of times since then. You and your SA are having a terrible problem getting away from the concept of open revolution. What do I have to do to convince you? The SA must be behind us every step of the way. This is a test, you take care of this and I can put this whole nasty business behind us. You pass and you can stay. Dismissed."

He snapped his heals and said, "Heil Michelle," Then left.

Michelle shook her head. He was becoming a pain in the ass. This whole business was a pain in the ass. She had prepared a rally for next month. It wasn't going to be as big, but still memorable.

Sandra was just stunned. Michelle didn't seem like she was going to fail. No one was seeing her for the sissy she used to be. In fact, she wasn't such a sissy after all. She was powerful and charismatic. Everyone loved her. Sandra was beginning to be taken by her power.

Alexandra wouldn't speak to her anymore. When she went to see Alex, she was withdrawn. She tried to force the issue and got in her face but she was hit. Alex had hit Sandra and raged, "Why did you have to be so sadistic, you little whore! I should kill you, you sadistic little bitch! If you weren't my sister I would stomp you into the ground like the slime you are!"

She had been so taken by the ferocity of the attack that she had left. Of course, she didn't know what happened to Alexandra or Craig; she saw the televised rally and had a bad feeling about all of this. She knew what would happen to her if Michelle achieved power. Sandra would have done the same thing, but this was Michelle. Sandra knew she could never have achieved the things that Michelle had.

Michelle sat back in her chair thinking. In a little more that two years, she would be the president.

Throughout the next year, she had rallies, marches, public speeches and televised interviews. Her paper turned out glowing reports about Michelle and Ryan's papers slandered Julianna's name as much as possible. Her presses printed out posters glorifying Michelle. One had Michelle standing proud bathed in a red glow on a dark background with words printed along the bottom 'one people, one nation, one Fuehrer!' It was obvious where the idea for that came from. By now the race was heating up. The popular vote would happen next November in which time the electors would vote. She was campaigning in California, New York, New Jersey, Illinois, Georgia, Montana, and Washington. That should give her the 210 votes she needed. Without the states now occupied by Mexico, the Electoral College had been reduced by 80 votes.

Her next rally would be in her hometown in Kentucky. There was close to eight thousand waiting for her to speak. She was standing on a large platform with a line of storm troopers in front of her. There was Jason on one side and Melissa on the other. She said, "My friends, for years I was in captivity. I was called Michael back then. During that time my sister set up a plan to destroy me. I was beaten regularly. I was raped, molested and enslaved. I don't blame my sister; she was a pawn in a conspiracy of the Eternal Ones. They are to blame, for all of our misfortunes. I was one of the first and I wont be the last. All of your children are in danger of this menace. Their goal is to enslave all of us. The Eternal Ones want to destroy us and take over our lives, and their goal is almost complete. We are the only hope."

She let that hang in the air for a few seconds and continued, " This nation needs a new direction and a new plan. We need more jobs, more money, more teachers and more leadership." She spoke for another hour and left. The audience loved it. While she was in her limo with Melissa she said, "Melissa, what would you give my chances to win?"

"I have no doubt that you will win."

"I am not counting on winning. I think I will lose to Julianna. We have a debate in two weeks and I will defeat her. Still, I think that a majority will vote for Julianna. I saw that happening."

This was unexpected. She would lose; she didn't have any doubt. When she saw something happening, it would happen. She was never wrong on these things.

Michelle said, "But I will be president. Don't worry about that. Nothing can stop that." After the rally she decided to pay a visit to her worst enemy, Sandra, who she has not seen in close to twenty-five years. She was not married, but lived with a man named Biff and he had a son. They were engaged. She had Amber and several of their guards with her. She knocked on the door and a sad little boy in a maid's minidress with his hands and ankles bound and wearing a collar with a leash opened the door. He was crying. He curtseyed and said, "Hello, what may I do for you madam?"

She was enraged at this display of perversion. She took him by the arm and said, "Amber, take him into custody and deliver him to social services. I will handle this." Would her sister ever stop turning boys into maids? She stormed in and said, "Sandra, get you stupid dumb ass here now. We need to talk about this boy."

Sandra said, "You mean Tiffany, our maid. What did the little sissy do now?" She stormed into the room saying, "Tiffany, I will...'' she stopped when she saw a large woman dressed as a officer. She knew this was her sister. She also noticed that Amber had Tiffany and she was unbound.

Sandra said, "What are you doing with my slave?"

Michelle walked up to Sandra and slammed her fist into her sister's face with crushing force. She went flying into the wall. Next, she ran up and kicked her in the stomach. A dull pain went through her body. She held her stomach and tears came out of her eyes. Michelle said, "Sister, what ever happened to you that you are so cruel to undeserving helpless boys? Your kind needs to be destroyed forever. I am making that happen. For now your boy is going to be given to social services. Damn you're weak, but I guess you can fight twelve year olds." Sandra cried at the pain in her stomach.

In the following weeks, after the boy's statement was taken, Biff and Sandra were arrested for abuse, molestation and aggravated sexual assault of a minor. Then a trail date was set.

Alexandra was angered by Sandra's arrest. She couldn't believe that Michelle would be so bold, but she knew it was justice.

Luckily, for Tommy, his misery had lasted only a month. He was enslaved, Biff had ignored him, Sandra had another woman would see him. He was molested and beaten by them. He was only ten. Then it was over when Michelle saw him. Michelle was to be Tommy's guardian. Biff's parental rights were revoked. Tommy was grateful to Michelle.

Tommy was in blue jeans and a red T-shirt standing in front of Michelle. He was eternally grateful for his rescue. He looked at Michelle with gratefulness and love. He said, "Thank you for saving me." He was so happy to be dressed as a boy again. After a month, he had lost hope that he would be allowed to be a boy anymore. His mother had left many years ago; she had gone to the courthouse and had given up her parental responsibilities.

Michelle asked, "How do you like my house, Tommy?"

"Fine, how should I address you?"

That was indeed a question - certainly not as Fuehrer and not as Mother. "Call me Michelle until you are ready. I will be taking over parental responsibilities, so I will be your mother. When it is comfortable to you, you may call me mother."

He didn't understand everything she had said; she would be his mother? He knew his real mother would never come back. His so-called dad had told him that Sandra would be his mom. That was a nightmare; she wanted him to call her mistress. She wasn't a mother.

This woman, however, seemed to be kind and care for him greatly. He didn't trust her completely, but she had rescued him and had treated him nicely. If there was going to be a mother for him, he wanted it to be this woman.

"OK, Michelle, I would like that."

Upon seeing this, Michelle hoped that this was the beginning of a beautiful thing. She saw the expectation in his eyes, probably wondering if she would protect him. She would. At seeing the way he was looking at her, she felt warmth and actual love toward him. For the first time in decades she felt something instead of hate. She walked up to him and picked him up. Then she gave him a hug and cried. She would never let anyone ever hurt this boy again. He cried also.
Then Amber came in and Michelle gave her a baleful star. There was no way she would ever leave this boy and Amber alone in the same room.

Amber saw her Fuehrer, with tears in her eyes, holding a small boy. To her this was a sign of weakness, not that she was capable of ever hurting Michelle again. She doubted she could. She wouldn't even think of it.

Michelle said, "This boy needed protecting. I am going to take up that responsibility. That is our premise for our party. What do you want?"

She said, "You scheduled a meeting in an hour. We need to prepare." She had no intention of attending.

Michelle said, "Call Melissa. She will head it. Bring her to me for instructions."

Amber bowed her head and left. Michelle said to Tommy as she was still holding him, "I have a lot of responsibilities. I will never leave you. You will be my first responsibility."

He didn't clearly understand, but he figured that she was telling him that he was most important to her. He smiled at her. She felt very warm at his bright childish smile. She couldn't help it, she cried again.

She was crying again. This woman cried a lot. This woman would protect him. He was starting to really like this woman. He had started to feel that he couldn't trust women. Now he had Michelle.

Michelle said, "Lets show you around. First, let's show you your room." Michelle and the little boy walked to his room. As she saw his room, he loved it. It looked perfect for a young boy. Nothing pink, no fluff or lace anywhere. As he saw a bed with baseball players on the blanket and a closet full of jeans and tee shirts, even a couple of flannel shirts, his face brightened up. He was so happy to see this. He loved his new room. Michelle said, "I see that you like it. I thought you would. We have more stuff to see."

He said, "I love the room, Michelle."

"Thanks, you know, we do need a maid."

His expression showed fear. He tensed up and looked at her. She smiled at him, not a dark smile, but a bright smile that said, 'you fell for it' and she laughed. He laughed also when he realized that she was joking. She thought that it was possibly too soon to be joking about maids, but he was laughing.

Michelle said, "I'm sorry about that. It was dumb to say that."

"It is fine, but Michelle, this is a large house. Do you have a maid?"

"No, I don't. I do most of it myself. I don't like the idea of maids at all."

He said, "You clean this house all by yourself? Why don't you have anyone helping you?"

"I don't like the idea of it. I hate seeing anyone in that darn uniform. I hate it with all that I am. When I was a little older than you, my sister did the same thing to me that happened to you. I am 40 now and Sandra is 43. She is my older sister and I was twelve. I was kind of helpless against Sandra. I was her slave. I was beaten and enslaved. I wore the minidress, wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. I also wore the collar. Unlike you, I wasn't rescued until five years later. I rescued myself with a little help. That is why I want to protect you. I know what you went through. Understand?"

"I think so, Sandra is your older sister and what happened to me happened to you. How sad, she is a bad person. She needs to die!"

She winced at that, such strong language from such a small person. He didn't know the half of what had happened to her. She hoped that he would never have to. He had had a month of servitude and abuse while she had had five years of it and he was angry. Well, a month or five years; it still was wrong and hurt a lot. She knelt and looked deeply into his eyes to see what he was thinking. He looked back. She took his hand and said, "Try not to be so angry; that is a trap that is hard to get out of. I fell into it. Try not to talk about people dieing."

"I will try, but it is hard. She needs to, as well as that group, I heard of Sandra say the Eternal Women; they really need to go away." His voice hardened and he said, "They all deserve to die. Amanda, Sandra's friend, shoved something into my hind end and it hurt. It hurt a lot. It also hurt my heart; it felt like something ripping away a piece of me. Even when the pain went away, it didn't. I cry when I think about it." Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was sobbing softly.

She understood too well, abuse like that just eats away at ones very self. It eats at ones spirit. It was a spiritual violation. At least he hadn't had guys get at him. That could be worse, but if she knew her sadistic sister, she had had that planned. Then she would have watched with that damn gleam in her eyes. She loved watching that.

Michelle said loudly, "Damn her to hell!" Damn her, a ten year-old god damnit. She started cussing like a sailor at the top of her voice. Then with much effort she forced her self to get back the composure she had before. She had that composure for more that twenty years and rarely lost it. She had been in ambushes; fierce battles outnumbered twenty to one and won. She had experienced it all and had never lost her temper. This boy brought new feeling that she had kept repressed for so long. She was beginning to love him. It was scary.

Did he know what he was talking about, killing all of them? If his young mind could contemplate how big such an operation would be as well as the extent of the deaths, would he still be talking about killing so many people? He was talking about something that would eclipse the holocaust. Millions would die. 'Did he mean what he said?' Michelle thought. She looked into his eyes and said, "Do you really want so many people to die? I hope that you don't and that is just your anger talking. Think about it a little."

He shook his head and said, "Guess not, sorry."

Oh, she could understand completely. Her compassion and love for this boy was seriously giving her second thoughts about this whole thing. Someone loved her unconditionally; that was all she had wanted since she was 12. She could go away and raise him right. She could make damn sure that no one would ever hurt him again. He could be saved, and he could save her.

After showing him the whole house and returning to the main room, Melissa was there. As she looked at the boy, she showed him a bright smile that he returned. Then Jason entered and looked at Tommy. He didn't show anything. Michelle approached Melissa. She said, "My presidential race will concentrate on Missouri and Iowa for the next several months. The Morris brothers will still be accepted, Jerry will continue his post as chief of finances and Sam will still be the unit leader of the fourth storm trooper regiment. Understand. Stick to our plan. Go now, Tommy and I have things to discuss." They gave her their customary reply and left.

When they left, Michelle and Tommy sat on her couch and Tommy started by inquiring, "You are up to something big. Who were those people and what do you do? Please be truthful."

How to answer this question? This was something she had wanted to avoid until later. She could lie, but her mother had lied to her. She wasn't going to lie to him. The truth was the best alternative in this case. She said, "Well Tommy, I run a political party. You know what a political party is?"

He looked at her in confusion. Then she continued for several minutes, telling him about what a political party was and what they were trying to do.

He said, "A national socialist party, sounds bad. I don't like it."

"Yah, you're right. I can't do this anymore. This is over."

"Tommy, come with me please. We have something to do." they both got into a car and drove to their headquarters. Michelle stormed into the conference room and said, "Everyone, I have an announcement. From this time forward, the party is dissolved. The candidates will be on their own. I am retiring to raise Tommy. Any questions?"

There were outbursts of rage and Melissa asked, "What are we going to do?"

"Well, you have enough money. You can do anything. I have a boy to raise." She turned and left.

Tommy said, "That was wonderful....Mom."

They tried to run the party on their own, but they all failed. Years later there was nothing left of the party. The hatred that Michelle spurred was slower to fade, but it did. Democracy was saved by the heart of a little boy.

Years later Michelle wrote a book, interesting enough, called 'Victory of Faith.'

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Another story from Classic BigCloset.

Triumph of My Will
By Jasmine

A dark story of a boy who is feminized and abused by his sisters. The abuse is vivid.

Story:

Triumph of My Will
By Jasmine

Part I
Chapter I: introduction

My life wasn't fair. When something goes bad, people always say that life is not meant to be fair, but there should be reasonable expectations, like a life without pain or misery. Not for me. I am Michael Groves and my story started when I was 12 years old. My older sister, Alexandra was a boxer, but hardly ever took an interest in me. She was 24. My twin sisters, Sally and Sandra, were demon-possessed monsters that must have been spawned from the mouth of hell. They were two 15 year-old sadists that tricked everyone into thinking they were two little angels. I was not a wimp. I was an athlete. I had just gotten a second-degree black belt in tae kwon do, but any time I tried to fight back, my big sister helped them, or the twins ganged up to beat me up.

My father ran away and nobody could find him. My mother was a United States attorney, a federal prosecutor who was prosecuting a dangerous Columbian when she was shot. She had a will that gave guardianship and the entire estate to my big sister if she agreed to take us in. I stayed with my older sister as my legal guardian and she worked all of the time. My two twin sisters bossed me around with my older sister's permission. Alexandra had said four weeks before, "Just do what Sandra says, and you will be fine." Life was pure hell then. I just wanted to graduate high school, go to West Point, join the army as a commissioned officer and have a brilliant career. I wanted to lead hundreds of thousands of soldiers in a great struggle for democracy.

I rarely turned in a history paper that didn't make an "A." The last essay I turned in was "Caesars Gaullic Campaigns and his War Against Vercinggetorix," a ten-page essay detailing his legions, battles, and tactics in great detail. I also wrote a detailed report about the battle of the pyramids in 1798. They weren't essays anyone would expect from a 12 year-old boy. In math I studied algebra II. I was also a brilliant speaker. Every time I gave an oral report, I found that the audience hung on to every word, and applauded for real. The audience was almost entranced by me. My hero was general Douglas MacArthur.

Chapter II:

School was almost over, thank God. It was the last two weeks and it had become gradually worse since my mother died. First, Sandra forced me to go to school with bright pink painted nails. The next week she painted my eyes with eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara. The next week I was afraid that they would go all the way and make me look like a real girl, but I also wondered if that might not better; fully dressed as a girl, I wouldn't stand out as much. The school officials had been concerned about my changes, but my big sister could almost always forced them to back down. She had told the principal, "If he wants to experiment with being a girl, then let him." Now they were going to do my hair and pierce my ears for Monday, along with plucking my eyebrows. I had a sick feeling that it was going to be a miserable, humiliating, and traumatic summer.

I had no interest in being a girl or crossdressing, but it seemed that my sisters wanted another sister and liked to force me into the role. I had a sick feeling where it would lead that summer and I didn't like it at all. But what was I supposed to do?

I used to have a room full of books. I had books from all of the great generals and leaders of the past. I had both copies of Rommels "Infantrie Greift," the original version publish by the third Reich in German and a newer copy printed in America in English. I also had Adolf Hitler's "Mein Kampf" in original German and English. I had two copies of the original German version: one published in 1925 after he was paroled from Landsberg prison, the second volume from 1926.

I learned German and loved the language. I hated Nazism and was revolted by the conduct of the SS. I wanted to understand what had happened and why they did it. I found out the 'what' part, but I never found out why, why a whole nation would submit to such barbarism. Well, I sat in a whole new room since my mother died, all of my books were gone as well as the wallpaper and general look. It looked like a teenage girl's room. I also, to my humiliation, had a vanity with tons of makeup. Man's inhumanity to man will never end, but in this instance it was the girls' inhumanity to a boy. I was respectful to all my sisters and was never a bad brother. I never teased them or tried to upset them. I was nice to them all when my mother lived, so their sadism I didn't understand.

As I sat there reminiscing about the good days in Seattle, where I had lived with my mother, sulking Sandra came in and told me that it was time to go to a salon to get my hair done and ears pierced. It was Sunday; Monday started the last week of school. Monday I would look ridiculous and attract a lot of attention. I wouldn't get hurt; I was the strongest 12 year-old in school and was feared. I wasn't a bully, I just didn't take shit, and most of the other children would realize that my sisters were behind it. My sisters, also, had brutalized them.

I walked meekly to the car with Sandra and Alexandra to get my hair done and my ears pierced. While driving, Sandra said, "When we get in the salon, you'd better not give any indication that you don't want pretty curls or that you don't want to be a girl, or else. Get it, sissy?" I nodded. We found the place and Alexandra went away while Sandra took me in. My sisters had already dealt with me earlier and I was a 12-year-old boy walking into a hair salon with bright long pink fingernails and a full face of makeup. The makeup wasn't overdone, it was just right.

Everyone looked at me. Sandra told the receptionist, "My brother begged me to get his hair done in pretty curls and a perm. After this, he wants his ears pierced." I almost cried and it was hard to stifle the tears, but I remembered the threat.

The receptionist said, "It will be a 10 minute wait. What is his name? This was embarrassing.

Sandra replied, "His name is Michelle Groves". I just sat there dumbfounded. Up to that point, they never called me that. The receptionist smiled at me thinking that I liked it. Then Sandra asked me, "Michelle, how much fun is it being a girl so far?"

I sulked. "Miserable, so far. What was wrong with Michael?"

She said, "He was a dumb boy. I want a sister, so you had better like it, or I will find a boy to show you what it's like to be a real girl."

I shuddered and said, "What are you going to do, find a boy to sexually assault me?" She gave me that evil smile that sent shivers down my spine. The look on my face showed it all. I was truly terrified.

Sandra said, "You look like you don't like this. You had better start." I tried, but I had a feeling of horror and started to sob softly. I couldn't help it. Sooner or later I just knew that Sandra would find a boy for me and I couldn't stop it. Every time she had made a threat to get my compliance, it would end up happening whether I complied or not. The mascara on my face had been a threat to get my nails done. I was a good boy and now I had the pretty face of a girl. I now knew that I could not trust anything my sisters said, unless it was something that I would hate. Before I start to cry, Sandra gently took my hand and led me outside and around the corner.

She said, "Now listen sissy, you will stop crying, or you will scream when you get home." Good way to stop someone from crying. I cried harder and Sandra tried to sooth me by saying, "The boy threat was a bluff. Do you really think I would have my brother raped?"

I nodded, sniffling. "Of course you would; you hate me." She stood there rubbing my hair and holding me close, trying to sooth me.

She said, "You know I don't hate you, Michelle".

I said, "Then let me be Michael."

She said, "You are Michelle for now." Well, I supposed that I could be Michelle for another hour. After several minutes I stopped crying and she led me back inside.

The receptionist said, "He is back. Well, are you ready, Michelle?" I thought resignedly that I had better get used to that name.

I smile back and say, "I am ready."

She led me to a chair and sat me down. She asked me, "Well, how do you want your hair done?" I didn't have the foggiest; if it had been my choice I would have left it alone.

I said, "Ask my sister. I don't know feminine hair styles." I called to her, "Sandra, can you help me?"

She came over and showed the stylist a picture out of her Seventeen Magazine of a really cute girl my age and said, "He begged me to have his hair done this way. Can you style Michelle's hair like this?" It was about the most feminine hairstyle she could find.

The stylist answered, "Well, of course."

My sister said, "I'm going shopping to buy you a few dresses, so be good."

After my sister left, the receptionist kneeled, looked into my face and asked, "Is this what you really want? You look like you were crying."

I thought about this and said the line I'd been drilled with: "I like being a girl and want to be one like nothing I'd ever wanted."

She said, "That sounds like you practiced that line for this occasion and I am not buying it. You look like you were forced into this." I was terrified. My sisters all assured me that if help were coming, that I would not live to see it, that they would kill me for real.

I said, "I didn't practice that line. Whatever would make you say that?"

She said, "You look like you were crying and your eyes look sad. Now, tell me the truth." I got up and ran outside to find my sister. She wasn't anywhere near, so I ran into the nearby clothing store. I didn't see her right away. I ran to the lingerie section and saw her picking out panties. I ran up to her and tapped her shoulder. She was startled and looked at me.

She suddenly looked angry and said, "It doesn't look like anything was done with you hair. Are you trying to get out of it?" I felt stupid. I could have run away or actually gotten help, but I was too cowardly.

I said, "No, she started asking questions, like if I really wanted this done or if you were forcing this on me. I didn't know what to say. I said what you taught me, but she wouldn't buy it and kept asking. I just ran away to find you. Don't leave me again". She understood and decided that we should leave.

Sandra reached into her purse, took out her cell phone and made a call to Alexandra, asking her to come take us home. Sandra knew that it wasn't my fault; it was the nosy hairstylist's, but I wondered if it would make any difference when we got home. Four minutes later, Alexandra's car was there.

She got out and asked, "What's wrong? Is the jerk trying to get out of this?"

Sandra told her, "He said that a hair stylist kept asking him questions about if he really wanted his hair done."

Alexandra said, "We told him what to say if that question were asked and we drilled him."

I said, "She didn't buy it. I was convincing, but I had been crying several minutes before because Sandra threatened to have me raped."

Alexandra gave Sandra a mean look and said, "How could you say that, Sandra and expect him not to cry? We are talking about a horrible sexual violation. Of course he would be upset. You shouldn't have told him our plan. Now, come on and let's get somewhere safer".

Part II
My sisters and I climbed into Alexandra's Diablo, and we had just started home when Alexandra looked at me and asked, "Don't you want to date a boy? That's what most young girls want, and you are obviously not a real boy anymore."

'What a bitch and what a stupid question!' I thought. "Absolutely not. I'm not like that, and anyway, no mother lets her daughter date at my age. This is pissing me off as we ARE talking about a sexual violation that I didn't deserve." This was going too far. Crossdressing against my will was one thing that I could handle. I hoped that complying with their wishes would convince my sisters to like me and we could be closer. If dressing like this would make us closer, I was willing to do it. I feared that this wasn't going to work. Sandra and Alexandra just wanted to hurt me. They were talking about a sexual violation that I wouldn't meekly let happen.

"What makes you think that you don't deserve it? Sandra didn't deserve it either, but the sonofabitch didn't give a damn and she didn't get any sympathy from you, now, did she?"

"Yes she did, but she didn't accept it."

She slapped me, saying that I was a dumb male and that I would probably be a violator too. I tried to argue with her, but it was useless. I finally gave up.
"Is that what this is all about, that Sandra is afraid that I'll be a rapist? I've never given her any indication that I would do that."

Alexandra sneered, "That's part of it, but there is much more and we won't tell you the rest of it until you are ready."

'What the hell does "until I am ready" mean?' I wondered. I remembered playing with Sally until I was five or six. Mother had told me that it wasn't right, that I should have been playing with boys more and not with dolls with my sister. There were times that I'd played with her wearing one of her dresses and I hadn't minded, as that was my idea. Actually, I had loved it and it had felt wonderful.

The reason that I hated being Michelle so badly was that it wasn't being done to help me, but to humiliate me. I rather liked it when I was younger, but lost interest. I found that I liked to wear dresses on occasion, and I was lying when I'd said that I had NO interest. That kind of thing should be done with consent and kindness and that was not what I was receiving. I felt that they didn't give a rat's ass about what I felt. We were going way farther than just crossdressing, and I wouldn't go for that.

My twin sisters were intimidating. They were good athletes, very strong and big for girls. They were stronger than me, but they didn't fight well. They relied mostly on brute strength and not real fighting skills. They both played for their high school basketball team. I couldn't defeat both of them. I could defeat one of them. I could never defeat Alexandra in a fight. A fully-grown 24-year-old woman was too much for my young twelve years to tackle.

My oldest sister took after my mother. She was trying to get accepted into a prestigious business school. She stopped boxing and diverted her attention to studying accounting and business. I hoped she succeeded. I still liked all of my sisters and admired their strength, even if they used it for the wrong purpose. I hoped that they would see that and turn it around so that we would be a happy family. I didn't think that they would, but as my options were limited, I hoped so. As I got out of the car and walked in the house, I wondered what would happen. I wasn't to blame. I didn't get my hair done. I didn't think that I would get my hair done that day, either.

Alexandra said, "I know someone who will do your hair tomorrow. She's my friend and likes sissies like you, so don't expect any sympathy from her."

I wondered why we didn't go see her then. Then Alexandra and all of my sisters looked at me expectantly. Alexandra had a bag she had been holding. She said, "I went to shop for you and I got this today." She pulled out a satin dress with white ruffles along the edges. It looked suspiciously like a maid's dress. She then pulled out a frilly cap and an apron along with a black garter belt and stockings.

I said, with words cracking, "You have got to be kidding me, I can't be a maid; I don't know anything about being a maid."

"You can be a maid and you will learn. We girls are tired of doing all of the work around here, so it is now your responsibility. Sandra will help you for the time being until you learn your jobs. But now they want to know who is prettier, Sally or Sandra."

'Not this again,' I thought to myself. I would have to indicate which sister was more attractive by kissing her shoe. Whoever I choose, the other would show her displeasure with me; hours of pain would follow. I chose Sandra, as she was the most vicious. Sally dragged me to her room and started whaling on my poor butt. As she beat me, I just meekly accept it all, as Alexandra was still there. If I resisted, she would be there in a second and I would be strapped to the bed and beaten anyway. I was in immense pain and sobbing.

While she was doing this, I wondered if my sisters would ever decide to be civil toward me. I hoped it would be soon. When she was done with that, she strapped me to her bed and started humiliating me, slapping my butt and back, making comments and laughing at me. I started to cry, and this continued for several hours. We played this sadistic game every Sunday. What pleasure they got from it baffled me. I saw Alexandra rubbing herself. What sisters. They would pay for this. I would crush the vermin and wipe them of the face of the earth. That was assured.

She finished and I hurt everywhere. A dark feeling took control. Hatred rose inside me. I swore that I would kill all of the vermin someday. Every one of them would die. My face was red and I was pissed. This was unfair and would not continue. In the name of the providence, I declared that I would triumph. I had known that I was blessed by the providence for some time and in the end I would prevail. I wasn't going anywhere. So I would just sing my favorite song, Die Fahne Hoch. I loved that song. Sally once heard me sing that song and had made a face at me. She didn't approve of me, but what did she know of that song?

For the rest of the night I remained strapped to my bed, but I would be released in the morning when I went to school. It was just six in the evening. I started to hate people like my sisters. I thought that people who hurt children should be stripped of their citizenship and be shipped to places like Dachau. I still had hope that we might be a real family shortly. It had better be because I was losing hope.

I wondered if I could go to school dressed as a full girl. The thought was almost repulsive, but dressed as a boy with pink fingernails and a face of makeup was making me the laughing stock of the whole school. If I acted like I liked it and made my sisters think I loved being their sister, I thought that I might get better treatment. I didn't really think so, but it would be interesting to see their reaction. I would ask Sandra or Alexandra tomorrow if they would help me. Around eleven o'clock I needed to sleep. I lay my head down and fell asleep wondering if my sisters would give me the decency of dressing wholly as one sex. I hoped so.

Sandra shook me awake at 6:40 in the morning and unstrapped me, then left me so I could get ready. I had already adapted the skill of doing my own makeup without their help; what a skill a 12-year-old boy needs! This boy did, but remembering my hope, I asked Sandra if I could go to school the last week dressed fully as a girl.

She beamed a dark smile and said, "Well little sister, you do want to be a girl."

I said with enthusiasm, "I do, Sandra. Can I please? I want to more than anything in the whole world." I wondered if she was buying it.

She said, "I will ask Alexandra and see what we can do since our shopping trip yesterday was cut short." Then she left to talk with Alexandra. I sat there wondering what I gotten myself into. I thought they liked this change. I hoped they would and we could be sisters like any family of close sisters. They hated me as a brother, so they should like a sister. All of my wonderful sisters came in beaming that sadistic smile they seemed to have mastered, and Sandra held a catholic schoolgirl's uniform that she had worn when she attended catholic school at my age. She hated it and I guess that that is what I would wear.

I really bumbled into this one, but at least I would look like a girl and not like a boy in makeup and jeans. So she handed me the uniform, and they left snickering, while I put it on along with stockings and I sat at my vanity to make my face up. This uniform had a strange and wonderful feeling, even if I looked like an idiot.

Surely someone would pull me aside in school and ask some questions. I couldn't just show up in school like this and be business as usual. Around 45 minutes later, I was standing with my sisters, ready to walk to school. Sally and Sandra escorted me to my middle school and after that, they went to their high school. I would get teased this time. I walked into school and my friends, as well as just about everyone else, gasped at my ridiculous uniform.

I didn't cry, but walked to my math class confidently, knowing that I would be destined to achieve great things. Why else was I gifted with my skills? I had expected someone to take me to the principal's office. That is what should have happened. I felt like something was very different and weird. No one seemed to care, even if they did notice - almost like Alexandra had seen them and done something. Did they all really think this was my idea? Hey, it was my idea. As I walked into algebra, everyone busted out laughing at my appearance. I glared at the one closest boy with an icy look and he shut up quickly. I sat down as the instructor walked in and he frowned at me. He looked like he wanted to ask me to leave, or talk with me, but was afraid to, and he started the class regardless.

Throughout the class the boys giggled and made comments about me. In an hour it was over and I went to public speaking. I had a speech to give there. Well, if everyone hated this uniform, they could kiss my ass. I loved it; I wondered why Sandra hated it. Then I went to public speaking. I had to give a fake inaugural address and the final was Wednesday. It would be about the state of our nation.
After listing to several poor speeches and a few good ones, but mostly boring, there was one given by a girl I liked that was exceptional.

It was my turn. I was still being laughed at as I walked in front of class, and stood there for several seconds with my hands cupped in front of me at my belt with my head held high clenching my jaw. I gave this pose with all of the pomposity and authority a boy in a schoolgirl's uniform could give. This pose always disturbed my teacher, but it felt right. Then I started my speech.

"My fellow Americans, I am proposing a new amendment that will strip all persons who have harmed a child of their citizenship. New prisons will be created for this vermin. For years, they have been stealing everything we have worked for as well as molesting our children. We must disinfect our nation of this vermin. Dachau will be our model for this new prison. Furthermore, the armed forces will, by law, take an oath of allegiance to me. A new era is coming and all of the suffering of the past will cease. Joblessness and suffering and hunger will cease.

"The new power will last for a thousand years. The age of stupid and meaningless wars has ended. The age of teenage gangs murdering others will end. The age of drug lords and idiocy has ended. This vermin will no longer be tolerated. Our relations with the European nations must be mended. A new initiative will be instated to that end. The speaker will also propose another amendment that I call the enabling act. We are blessed by the providence. The dawn of a thousand years of peace and prosperity await us."

As I spoke, I imagined that I was giving that speech in the Kroll Opera House. Someday I would be great. I stood there amongst wild applause in my pose, and I confidently walked toward my seat. I listened to more dumb speeches. I had been masterful. I hadn't missed a beat and my words were hypnotic and electric. I saw fear in the instructor's eyes. He groaned. What was he scared of? I would never do that. If I were the president, I would respect the constitution and would probably be a great president. I hoped I would get the opportunity.

After that class I went to English and took a pretest for the final exam. I really started to like this uniform and would wear it tomorrow. I was really starting to act like a girl. I went through the rest of the day and waited for my sisters to escort me home. I was warned not to do anything stupid, like run away. Alexandra assured me that no one would believe me, and the police would return me. I wondered if they realized my newfound comfort with this uniform. I asked, "Sandra, can I wear this tomorrow please?"

Her expression said it all; it was not what she had expected. She said, "We have that appointment with Peggy to get your hair done, remember; you may wear that if you like."

I said, "That would be lovely." Then I hugged her for that. This was getting too deep. Was I showing too much real enthusiasm for this? What would a marine recruiter think of this? I had better get this under control. With my talent and strength, they might make an exception. We would see. Then I asked, "Who is this stylist?"

She said, "She is a real bitch. Her name is Peggy Roehm and she loves to humiliate boys and sissies. She loves to make them cry. I hate her; she is just mean to everyone, but I doubt that she would make a dent with you, as you seem to actually like this."

Just to show at least some reluctance, I said indignantly, "No, I don't look like a god damn fairy sissy." That wasn't said with much force or conviction at all and she didn't buy it. My plan was working; I was loving the feel of feminine clothes thoroughly.

As we went home Alexandra said, "We have an appointment at five o'clock, so go and make yourself presentable."

I said, "That would be wonderful." Then I ran into my room and made myself up. I could tell that Alexandra was puzzled by my enthusiasm, to say the least. If they wanted to make my life miserable by this, they could kiss my ass, but I didn't like this either, If they wanted me to show displeasure at this attire, then that was their problem, but I was sure that they would find a way to make it my problem also. I ran downstairs to Alexandra and we got in her Diablo and started off to the new salon.

Then Alexandra said with annoyance, "If this is an act, it's the best I ever saw, but I think that you like this."

Like I didn't know, and I said, "I know that you are terrible people and want to hurt me and ruin my future, but you will fail."

She shrugged and said, "You must be a real sissy, and I don't think that the Marine Corps will accept you now." And she laughed triumphantly. I was sure that the marines would accept me.

We got there. As we walked in I saw Peggy. She was beautiful. She also had this hard edge to her that made me fear her. She wasn't someone I wanted to cross. She told me in a commanding tone to sit down. My looking so comfortable and confidently dressed like that frustrated her. I was now wondering if all women's secret desires were to humiliate young boys. Then I realized that wasn't the truth as my mother was about the most caring and affectionate person ever. How could she have had daughters like Alexandra and Sandra?

Sandra said, "I think that the little sissy is ready for her first date. I hear you have a son, a REAL son."

She was insulting me, but it didn't hurt. Peggy said, "Why yes, I do. His name is Ernst. He lives is in Kentucky with his dad."

I screamed, "Holy shit! What is his name?"

Peggy didn't like that outburst and looked into my face with menace and said, "His name is Ernst and he is my son; you don't have a problem with that, do you?"

What a name. I asked, "Why would you name him that? I remember a guy with that name that was shot, the night of long knives, if I remember right, Chief of Staff Roehm. He was planning to betray his leader. He was a god damn traitor." There was no menace in my voice, but there was no ignoring the edge of steel.

She was shocked and asked my sisters to leave while we talked. Sandra said, "You pissed her off now. I hope that you are sill breathing when we get back." Then they were gone.

Peggy said, "I am not upset at all, but impressed at your knowledge. You must have studied hard about that time in history, as most references to him were destroyed by the Reich. He wasn't a traitor, just an inconvenience to the Fuhrer, but not a traitor. I haven't met anyone who realizes the significance of that name. Tell me about yourself."

Well, I stepped into it this time. I got a real bitch to like me. "Well," I said, "I am a 12 year old boy. My sisters for the past weeks forced me to dress as a girl and gradually made me wear makeup. Last week was very hard, but today I seem to like this. I have been told that I am bright. My speeches are brilliant and I hope I can be a real marine and lead a great battle for the freedom of the United States. I have the ability to do that. I only want to be loved. I have no idea what will happen, but I am happy like this."

She said, "You are a bright little boy. Tell me your opinion of the third Reich."

I had a sneaking suspicion that she approved of their conduct and I bravely said, "They repulse me, and anyone who approves of their conduct can kiss my ass."

She looked at me hard, trying to make me waver. She failed, and continued doing my hair. She said, "You might change your mind later."

My suspicion was correct. She was crazy. However, unlike my sister's description of her, I found myself liking her. She was kind of nice, but still crazy. Not someone you wanted on your bad side. She still had that edge. She looked like she could rip Stallone a new one. After around 30 minutes of cutting and styling my hair she turned me around so I could see myself in the mirror. I actually smiled and thanked her for this. I got up and hugged her for her kindness. Then my sisters came in and paid her for her service and we went home.

As we drove home the lack of marks or any sign of her displeasure baffled them. The fact that she seemed genuinely taken by me annoyed them. Not a word was spoken until we get home. I just knew that I would wear the maid's dress and do something for them. That was humiliating, very humiliating. They didn't do much of the housework and things were getting messy. It was getting too much for me and I was going to do some of it on my own. I was not an asshole, they were. I was counting on my sisters seeing the injustice of this and changing their attitudes. I was sure of it. I just wanted a real family. That was my only wish. My mother died and I still hurt badly from that loss. I had hoped that my sisters would come together and we would be closer. That hope was crushed, but for some dumbass reason I still had hope.

I was right. I soon stood there in the full French maid's uniform. I really hated that uniform. I held a feather duster. My sisters snapped pictures and laughed up a storm. I didn't cry; I was sick and tired of crying. I stood there looking as confident as I could with my hands cupped at my waist and my head high, looking like a conquering hero, or conquering tyrant. Unlike my pose, I felt immense humiliation and sadness. Then Alexandra told me to dust the whole house and report back to her for further instructions. I didn't dare question her. So I started dusting everything as Sandra watched, making sure that I didn't miss anything. Sandra snickered at me the whole time. I didn't blame her as I did look like a supreme and broken sissy.

Nevertheless, I thought, 'Let them have their illusions.' I was willing to take this also. A little work wouldn't hurt me. So, unhappily, I dusted. After several hours, I had dusted the whole house and I reported back to Alexandra. She smiled and told me to wash the clothes. I gathered my clothes and went to Sandra's room. Her dirty clothes weren't as neatly organized as mine. Sandra had a pile in the middle of her room like a pig. I went to all of my sisters' rooms and gathered their filthy clothes. Alexandra had her clothes under her bed and she was the worst. I never realized until then just how bad and disgusting Alexandra was. Her room was filthy and I am not embellishing at all. Her room had a putrid smell of rotting garbage and food in it.

With all of the clothes, I went into the laundry room, separating them, then I started washing them. I had done this before. I washed my own clothes also. I had helped my mother with this job before, as none of my sisters would help her. They thought it was degrading. While I waited for the first load to wash, I was told to clean Alexandra's room. With great reluctance, I did it. If she thought that the smell would go away, she was mistaken. It would take several days for that to happen.

After four hours, the clothes were washed and put back in their places, and all of my sisters' rooms were clean. After that, I had to make them dinner and watch them all eat, while, at the same time, serving them like any maid. When they were done I got to eat. After that, we all went to sleep. I was starting to lose all hope that my sisters would turn this sadistic cycle around. They were messing with the wrong person. That was when I started thinking about Heydrich. He was a fearsome person. This would have never happened to him. He would have killed them in an instant. As I said before, I was really getting angry about my lack of choices. My sisters were pissing me off, and when it happened, it wasn't going to be anything good.

I woke up around 6 in the morning and just waited for time to pass until the time came to get up. Time passed slowly and I thought of what I should do, get some help or hope that my sisters would end this. I hated being their maid. That was degrading. Why did this happen? I thought about what had happened until then, just dressing up and being their maid as well as the weekly beatings. Not too bad except the beatings. What was the purpose of that? I guessed that it was to show me who was the boss. No, they liked beating me; that gave them pleasure, but who was responsible for this? I hated thinking that my sisters were doing this by themselves. Well, as I thought about this, the time to wake up came and 5 minutes later Sandra unlocked me. I dressed and made up my face up to go to school. I looked like a catholic schoolgirl again.

After 30 minutes, Sandra and Sally escorted me to school. I knew that I would be teased again, but that would be all. As I walked into school, everyone expected this, and I still heard snickers and dumb comments. My first class was music. Since that was the last class, she was giving the final. I would play the piano for my final. I played my favorite song, Die Fahne Hoch. After waiting 20 minutes, I played it. The teacher thought it was good and I got to leave. After class she took me aside, congratulated me and we parted. She had no idea what I played.

Well, my next class was in the gym. I decided not to attend. I just sat alone outside and thought about Heydrich. I wanted to know more about him. So I saw the history professor, since he was in his office. I walked in and he was surprised to see me, not the way I was dressed, since everyone thought that I was a sissy or something. He hadn't expected to see me until one o'clock. We talked for an hour and a half about Heydrich and other subjects. Then we parted. I had a different opinion of him. His role in the 'Evacuation to the east,' the forced removal of Jews to Poland's extermination camps, and the 'Wannsee conference,' where the plans were actually formulated, made him the face of evil.

I had an interesting idea. I should make some allies that could help me if I needed help. I knew someone who might help me, Tiffany Reed. She was a cheerleader and she had many friends. She was there with the rest of the cheerleaders. She was nice and friendly. So I walked up to her and asked, "Hey Tiffany, can we talk?" We knew each other and had been friends.

Nicely, she said, "Why that would be nice, Michael." She was too nice to call me by a girl's name, and was not comfortable with the idea, but that would have to change.

I said, "Please, call me Michelle. I would like that. I find that I like this better."

She had a funny look on her face when she asked, "Are you for real, this isn't your sister talking?" I nod. She said, "Well, OK... Michelle, what do you want?"

Well, it was time now for the big question. I said, "I have been wondering about cheerleading. I wanted to know if you think that I could be one."

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, cheerleading tryouts are in June. You could tryout then, and I am sure that your family could find a way to get you in by then. We could be in the same team. You are really getting into this."

Jennifer, the head cheerleader, asked me to sit down with them all, and we talked for the rest of the hour.

I went through the rest of the day and waited stupidly for Sandra and Sally to take me home. They both met me outside and we started home, but there was something about them that had me worried. They were acting differently somehow. I couldn't figure it out.

As we walked home I saw four boys from my sisters' high school football team approach us. They were all seniors. My wonderful sisters walked away from me and smiled sadistically. As they approached me, I tried to run, but one of them tackled me and started to beat me. After I was beaten and offered no more resistance, they started to strip me and all of them raped me and did other disgusting stuff.

After several hours of horror and unspeakable acts, Sandra took me home while making condescending comments about how much of a slut I was becoming. I was numb and horrified and didn't give a damn anymore. Then I dressed as their maid, served them and went to bed. That is how I remember it, as my mind was mostly gone and I didn't even know what was happening. While I was in bed, I started to think about it. A dark change overcame me. A powerful hatred and rage started to take over. I was afraid that my sisters' treatment would have dire consequences for their future.

Sadly, my question was answered. If I acted like a girl and tried to be their sister for real, it wouldn't make us closer. I really acted like a girl and got into the part, but it was all in vain. I really was good and played the part, but it didn't do any good. I also realized that a part of me that had been suppressed was now released. I did enjoy being a girl.

They had missed a genuine opportunity, and there would be no second chances. They were doomed. I would get vengeance. For the time being, they had the power over me. I would watch their moves and wait for them to make a mistake and when they tripped, I would be there to catch them. I didn't want to stay in this house anymore. I would go to school tomorrow. I would take care of them on my own way. I was really pissed off. I hated being little Michelle, the submissive girl, but didn't want to be Michael either, as I really enjoyed being a girl. I would find an appropriate name later. I had to be a sissy and make them think that I liked it.

I was not broken yet. The main rapist, Paul would pay tomorrow. I would make him pay. I would go to school and slip out and stalk him until he was alone. He was big, so I needed something. The question was if I should kill him. No, that would raise questions and get me incarcerated. That would not be good; he needed to be taught a lesson in humility. Having a sissy kick his ass should be a good lesson. It was one o'clock and I needed some sleep. I couldn't run away, as I was locked inside and handcuffed to my bed.

I woke up sweating and in terror around four o'clock and couldn't get back to sleep. I had just thought about what should be done. I was helpless if I was in the house. I was outnumbered and my biggest sister was always a few seconds away. They weren't stupid, but they would make errors; their biggest so far was having me raped. I would never forgive them. They would all pay dearly. I made sure that I didn't shower or wash. All of the evidence was still here.

At 6:40, Sandra came in and asked if I wanted to go to school. I nodded, and I was unhooked. Then I got dressed in the uniform I always dressed in and was escorted to school. I walked in and waited for them to leave, and then I slipped out and followed them to their high school to look around to find Paul, the rapist. I approached stealthily and found him. He was popular with everyone. I just waited and he slipped inside to go to class. I didn't enter, but I waited outside. He didn't have a chance in hell. I had a baton for him. I was an expert with that weapon.

Around 3 hours later, he came out alone. I waited until he was away from school and I called him seductively. He saw me. Now he would pay. He had no idea what was about to happen. He either thought that I was gay or dumb. As he approached, I waited until he was close enough and I struck with blinding speed. I pulled the baton in an upward ark that caught him across the chin, and I brought it down on the top of his head. He fell backward, then I slammed the baton across his face and hit him over and over until he was broken and pleading. I kicked him until he rolled over, on all fours covering his head.

I looked into his face and told him that he had better not tell anyone about this, as his crime was worse than mine; he would go to prison for rape and would have to register when he got out. I had just committed assault. Who had committed the worse crime? I walked beside him and banged the butt of the baton in a hammer strike into the small of his back. I heard a sickening crack and he went limp. His football career was over; he would never walk again. I was going to go to a hospital to get my rape evidence logged in. I stood in triumph when I heard clapping and someone saying, "Good job boy, you kicked his ass good." I looked behind me and saw several men in black suits, and I wondered what they were. They weren't police, maybe the FBI.

I asked, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

One said, "I'm Richard and I work for your sister. You need to come with us."

There was no way on earth I was going to do that. I backed up and said, "No way, do you have any idea what she is doing to me? And what about him, I didn't kill him."

He said, "You ARE coming with us, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but you are coming with us. He will get help and I have a good idea that he deserved it, so if we leave, your name will be left out of this."

Just then, a hand grabbed my shoulder, I looked behind me, and I saw several more men that I didn't see before. I was led into a black car and driven away.
I asked, "Where are we going, and who are you?"

One said, "We work for your sister, and have been instructed to tell you nothing."

What in the world was happening? We drove for a while until we stopped at an airport. I was led out. I saw Alexandra and all of my sisters standing there and I asked, "Why are we at La Guardia airport? Did you know the twins had me raped yesterday."

Alexandra said, "You shouldn't have dressed so provocatively; now you know how your sister felt. Running away, I see. That wasn't smart at all, so I see that you need some training. That has already been arranged. I have enrolled you in a school in Eastern Europe for unruly boys. These men work for my security.
We walked through the airport and went outside. I saw several aircraft, two of which had Groves Industry's in large letters on them. Alexandra said, "These are our mother's companies, Groves Oil and Groves Aviation, the ones she created. When she died she willed them to me. I own 55 percent of the stock in all of them, so I run those companies. Your sisters and I are moving to Kentucky after we tour the companies, but you are going to eastern Germany to learn to be a well mannered young lady. When you come home you will serve us."

Then one of the men dragged me onto a smaller plane. I was strapped in, and we started taxiing out onto the runway. After proper clearance, we picked up speed until we were off to hell. It was a boring 9-hour flight. We started dropping, and, after several wide turns from our holding pattern, we made the final turn, our landing gear dropped and we met the runway. From looking outside, I could tell that we were in Frankfurt.

We got out and I got into an older car. We drove for about a half-hour until we approached an old Victorian house that looked more like a prison with high walls around it. Being in the middle of nowhere, it was meant to destroy any attempt at escape. But even with me being in a foreign country without identification I wasn't helpless, as I did speak German and I assumed we were near Frankfurt.
I was taken out of the car. I saw several women and my 'chauffeur,' then they spoke.

The chauffeur asked, "This is the boy, Michael, that Alexandra told you about?"

One woman said, "This is 'he.'" She giggled at my appearance in a cute dress and said, "We are to train him in domestic chores and how to be a proper lady."

He said, "That is what Alexandra wants. Can you do that?"

The lady said, "Of course, and we can use any disciplinary measures we feel appropriate?"

He nodded and got in the car and drove away while the two ladies spoke together. One said, "Das ist der amerikanische Junge Michael, Alexandra zahlt uns, um zu schulen." *This is the American boy Michael, Alexandra is paying us to train. *

Another said, "Er ist s ¸?. Wir kˆnnen Ihn gut erziehen." *He is sweet. We can educate him well *

This was interesting; they had no idea that I knew exactly what they were saying, but I listened and the person who I thought was is in control said, "Er soll Ihren Dienstm”°dchen sein, und Alexandra bezahlte uns gut. Wir kˆnnen ebenso hart als Ma?nahmen gebrauchen, wie wir uns notwendig f ¸hlen."

*He is to be their maid and Alexandra paid us well. We can use measures as harsh as we feel is necessary. *

I decided that I had had enough. To be a maid was ridiculous, so I said, "Das ist ein Witz. Ich will nicht ein Dienstm”°dchen sein."

*This is a joke. I do not want to be a maid. *

Now I did it, they were all looking at me in stunned silence at what I said. The first said, "Sprichts Du Deutsch? Ich bin Adelle und diese Frau ist Eva. Hast Du das verstanden?"

*You there speak German? I am Adelle and this woman is Eva. Do you understand? *

Knowing I had little alternative, unless I wanted to be hurt, I did what I needed. I agreed with them. So I curtseyed like a little sissy and said, "Ich verstehe Herrin Adelle. Ich werde mich wie ein gutes kleines M”°dchen benehmen und lernen was Sie wollen. Ich werde allen Ihren Instruktionen ohne Frage folgen."

*I understand mistress Adelle. I will behave like a good little girl and learn what you want. I will follow all of your instructions without question. *

They both smiled at me with a warm smile, not that damned evil smile I got from my sisters. I thought that I would like it there; these weren't evil women. I decided to try my hand and I asked, "Can you take me to Nuremberg so I can see Zeppelin Field, and also could we see Berlin. I always wanted to see those places." I added for safety, "I hope I haven't overstepped my bounds and offended you. I always wanted to see those places."

Adelle said, "We may accommodate you if you behave yourself and do not resist us. We will not do anything sexual to you, but you will learn to be maid and then we may take you to see those places." With that said, I curtseyed, thanked them and stood there waiting for them like a demure little girl. Then Adelle told me to walk to the house with her, and so I went inside. To tell the truth, I probably liked it there, more than at home. I wondered what it would take to stay there forever, or if I could request asylum there.

As I walked through the door, I saw a large living room that looked very feminine. There were two older women and two younger women inside. Adelle said, "This young woman is Anna and this is Chrissie. They are German. And now girls, this is Michelle." They all introduced themselves to me and I suspected they were students also. Then she introduced me to the other adult women, she said in German, "This is an American girl named Michelle." Then she said in English, "Michelle, this is Elena and Dianna. They only speak German, but that shouldn't be a problem for you." Dianna glared at me with icy eyes; Dianna seemed creepy and sadistic while the rest seemed good and wanted to 'reform these boys.' Dianna seemed the type to hurt or humiliate them and didn't give a damn about helping them at all.

As bold as I could be, I walked up to Dianna, curtseyed, and said in perfect German, "If there is something about me that you don't like, I will try to work on it." Then I added, "Please, I will cooperate. I can learn."

She kept looking at me with that damn icy look, and said back in German, "Oh, you will learn, you little worm."

"I really want to learn, I will be no problem," I said to her.

After that, her look softened a little, and the other students looked stunned. They all seemed terrified of her. I think that I made a good impression on her, as she looked at me a little, just a little, nicer. Then the one called Adelle walked up to me and said, "You are a bold little one, just walking up to the meanest women and assuring her that you want to learn from her. She is here to keep everyone in line and administer punishment. She is not a teacher, nor would I let her. Now, lets get you in your room and settled in."

As I walked away, I heard Anna telling Dianna, "As nice is he looks, he gives me creeps. It's like I was in the presence of evil, I think this boy is a pure evil."

I looked at Adelle and asked, "What does that mean? I'm not evil."

She looked at me and said, "I will talk to them about that, but you do have a look about you that look makes my skin crawl. But, still, you are not bad. Now lets get going."

As I went into what I assumed was my room, I was flattened. It looked like a little girl's room and I asked, "What is this? I know I am to be a girl, but at least could it be age appropriate?"

She giggled and said, "This will do. Now get some rest because you will have a lot of work to do tomorrow." She left and I just lay down on the bed in my incredibly frilly room and wondered what would happen tomorrow.

After several hours, the door opened. Dianna came in and sat down beside me. She said, " You got Anna in trouble, but I agree with her. Your boldness hit me; I kind of like you. I heard that you want to see Zeppelin Field. Do you think that you are some kind of savior? I could work with you. You are special, but your power is not focused. But then, of course, you are only 12."

What in hell was this crazy woman saying to me? I looked at her and asked, "What are you saying, that I am evil and you like that?"

Dianna said, "What? No, you're not evil; you just have that look and aura of absolute confidence and will, but power and conviction don't make you evil. It is clear that you are going places."

Adelle came in and said in a stern voice to Dianna, "You leave that poor boy alone, now."

Dianna whispered into my ear, "Soon, you will see that I am right, then see me. You will be great." Then she got up and left.

Adelle said, "Are you OK there? Don't listen to her; you are a fine boy. Now get some rest while I have a good talk with Dianna."

Oh man, she was going to rip Dianna a new one and I had better rest. Could Dianna have been right? It was hard to think so, but just maybe she was right. Well, I needed to put these thoughts out of my mind and rest. There would be time to figure this out later.

I woke up early that morning, and 20 minutes later Adella came in and looked at me. She said, "You are already awake. Get dressed. Lets eat breakfast and start on this day's instructions." Then she left while I started to dress. There was this lovely blue skirt and pink blouse laid out for me. I put them on, made my face up and walked downstairs to see what was up. There, Adelle told me to set the table and see what I could do to help with breakfast. I did that, walked into the kitchen, and asked Chrissie what she needed. She showed me what I could do. I started making sausages and kept an eye on the eggs.

After that was all done, we sat down and Dianna sat beside me. I must have fascinated her. Adelle started off with a prayer; we all bowed our heads. After the prayer we started to eat. Chrissie and Dianna started talking about Germany. Dianna was telling Chrissie about the good days of her father and how things were better back then. Chrissie, a compassionate soul, said a stupid thing about how they didn't respect human rights, the persecution of the poor Jews, and how they needed to be respected.

Dianna couldn't stand that and stood up. Spitting her food from her mouth, she raged, "We're talking about Jews, here. They have no rights! I thought you knew better. I thought you respected Germany!"

This woman knew what she wanted and I didn't want her to hate me so I asked, "What is up with you? What did the Jews do that made you hate them so?"

Dianna looked at me and said, "I will tell you and then we can be friends."

I told her that I would like that. She was cool and cunning. I wanted to stay there with her. So I turned to Dianna and asked, "Can I stay here with you and be your daughter in Germany?"

She giggled and said that it would be hard, as Alexandra was my legal guardian and she couldn't keep me. In a panic I said that I could tell the police what she did with me, request asylum, renounce my American citizenship, and apply for German citizenship. She smiled and said that she would think about it. One thing was clear; she liked me and would try anything she could to help me out. She was an ally. I had blown it with Adella, but I had Dianna. After that outburst from me, most of the students and teachers were distant.

Adelle told me that she didn't think she could help me with my lessons, but that she would try. For the next several hours I got 'instruction' on how to be more feminine, walking, walking in high heals, sitting, and other feminine manners. Unfortunately, I learned it faster than they intended or were prepared for, and I saw frustration in Adelle, but we went through the whole thing as planned. After that, we started learning makeup, but Adelle quickly found out that that was useless, as my sisters had made sure I could do that with my eyes shut. I went through the whole day learning just about nothing, I made lunch and dinner by myself, and went to bed with Adelle's face red with anger. It wasn't my fault that I knew just about everything they could teach me. At least she hadn't taken it out on me.

I lay in my bed frustrated, wondering what would happen tomorrow. Would they send me home or keep me here? Dianna opened the door and sat down beside me and said, "You are a VERY bright little boy, about the brightest boy we ever had here, as well as the strangest. You are more of a girl than a boy. That is frustrating to Adelle, as her instructions were learned faster than she could handle." She continued, "We know about your sisters and will keep you here as long as we can, so don't worry about that. I have been thinking about what you said, about staying here and your cute suggestions about asylum, and it could work. I have something I want to give you."

She reached into her purse, took out a round pin, and handed it to me. The pin had a somewhat faded swastika on it and words said "National-Sozialistische DAP" around the edges. It looked like it had been taken care of even though it looked like it was around 50 years old.

Dianna said, "It is a official pin of the National Socialist Party; it was my father's and he was a member of the Schutzstaffel, or SS. He was an ss-Standartenfuehrer or equivalent to the American rank of colonel and surrendered to the Red Army in 44. He spent over 10 years in a Soviet gulag being 'reeducated.' When he got out, he married and had me. He is gone now, but this was his pin. How do you like it?"

I said, "It is cool, but why are you giving me this?"

She said, "You will be great someday. I have a feeling about you; your eyes say it all. Your sisters are making a huge mistake and will pay dearly when your time comes, but now lets learn about organization." Then she got out a handbook and we started studying about the party hierarchy and organization. She read it and we talked about it for several hours until she yawned and said, "I am tired. I need some sleep."

When the door closed I said to myself, "What a kook, but I better play along so I don't piss her off." Then I fell asleep.

Around six in the morning Dianna woke me up. I sat up in my pink nighty and she said, "Your sisters are trying to destroy you and ruin your life. You must not let them. If you must go back home, don't give in, stay alert and wait for them to trip up. They will do their worst, but we all know that their worst is nothing compared to YOUR worst. It isn't your sisters' fault, but those who alone are responsible for the moral decay in our society, the cause of all of our misfortune. You know who is to blame. It is your destiny and you will triumph in the end; that is assured. Now I must go, but I will be back tonight and we can study more."

I had a good idea who she blamed, she had said it during breakfast and I didn't believe her. The cause of all our misfortune? I thought not. Well, in around 30 minutes I needed to get up, so I just lay back down and waited for the time to get up.

Adelle came in right at six thirty and told me that it was time to make breakfast. I got up, dressed, and did everything I needed to do before breakfast. At seven, I walked to the kitchen and started breakfast with Chrissie. Chrissie was very cold toward me, as were most other students. They feared me and I understood why, my relationship with Dianna whom everyone was afraid of. I started with the eggs and Polish sausages while Chrissie sat the table and just watched me cook. She said, "You are a good cook, much better than I."

I smiled, saying, "I did that for my mother a lot. Where do you live?"

She said, "I lived in Leipzig. How about you?"

I said, "New York, but soon I think I will live in Kentucky unless I can stay here. I don't want to go back home; they sent me here and they are very mean."

She said, "I hope you can stay also."

I said, "Why are you nice? I thought that you hated me since I started talking with Dianna, and my explosion during breakfast."

She said, "You concern me, but I may as well talk to you since you are here."

I said, "Well, this is fun. I sense that I am not liked much here except for Dianna." I was actually having a good time.

She said, "Why do you like her so much? She gives me the creeps and always calls me names."

That was a hard question, I could relate to her and she had a good interest in me, so I told her that. I took the eggs off the skillet and Chrissie, the sausage. I took them to the table and sat down. Adelle started the prayer, and we ate, but this time, silently.

After that, Adelle said that we needed to call Alexandra and give her a report on my progress. So, we made the call and she talked to her. Then she gave the phone to me and I talked to Alexandra until I realized that I needed to speak English, as I got used to German so much. Therefore, after dumbfounding her with German, I told her how much I liked it here and being feminine. After her usual condescending asshole comments about her dumbass brother, she hung up, and Adelle said in English, "What a fucking bitch!" I broke out laughing.

Eight weeks passed, and I learned a lot about femininity. My mannerisms improved, but, actually, there wasn't a lot of room for improvement. Fortunately, Dianna taught me loads about the darker areas of my study that would serve me well later; I was absolutely sure of it. I woke up at around six in the morning. Dianna came in and told me that we were going to see the places that I had requested, as I had complied with everything and didn't give any trouble. I was ecstatic.

I was instructed to dress up nicely. Dianna and Adelle would take me to Nuremberg and later to Berlin. We would spend the whole week touring. After breakfast and getting dressed, Dianna, Adelle, Chrissie, Eva, and I got in a car and started for Nuremberg. It was a boring trip. We spent most of the trip sleeping or talking. Dianna and I talked about Nuremberg's glory days; the yearly rallies at Zeppelin Field, and the cathedral of light. We finally arrived and got out in front of a massive stadium called Zeppelin Field.

Dianna and I stared at it and the corruption of it as a soccer field, but that was ignored and we just stared at it with absolute fascination and awe. I walked up and stood on the podium where the Fuhrer and Goebbels stood and gave their speeches.

As I stood there, I felt a power course through me. It felt electric. I felt destiny, and I could see in my mind's eye hundreds of thousands of people standing in rigid columns on the parade ground looking at me for leadership and salvation. I started speaking as forcefully as I could, "A new era of peace and prosperity is upon us. The dawn of the thousand-year Reich has begun. Sieg heil." then I stepped down.

Dianna looked at me with awe even though I was only 12, but everyone else looked at me in horror. I got down and we looked around for several hours and left. We saw the rest of Nuremberg: the place where they were the war criminals tried and hung after the second world war, the courthouse, and the whole city. After several days of driving around, we went to Berlin and saw the Reichstag. That was awesome. Then we went home, and only Dianna and other staff spoke to me the rest of the stay there.

Well, twelve weeks had passed and I actually had a good time. The only thing I learned, except a few things about being a girl and being a better maid was a whole lot about running a political party and National Socialism. Every night Dianna would come into my room and read me parts of the nsdap handbook. Then we would talk about it.

A man from Alexandra's company arrived to take me back home. Dianna looked like she wanted to kill him, and she looked capable. Alexandra's man and I got in a car and drove the half-hour to Frankfurt airport, where we got out. I saw Dianna stalking us, and, as we walked through the airport and started walking outside, I decided that it would be good to try something. Quickly, I kicked his kneecap, kneed him in the groin, and I ran the palm of my hand into his nose. Blood ran out.

I ran to several nearby police officers, got one's attention and said, "I am an American citizen. I ask for asylum. This man has attacked me and will attack me in America. I do not want to go back to America. I ask for asylum."

Well, after I asked for asylum I was taken to a police station and since I was an American they brought an English translator in to translate. I gave my whole statement and told them of my sisters mistreatment, the beatings, the rape, forcing to be their maid and the crossdressing. I told them the whole damn thing step by step slowly and I could see the effect on them. After several hours of getting my statement, they left to confer and get an official from the German government and check who I was.

After several hours several official looking people, two women and one man came in and the women spoke, "I am Elena from the department of the state and I read your statement in whole and I see really no reason why the German government should get involved. Your oppression is not administered by the American government. Your situation is a police matter that the American police should be and is capable of handling. You are Michael groves, the son of Susan Groves, former president and CEO of GROVES OIL and GROVES AVIATION. She is deceased, your oldest sister is your legal guardian and she is mistreating you."
Stifling tears, I nodded and she continued, "Well, as she is your guardian, it would be tantamount to kidnapping to hold you. We cannot hold American citizens without a good reason and we have no good reason."

I spoke up, saying, "What if I renounce my citizenship? I DON'T want to go back to America and be with my sister."

She said, "You can't, as you are a minor, but you will not have to go back to Alexandra, as we made your situation known to the American authorities and the state department. Right now, police are probably arresting your sisters, and if you want the charges to stick you must go back and corroborate them, as your constitution demands the right to confront the accuser."

God damnit, their argument was right and flawless; I had to go back, but what if I don't give a damn about them going to jail, what if I just wanted to guarantee that I would be safe? What if the trial went the wrong way and they were found not guilty and she some how got custody back? There would be hell to pay. Going back was a gigantic risk. I guessed I didn't have a choice, they were refusing to keep me, and I would be transferred back rather I liked it or not. Therefore, I agreed to go back and they left.

After several hours the woman came back with several more people. One said, "I'm from the American state department and this is the deputy ambassador to Germany and we are here to escort you back to America. We have been apprised of your situation with your sisters. You will be removed from their care. Alexandra's guardianship has been removed. You are a ward of the state now, so lets get going."

I asked, "Have they been arrested? Could they get out and kill me?"

He said, "There is a restraining order against them, so no, not legally. They have been arrested for abuse and accessory to rape, but we need to know who raped you and we need to examine you."

I didn't think that the rape charge would stick, as there was no physical evidence, but I would try. We got on a plane and flew to New York where I was given to child services and stayed in a foster home. There, I was told that my sisters' arraignment would be in several days. They would find a nice place for me to live tomorrow, but I would have to stay there for the day. The days passed rather slowly and I was placed in a better house with a woman who seemed to give a damn about me.

The next day I was to appear in court for Alexandra's arraignment. The district attorney wanted to speak with me before the arraignment, so my guardian took me to his office at city hall and I waited until I was invited in. There he told me what to expect and suggested that it would be beneficial if I took the stand. That could be in several weeks to several months and there would be plenty of time to prep me, but there was a problem. I wouldn't give out the names of the boys, and they had a doctor that would testify with documents that will say that I am delusional and have schizophrenia. They had entered a motion to dismiss all charges and return me back to Alexandra, and the judge was seriously considering that, as the documentation looked convincing.

God damnit again, I should never have started it, as it seems that they would win.

We showed up on the court date and the judge seemed angry. He gave a long-winded speech about how the DA and I were wasting the court's time with lies and dismissed the charges with prejudice. It meant that he wouldn't consider the case again even if more evidence were given at a later date. I was to be given back to Alexandra.

Part III
I was in for it. I was taken back to the foster home to gather some of my stuff and Alexandra was there to take me back to our house in Kentucky as our house in New York was sold. We gathered some of my stuff and went to John F. Kennedy International Airport. We got on her private aircraft quickly. It was a Bombardier Global Express, one of the best and biggest business jets you could buy as well as one most expensive. It was a dream but to me it was a nightmare. The flight was nice if I had wanted to relax and enjoy it, but for me it was filled with dread and terror. I challenged Alexandra and tried to escape. A court ordered me back into her custody. I just knew there was going to be hell to pay.

As we landed on the runway, I groaned in terror. Alexandra was sitting right beside me and she doesn’t look at all happy. She looked pissed and angry. I didn’t dare open my mouth. I’m sure that she would tell me my fate when the time was right. I told myself that I must survive and not give in to despair. I must stay alert and escape with the time presents itself. I looked outside and I had no idea where in hell I was. I had never seen this place. The plane stopped. The door was opened. We all got up and went outside the plane and there was a long black limousine there waiting for us. We walked down and got in and rode for several hours until I saw a large manor. It looked huge and luxurious and I was positive I wouldn’t enjoy it. I probably will be their maid. I hope that I wont be the only one or there will be a lot of work for me.

As I got out, I was escorted inside and I was flattened by the sheer size of the rooms. That damn place was utterly gigantic. I saw Sandra and she looked happy and nice. I knew that this wasn’t right, as she never showed kindness to me. This was very un-Sandra like. It was scaring the shit out of me. She was an utter bitch. She took my hand and led me to my room. As I saw what was to by my room I was relieved. It just looked like a teenage girls room with girlish wallpaper and a vanity in the corner with a closet full of dresses, skirts and blouses and a couple of normal tee shirts. I had a dresser full of frilly lingerie, too frilly for even a teenage girl. I wasn’t a normal girl or even a teenage girl. I really didn’t give a damn. Some of the clothes looked like a dream. One thing was clear; my sisters wanted me to be as prissy as possible. To what end?

As I went in my room Alexandra snarled, “You stay in here while we decide what to do with you.” Then she leaves and I lay on my bed wondering what the judge was thinking, was he bought? Before I left, the DA told me that he was appealing and bringing a disciplinary hearing against the judge for misconduct. So there was a glimmer of hope. I heard that actions against judges usually were useless unless their conduct was so egregious and can proved that they demand action. In this case, I would agree. Dismissing a child abuse case solely on the testimony of the criminals’ doctor was egregious. it was just not done that way. A hearing should have been done to validate my condition and should have gone from there. He just dismissed the case out of hand. Who does that? The result was I was screwed for the time being. The only thing that kept me going those long years was the fact that someday my day would come.

I was lying there, wondering what would happen when Sandra came back and locked me to my bed with handcuffs and left. It was September the sixth. It was May when I left for Germany. I lived in Seattle for most of my life. Then our family moved to New York and we lived there for almost a year until mom died. I didn’t like living in New York. Then I lived in Frankfurt for 12 weeks. After that, I was living in a big mansion in the middle of Kentucky with a bunch of sadists that hated me. There was no one to protect me at all. Sandra always had a sadistic streak and Sally tried to be one also.

Sally wasn’t as good as Sandra. She just didn’t have it in her. Sandra and Alexandra were much alike. Alexandra treated her boyfriends like dirt. She liked humiliating them and degrading them. She was a female supremacists and a dominant. She felt it was her job to control her boyfriends. She had an air of superiority. I once heard that when they make out, she demands that her boyfriends wear female attire. There were times when she beats them. She gave up on boyfriends saying that they weren’t worthy, and turned to women. When we were younger, she would beat animals. I had a dog and she beat it too death, in front of me. Mother wouldn’t believe me when I told her that and Alexandra was there with a triumphant grin on her face the whole time. When that was over, she whispered into my ear that she told me so. She would hit me at times, but I made sure that she didn’t get away with that. Now there was no mother and the state wouldn’t help me out of this. ‘The great, all-knowing American justice system’, I thought to myself. I started to sob until I fell asleep. At least there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe the appeal will work and that damn judge would be impeached. Probably not and its was up to me, what else was new?

I was shook awake by Sandra and she said, “It time to get to work.” She unlocked and handed me the damn maids dress and I put it on. Sandra said, “No you don’t, you forgot your belt and hook it to your stockings like a good little girl and don’t forget your MAKEUP.” Before she left she said, “Oh, I forgot, if you are going to be our little slave, you need this than.” She left with me their shaking if fear wondering what she was going to do. She came back with a wicked looking whip thing. She uncurled it and it was a leash attached to a collar. She wraps the collar around my neck and hooks it in the back. She give me a condescending grin and said, “Now this is so you never forget your status here, little slave.” She bung her face closer and gave me a vicious look and said with intensity, “Never forget your status here and NEVER attack me ever, you are a little slave girl and you will stay that way. Get dressed, little slave girl.” So, with her gone and this damn thing around my neck, I wrapped the garter belt around my waist. I rolled the black stockings up my toes and up my thighs. I attached the stocking to my garter belt. After that, I slipped the black satin minidress over my head and over my body. I made up my face. I looked in the mirror and almost cried. I was the image of a really young serving girl. I looked like I belonged in the uniform. This wasn’t what I wanted. I also didn’t want what Dianna wanted me to be. I didn’t want to be a fuehrer and I wasn’t going to be one. I just wanted to serve any roll I could, I wanted to be a marine, and I would be one. There wasn’t a force on this earth that would stop that. I walked out of my room and walked down my steps. It was six in the morning.

As I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw a mean intimidating woman dressed in tight leather. She had brown hair that was tied in a bun behind her head. She had a look of iron about her. She looked like she could fight a bull with her hands. She eyed me evilly and I knew what she expected. I swished up to her. I did a deep curtsey while I bowed my head then said respectfully, “Hello madam, what may I do for you?”

She looked at me and said, “We do have a well mannered little child, her curtsey is perfect and her manners are good. This is Michael.”

“I am Michelle and I used to be Michael. What may I do for you?” that was the truth as I wasn’t Michael anymore. I didn’t like that name.

This creature was really frightening me. What was she here for? I was guessing to beat me into submission. She snarled, “ Do not speak unless asked a direct question,” then she snarled, “NOW SHUT UP!” Damn, she has a short temper and I guessed that she was perfect for my sister’s purposes. She then said, “You will address me as Mistress Donna. Not madam.”

“Can she call me Mistress Sandra?” she said with a smirk directed at me. I was thinking, ‘Oh no, I am going to have to call my own sister mistress now.’

“I don’t see why not, Michelle, address your sister properly,” Donna said.

“Mistress Sandra, what may I do for you?” I said curtseying. That was humiliating and infuriating.

Tears of humiliation start streaming down my cheeks and Sandra said giggling, “Stop crying or your mascara will ruin dear.” So I stifled my tears.

“We also have another surprise for you, “ Sandra said. She had a pattle and was waving it at me. She sat down and motioned for me to come there. I shook my head and ran into the corner. I sat down and brought my knees to my chin. I started trembling.

Another woman came in the door and she said, “Hi Michelle, I am Andrea, Alexandra’s girlfriend. We are going to teach you a lesson about running away and seeking help. All of us are going to give you a spanking of your life. If we have to go over there, it is going to make things harder of your self.”

I wasn’t going to move. I shook my head. Andrea came over. She got my arm and pulled my over, threw my over her knees and started wailing on me. After five hits, she shoved a gag in my mouth. Then she hit me around 20 times. Then she let me up and Sandra motioned for me to get over her knee. Like a robot with no other option, I did as commanded. She hit me about 20 times before she said, “Man brother, I didn’t know hitting you was so tiring.”

Alexandra said, “Sandra, you need to work on your stamina.” After that Donna, sally and Alexandra got to hit me that day. I was in pain.

“We have hired a great tutor for you and she is coming soon,” Said Sandra.

We heard a knock and Donna said, “Answer the door for us as that is your job.” I walked over and answered the door and I almost fell over. It was Dianna. Holy shit it was Dianna and she was hopping mad at my treatment.

She said warmly with a smile, “ Well, hello Michelle.” She can speak English also. Adelle said that she only spoke German. This woman was tricky.

I curtseyed and said, “Hello Dianna.” This was a pleasant surprise.

“Michelle lets go to your room and start algebra.”

Where did she learn that, well if she was that smart, then it was good for me? She started up stairs and went to my room and I followed. I am still dressed as a French maid.

We spent a while on algebra and went on to history. She was quite educated. She knew her stuff and after two hours, she left. I am now baffled by her. She was manipulative and sly. Throughout my stay in Frankfurt, I only spoke German to her and she spoke it back. She knew English and let me go on speaking German. That was OK. It didn’t hurt anything. As I wondered about her, Sandra came in my room and told me to go downstairs. Wearily, I went downstairs knowing whatever it was. It wasn’t good. As I went downstairs, I saw Donna. She said, “It was about time that you learn your duties and the rules.”

“Yes, Mistress Donna,” I said curtseying. God, I hate that. I had better get used to that, as I had no alternative. For the time being, I was helpless. That didn’t make it any easier. It did give me a path to take. Play the submissive sissy.

She took me around the house explaining to me the rules and my duties and generally, what was expected of me. All and I do mean all of the housework would be done by me. My appearance was to be neat and perfect at all times. I was also to be the cook and serve them as a maid at all times. I was also to me both of my sisters’ personal servant, or slave. That covered it. How nice of them. Boldly I decided to ask a question. Knowing that I was not to speak, I looked into Donna eyes expectedly. She nodded and I asked, “Mistress Donna, I am to be a girl, is that right?”

“That is right, you are a little slave girl, there better not be a problem with that,” she said.

“Well, I am not a girl. At least biologically. Can’t we do anything about that? There are pills, injections that can transform my body. Make me look like a girl. Will mistress Sandra do that? Please,” I said like an eager little girl. When I was in school, I knew this girl. She was just beautiful and she told me about how she was making herself a girl.

She just about fell over with the way I said that, pleading for hormone medication. She just looked at me and for several seconds. She didn’t know what to say. Finely she said, “Well, in all of my years turning strong and headstrong boys into sissies, I have never had one ask to be made into a girl. Most boys view that as degrading, you want that. Well I didn’t hear them consider that but for you I will see.”

I decided to try my luck, “This was their idea, they wanted me to be a girl. Lets make it complete, as I am 12. My body will start turning into a mans. If we do this, I can force my body to turn into a young woman’s. I want that to happen. Plead my case for me.”

She smiled and agreed. She was anything but an ally. She didn’t have my best interests at heart. This was something I suspected that they wanted also. Alexandra was waiting for a time to blast me with it in an attempt to either force me to stay in line with that as a threat. Alternatively, they would do it several weeks down the line to destroy me. I wanted this and knew the sooner the more dramatic the results. She then told me to scrub the basement floor and report back. She handed me a scrubber and I went downstairs, got on my knees, and started scrubbing with all I had. I had never been down here and this place was terrifying. There were strange hooks in the walls, ceiling and floor. There were cabinets that have dildos, whips and other pain inflicting devises. I guesses they were for me, if I step out of line. Or if they just want to hurt me for their sadistic pleasure. They were hard and just inhuman. I just know that they weren’t behind this. They wouldn’t want there little brother hurt like this. There just has to be someone else behind this.

As was scrubbing, Sandra came down there and said, “Cool looking stuff huh little sister. They are all for you and I bet you are getting hard just waiting for them. I bet you love those dildos and want to suck on them. You will get the chance, just wait.” throughout the job, she was just eyeing me with sadistic pleasure.

She walked up to the cabinet and picked out a wicked looking thing and she said, “This is called a cat and it was used on sailors, looks yummy doesn’t it?” she walked up to me and brought it down on my back. I screamed in pain. I almost asked why she did that; I was working my butt off. That would have been dumb, even if it was a valid question. She laughed sadistically and waved the evil looking cat at me and I cowered it terror. I curled up and shook if fear.

She continues waving the cat at me for several minutes until she said, “ We are not getting any work done are we.” Then she snarls, ‘Why are you not working. What will Donna say when I tell her that.” Then she screamed, “Get working or I will hit you again!” I thought that she would hit me anyway but with no option, I got on my knees and started scrubbing again. Then she drew back and I shrink and cringe expecting incredible pain but it didn’t come. Then she laughed. I started getting mad and she drew back again and brought it down beside me. She laughed cruelly. Then she struck me again. I screamed loudly. That hurt badly. I started crying from the pain. Then she tires of this and went up stairs and I continue this job. What did I do to deserve this? All I did was be born a male and they couldn’t have that. In essence, I did nothing. I didn’t deserve that treatment!

After more than six hours, I was done with scrubbing. I walk up stairs and it was around noon. The first thing that I realized was Sandra there in a swimming suit. She was dripping wet and waiting for me. The second was the stifling heat. She said “Donna said to tell you to vacuum the floors and wash the windows. They are both filthy and need cleaned.” She was munching of a cookie and letting crumbs fall on the floor. She was giggling the whole time.

“Mistress Sandra, why is it so hot up here,” I asked.

“It's a real scorcher today, it is around one hundred and one,” Sandra said, “That’s why we are all in the pool cooling off. We turned off the air conditioning since we don’t need it, you need to start but before you start put these on, you learned how to walk in them now you work in them,” she handed my bright red five inch high heals. How was I going to work in them? I put them on and she said, “Hold your arms out for me sweetie.” Knowing what to expect I held them out and she snapped handcuffs on me. After that, she lowered herself and put ankle cuffs on my ankles. I was effectively helpless and she said, “ Now get back to work little slave, we are going to check on you from time to time to make sure that you are working hard.” She left giggling. She was the most condescending person I ever have seen. I guessed that with the power she wielded with me, she could. I started washing the windows.

It was like a green house and the sweat was rolling off my forehead. I had to keep wiping the sweat from my face. My sisters were swimming and having fun while I was here in this hot house. A hot summer day and I was inside working. What a way to spend a day. I have never worked high heals this high before and it was excruciating. My satin uniform was sticking to my skin. I fell several times and twisted my ankle because of the damn high heals. By four in the afternoon, I had the windows cleaned and I sat down because my legs were screaming for relief. I had to sit.

Then Sandra came in and yelled, “What are you doing you lazy slave.”

I glared at her and whined, “I have been working for four hours and hurt my ankle three times because of the ankle straps and high heals. They are too high for me. I am not lazy and my calf’s and back hurt something fierce.”

“ I think you would be used to those ankle straps by now. They look lovely.” She walked up to my and patted my head and said, “There dear now get back to work.”

“Yes, mistress Sandra,” I groaned.

With my hands bond I turned the vacuum on and started vacuuming the floor. I made sure I picked up the crumbs. By seven o’clock, I was finished and I just wondered what I could do now. I finished the whole house in three hours and I walked out to see Sandra and tell her that I was finished. She was swimming and she smiled at me and said, “Well, little slave. You finished your chores. I am about to get out of the pool so hand me the towel and I will lay down in the lawn chair and you can block the sun from me.” My god, she was conceited and mean. The sun was sitting. What choice do I have? Scream no way in hell. That would not be smart. I will play along. I have patience. I will would until an opportunity presents its self. Then we will play my game.

She walked to the chair and laid back and I stood in the sun blocking it. I was fuming at this. This was hotter that hell and my black satin mini-dress was really sticking to my skin. She said, “This is still hot. Pick up the fan and fan me will you sweetie.” I turned and picked up the large fan and fanned her like an Egyptian slave fanning the queen. Occasionally she would stand up and jump in the pool and I was given permission to stop fanning. She would swim while I watched standing there like a proper maid. Does a proper maid reply ‘triumph of the will’ in her head while watching her employer swim? After around an hour later we were done outside, we went back. I was instructed to make dinner. I was trained in that so I asked her what she wanted and she told me that she wanted pizza so I spent several hours making a pizza. Then Sandra and Donna ate it all, then she handed me some cat food.

‘God, what a bitch,’ I thought. I refused and told her that I would eat properly, or I wouldn’t eat. She sneered at me and threw it away. I would rather die that eat cat food, I would prove it if I needed to.

So I went up stairs to go to bed and Donna handcuffed me to the bed and she said, “Tomorrow you will wear a corset to work you may take it off only to sleep. Now get some sleep, you got a big day tomorrow.

“Yes mistress Donna,” I said weakly. What were they going to do to me now? I was hungry but death actually seemed to be a release. As I laid down thinking about wearing a corset, 5 inch high heals and doing all of the house work. That was just too much, but I would survive given that they provide me something that I could eat. I would not eat food fit for animals. That was the limit. They could treat me like an animal but I would not eat like one. I made the goddamn food around here so I could eat some of it, or they can bury me. Then they could explain to the cops why I starved to death. As I my mind was filled with fury, Sally came in.

She knelt in my face and said softly but full of sorrow, “I’m sorry about this. This is my fault. The fact is that your mother named the brightest child as the heir to the company, estate as well as the stock. We all knew that it was you and we talked for a while about what to do. Alexandra hated you so much as well as Sandra that they started talking about how they can keep it from you and stupidly I said that we could mess with your mind and make you unstable and then have a court declare you unfit. I said it jokingly and didn’t think it would be taken seriously. It was and this happened. They intend to make you submissive and have you sign over the estate to Alexandra or a court will do that. Then they are talking about you living with someone as a submissive bride when you turn of age. Either way they are destroying your life and I am sorry. For now Alexandra is holding it as mother will granted it all to Alexandra as temporary measure until you come of age.” I looked at her pleading knowing full well that she wasn’t sorry. She gave them a plan in detail like this and to people who were looking for a viable way to take from me what was mine. Then she expected me to believe she didn’t think that Alexandra would not take her seriously. ‘Yah right’. She was as guilty as they were. The fact that she was sorry didn’t matter, unless she got me out of this. She added, “I can not help you. These are my sisters and will not turn against them,” Said right out of the horse’s mouth. She wouldn’t turn. She left and I fell asleep.

It was up to me, I didn’t give a damn about the estate. I wanted to be safe. I wanted to go and swim and play. I didn’t want to be stuck in a fucking hot house during the day while everyone else was swimming. Aside from the total unfairness, that was dangerous. That was how people died from heat. Germany wouldn’t help! The wonderful US government wouldn’t help. It was up to me.

It was quite hard to sleep after that revelation; I did get some sleep through. I was woke up by a agonizing pain across my back. I screamed. I was laying face down and my back was on fire, I turned over and I say Sandra there with her goddamn cat! She struck me on my chest and I screamed again. Then she uncuffed me from the bed and told me to get dressed. That hurt. What a way to wake up. I was told to put on the maids dress again and not forget the corset.

They left and I put on the dress again along with the lingerie and makeup. After that, I walk downstairs. There I see Donna and she tell me to stay there while she secures me. The collar never was taken off. She secured my wrists with leather cuffs. Then she put ankle straps on my ankles. Then she inspects my appearance. She frowned at me. She said, “Will you look at yourself. I told you how important your appearance is. You have a lot to learn.”

I said, “Mistress, I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me to wear this.”

“Your seams in your stockings are misaligned and your eye shadow is sloppy. Your cap looks stupid. You need punished for that,” she snarls.

She then leaves. She comes back with a riding crop. Suddenly she pulls me to her and throws me over her knee. Then starts wailing on me. Instead of crying out, I got explosively angry. I silently sweared to god that these vermin will pay dearly as will all who helped them. Little did they know just how serious I was? I was really getting pissed off. I knew when to take the shit, when the time wasn’t right to act. I also knew when the time would be right. After she finished, she commanded me to make myself presentable and be back in ten minutes. I went upstairs and realigned my stockings. I reset my cap. I redid my makeup. I walked downstairs and present my self to Donna. She carefully inspected me. She walked around me eyeing my appearance. She lifted my chin, turned my face. Then she told me to make the beds and then to vacuum the floor and dust all of the furniture. Now I checked my appearance every half hour or less. I was paranoid about my appearance.

So I walked to the vacuum, I turned it on and I started vacuuming the entire house. That took close to five hours. It was after noon when I finished vacuuming. I spent the next several hours dusting. That was just a warm-up. I spent most of the afternoon on my knees scrubbing the kitchen and bathrooms. When I was done, it was almost eight in the evening. Then I served my sisters dinner. After that, they wanted me to eat cat food again. I told them the same stock answer I gave them last night. I walked away. They then told me to wash the dishes, take a bath and go to bed. I was worn out and really hungry. I would die before I eat that. I told them that and I would follow through. After that, I was sent to bed and locked in place. After they left, I let my rage out. My face got red and I silently raged for hours. Silently I cursed the foulest words. I tensed up. Donna is not human. She mimicked humans to appear human, she isn’t. I remembered reading an article about mimicry. She is evil and cruel. Sandra came in and told me that she would grant my request; she would give me some hormone medication. Then she left. I fell asleep.

Donna of all people woke me up the next day. As I looked at her face, it was so disgusting that I almost gagged. She told me to dress again and scrub the basement again. I dressed and did my morning routine. I made sure that my appearance was good and I went downstairs again. She inspected me again and told me to get working and report to her again for further instructions. I was pretty weak and hungry now. I walked down the steps and started scrubbing the basement floor, hoping that I wasn’t hit. The corset was tight and it felt like I couldn’t breath. I had to take shallow breaths. After four hours I was done.

I walk upstairs. Sandra said, “Make some breakfast for us all, that included you since I don’t want a dead sissy.” I was really getting tired of the word sissy. I wasn’t a sissy.

They must have realized that I was deadly serious. I started making eggs and toast. Sandra, Sally, Donna, Alexandra started eating after I made breakfast. I served them and stood there until they were done, them I was allowed to eat. That was wonderful. I was allowed to eat another egg. After that, Donna instructed me to make the beds, start laundry and wash the dishes. I was also to wash my uniform. I went to all of the rooms and made their beds then I started laundry. After that, I went to the sink and washed the dishes. That took around four hours. By then, it was noon. After that, Donna instructed me to finish the laundry and clean the bathroom. So, I did that. I went to the bathroom and started scrubbing the floor. After that, I got the laundry and put them in their proper rooms. It was around three in the afternoon when I finished.

Donna instructed me to wash the windows and vacuum all of the floors again. By late evening it was done. Sandra instructed me to again take a bath. I was hurting and the bath was soothing. That night I ate again after serving my family and Donna. That night, they gave me a pill to take. That was great. After that, I laid in bed after taking of my dress, corset. I put on my nighty and Donna locked me to my bed.

The next morning I woke up and Sandra unlocked me. I dressed in myself again. I put on the corset and attached the stockings to them. Then I slipped in the maids dress. Then I walked downstairs. There I say a young woman Sandra’s age. Sandra said, “This is Amber Brown.” As I looked at her, I thought she was nice. There still was a hard edge. She looked at me and said, “Are you ready to go.”

I said, “Where are we going.”

“We are going to a party for one of my friends birthday and you are going to be the maid.”

Oh no, now I am someone else’s damn maid. What about our housework, I was sure that it would be done by me later. Geez, they were merciless. I got in the back seat of the car and it was shut. The back seat had childproof locks on them. Amber sat beside me. The two got in the front seats, my sister and Donna. Donna drove us. The collar was off so we didn’t attract attention. I turned to amber and say, “Who is the friend.”

Amber looked at me and said, “That doesn’t matter. You need to be quiet.”

Suddenly I say, “Mistress Sandra, can I be a cheerleader one day.”

“Those girls that we are going to are cheerleaders. I will ask them if you can join them after you serve them there lunch and cake. I am sure that one of them will lone them their uniform.” The added angrily, “Now you need to shut up.” I was not sure what to think. ‘Either way, it should be…interesting.’

We stopped in front of a modest house and my sister and Donna got out and opened our doors. Amber and I got out. I thought about walking away when Donna put her hand on my shoulder and eyed me. I was not going anywhere. All four of us started for the house. Donna knocked and the door opened. We all went in and I saw what awaited me. The house was dark. There were candles lighting up the place. The windows were shaded. We walked into the dining room. There were dozen teenage girls waiting for me. They were all terrifying. They all were wearing leather and everything was dark. They were chanting something. One came over to me and told me to wait for them to give me instructions. Another welcomed me and told me that they were called ‘The Eternal Women’. They were a female supremacist group that was hundreds of years old. By then, I was shaking in terror. I had a very, very bad feeling about this.

They started talking to each other quietly so I couldn’t hear. I was really getting worried. Whatever they were going to do to be, it wasn’t going to be good. It was a good bet I was going to be whipped and beaten. As I heard them speak I could heard certain words. I heard something about a cute maid, dildos and how much I love the cat. My god, this was going to be a day to remember. One said something about how much her boyfriend would love me. Sandra shouted that it wasn’t time yet for that. At least that was taken care of. Sandra stood up for me. Well, if she really wanted to be nice how about taking me from here. Not a chance! What ever was going to happen to me, I would have to endure it.

After they spoke, one came over to me and just stood there looking at me for a while. I just stood there looking back like a post. I was tired of just taking this. She said, “You are a cut girly boy aren’t you.” I was cute. I probably looked adorable in this uniform.

“I am a girl, I am on hormones now. I am Michelle, first maidservant, what may I do for you,” I said in a tightly controlled voice of authority that I imagined wehrmacht officers spoke in. I am tired of appearing weak. I was going give the impression of confidence and arrogance, Even if I didn’t feel it.

“You are a confident and kind of pompous aren’t you. We will break you of that, wont we sisters.”

They cheered.

“Tun dein schlechtestes,” do your worst, I said in that voice again.

She said, “What.”

I said, “That would be lovely, I love being beaten by a strong woman. Please beat me.” Damn that was hard to say.

“Oh, we will little sissy, but for now serve us lunch. The food is in the kitchen now, get to it. I am mistress Katherine and that is how you will address me.”

“Ja harren Katherine.” I said in my wehrmacht officer voice. She really didn’t like that. That was what she was going to get, rather she liked it or not. Let the games begin.

Donna walked over to me and put all of the collar, the wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs on me. I looked like the proper slave now. I still gave the air of absolute confidence. I was not going to break. I walked into the kitchen and looked at what I was to eat. I gather the food and walked into the dining room. When I entered the dining room, I gave a curtsey. Then I put the food on the table and gave the girls their plates. I backed up and waited for commands. I was the perfect image of a proper maid. For several hours, I obeyed their commands. Then they were done. Katherine gave me a creepy grin. She walked to me and took my hand. The rest of the girls crowded around me and we went into a basement. When we got there, they hooked a chain to my collar and the other end to a hook in the ceiling. Next, they put my arms behind my neck and hooked them to my collar also. I was helpless. I looked at amber and said, “Some day, some how, I will have my vengeance. That is a guarantee.”

Amber looked at me and says, “This girl needs to be gagged.”

I looked at her in defiance and menace. She probably knew that there is something about me. For several seconds I saw a slight ghost of fear in her eyes. She visibly shuttered. Then quickly she recovered as she realized the condition I was in. Someone came behind me and put a ball gag in my mouth, and a blindfold around my head. I was going nowhere and I couldn’t see shit. Then someone approached me and struck my chest hard. I didn’t try to cry out. It still hurt badly. It felt like the cat again. She struck me over and over for several minutes. I just stood there in blinding pain but like a statue. She hit me around twenty times. She said, “This one is really tough. Most guys we have screamed by the third strike. He hasn’t screamed yet.” It was Amber. Sandra hit me and I bet that was fun for her. Why do they call me a guy sometimes and a girl other times? Cant these idiots make up their mind? My name is Michelle!

As I am recovering, Sandra moves away and another replaces her. I knew what is about to happen. I felt a strike across my chest again. That time was about to cry out. After around four, more I start to sob. She struck me another twelve times and I was really crying. That went on for close to an hour. 10 girls, everyone their except Donna had their turn hitting me. Everyone hit me about ten to twenty times, some on the chest other on my butt. I was in agonizing pain. They took of the blindfold. I see Sandra holding a video camera. She was smiling at me. I glared at Sandra with absolute hatred and menace. She didn’t even move or show any signs of even knowing. She glared back. Her glare was weak.

Then someone undid my chain and I could walk again. Then one of them said, “This is my birthday little one, my name is Kelly and I have been a member for over a year. It is my seventeenth birthday. Amber told me how much you loved those boys in New York. I am the birthday girl so I will have the honor of being your first female to ‘have you’ to myself. Think of the fun we are going to have together! We have the whole day together. Now lets go to my room.” She took me to her room.

I was going to be raped by a female. What a thought. She had a sadistic gleam in her eyes. She was terrifying. I didn’t let it show. She approached me. She looked at me with sadistic fascination and then she smiled at me.

She left the room and shut the door and I just stayed there shaking. I knew damn well what is going to happen. I was going to be raped and there wasn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it. She came back after several minutes and she had a hideous thing strapped to her crotch. I stood there looking at it and I didn’t flinch. Kelly approached me and said in a terrifying voice of experience, “Come over here and kneel. Start sucking on this little sissy.”

I said a little weaker, “Don’t make me do this to me mistress Kelly.”

“We can do this the other way, if that would work for you.”

What did that mean, oh god. I had better comply. I walked up to her and knelt. Then I put the hideous thing in my mouth and sucked. She grabbed my head and said, “Sissies like you really make me hot. I thought that you knew how to do this. Bob your head like a real sissy.” She grabbed my head and moved it along the thing. She gave me instructions and taunted me. We did that for over a half hour and my mouth hurt and was raw. She withdrew it from my mouth and said, “Thank me for the pleasure you got or we can do this over.”

I said, “Thank you for allowing me to suck on the dildo Mistress Kelly.”

She said, “That is OK, now do I need to help you out with what is next or can you just make it easy on me.”

Not this. Then I take off my panties and laid down on the bed. Then put my knees under my chest and waited for her violation. She rolled my over and said, “I want to see your face when I do this. I want to see the look in your eyes when you feel the dildo penetrate your body and violate you.” She emphasized the word violate. I winced at her words. She went and got some lubricant and came back to me. She shoved her finger inside me and worked it around. She said condescendingly, “I don’t want to hurt you too much, most of the hurt will be emotionally.” When she was satisfied, she lifted my legs then put her dildo next to my butt and she stared into my eyes and said, “This is going to be great. I never had a boy in a maids satin minidress before.” As she stared hard into my eyes, she shoved the damn thing into me and started working it. I just stared back into her eyes. She was deliberately trying to hurt me, as she pushed into me deeply and incredibility ruff. She rammed in back and fourth. I was stretched and ached. She kept pounding into me. I kept staring with intensity into her eyes. I refused to whimper or cry. I was going to let her know that I was not giving in or showing my pain. I was letting her know that she was dealing with fire. After a few minutes, she hissed like a snake and shuttered. This was one terrifying girl. After a few more minutes, she gritted her teeth, leaned over and bit my shoulder. I still didn’t cry out. After around ten minutes of raping me, she quit and walked away. When she turned I let a tear run down me face. I wiped it off and sat up.

“We still have all day, your sisters left, the guests left, my parents are gone for the weekend. Donna is still here if you want to fight back. We have a whole day of fun but now I am hungry from that sex. Now serve me some dinner,” she said commandingly. I looked for my panties when she said, “Don’t worry about that but if you must here are mine.” They were worst that mine. They had flowers and lace all over them. Mine were just plane pink satin. These had lace French cut with flowers all over them. Meekly I went over and put them on. That was humiliating, I lost my panties and a girl that just violated me gave me her own to wear. I let another tear run down my cheek and she saw it. She came over to me, put her face by mine and licked my tear. She said, “I love to see little girly boys cry. That is so cute.”

‘What a condescending bitch,’ I thought. Then she said, “Wait, I have a better idea, take everything off. I have something better you can where while you serve me the rest of this day.” She went into her drawers and sifted threw her own lingerie while at the same time I was striping. She found what she wanted and handed them to me. There was a pink teddy with straps that hung down along the legs and black stockings, with lacy chocker and white lacy elbow length gloves.

She said, “I will take off your bonds only if you do not resist. Donna is still here. Will you try to resist. Can I trust you?”

“Yes mistress,” I said weakly. She called Donna to undo my straps. She walked to me and did as requested while glaring at me, daring me to do anything stupid. I just glared back. Then Kelly helped me dress. When it was done, I looked cute. This was worse that the minidress. This was more reveling and humiliating. She reached over and squeezed my buttock while smirking at me. The message was crystal clear. I was hers for all intents and purposes. I successfully held back a tear for I was sick and tired of tears. I regained that confident composer of a wehrmacht officer, dressed in bridal lingerie!

She said, “Come on sweetie, you have work to do for me.” This is how I am going to serve her lunch, wasn’t she worried about ruining this? It looked like over a hundred dollars worth of lingerie. I guess if I ruined it, it would have came out of my ass.

I said with that voice, “Yes mistress.” I walked downstairs and saw food already there. She tells me to just serve her and not ruin the lingerie. My god, how in hell am I going to do that? She is not even letting me to wear an apron. Of all the times I didn’t want to wear an apron, this would be a time I would want one. It would be a real shame to ruin such fine lingerie. I liked the feeling. I didn’t like serving her in them, that was humiliating. That was the idea. I started serving her ‘very carefully.’ After she ate, she allowed me to eat some. She put a full length apron on me and I ate.

After that she said, “Now, dust the living room for me sweetie.” First lets take off that apron so I can see you. Then retouch your makeup so your appearance is better. I did as she commanded.

She handed me a feather duster and I pranced around dusting. She was giggling at me, a boy in bridal lingerie prancing around with a feather duster dusting. It must have been hilarious, from her point of view. For me, it was infuriating! After several hours, I had the whole house dusted. Then she wanted me to wash her clothes. That took around three. After that, she asked me to iron her jeans so I did that. By now, it was around seven or eight in the evening.

She ordered a pizza. She requested someone called Angela to deliver the pizza. She looked at me and said, “We are having a friend over. After this, she shift will be over and we can have some fun together. Isn’t that every guys dream? Two cute girls.”

This should be fun. What could this girl do to me? She decided to watch television for a while and I change the channels. She decided to watch ‘in the line of fire’ with Gene Hackman. I didn’t even have time to watch ten minutes for all of her instructions. She didn’t either for a half hour later there was a knock on the door. I expected her to open the door, she looked at me and commanded, “You are the servant, open the goddamn door, slave.” I walked over to the door and open it. What I see was stunning.

There was a black woman that is stunning but she was again strong. She was holding a pizza box and a large gym bag. She smiled at me and said, “You are a cute one. You must be Kelly slave, huh. What fun are we going to have tonight? my shift is over. “

“What are you going to do to me,” I cracked out.

Donna was smiling at this sight. They sit together and eat the pizza. Donna had several peaces and Angela gave me a peace also. After they ate, Angela got her bag and took a rather large dildo out. She showed it to me. She said, “This ones very special. I ordered it special it was quiet expensive. You will see what is so special about it soon. Now go to Kelly’s room and wait for us. We need to dress up for our fun.”

I went to her room solemnly. What horrors would be inflicted on me this time? Several minutes later, the two girls came back in. That was terrifying. They were both dressed in black tight leather. They both looked the part of a man hating, dominant women. I was really going to get hurt this time. Angle came up to me and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over but was still on my feet. Then angle put her knee behind my knee and put her hand on my shoulder then viciously pushed me on my back. After that, Angela put her knee on my chest and started slapping my face over and over. I started crying in pain until she stopped. Then she gripped my balls in a tight grip. She moved her face close to my face and said with menace, “Now you arrogant little shit, you will suck on this dildo with no question and eagerly, or you will loose these, understand.”

What did she know that in a few years those will be useless. Like a smart-ass I said, “Yes, mistress. I am on hormones so those will be useless anyway. I really want to be a female.”

“A little smart-ass. You do have a point with the chemical reaction from the female hormones you will be chemically castrated. It would still be quite painful to have it done my way. You should think about that.” she looked at me a little nicer after that. She put her hand on my cheek, looked into my eyes and said, “You are telling the truth aren’t you, you do want to be a girl. How cute.” She leaned over to me and gave me a deep kiss. Then she said commanding, “You have had your fun not we need to have our fun, right Kelly.”

Kelly said, “Right, what is first Angela.”

Angela said, “Dildo sucking, Sandra said that he really needs to learn how to do that soon. Lets teach him with this.”

My face turned green at that thought and the blood ran from my face. What were my sisters plan for me. Even those boys didn’t make me suck. I had a feeling that soon I would be really doing this. Angela strapped on the dildo. It hung like the real thing. She walked over to me and said, now get sucking. you know the deal. Get to it.”

Knowing that I had no option, I knelt in front of her and put the limp thing in my mouth. After several seconds of licking and sucking, it grew in my mouth.

I almost let my instinct of revulsion take over and pulled my head away. I didn’t and continued. It grew and grew until it was around eight inches. She said, “That right, this is about as close to the real thing as you can get.” After several more seconds she said, “You can do better than that.” She put her hands on both sides of my head and bobbed it back and fourth along the dildo. She said, “That right, bob that head you little girl.” She removed her hands and I needed no more instruction. She did command me to slow down. She wanted a humiliating and slow blowjob. I was accommodating her. After ten minutes, she shuttered and moaned. She said, “you swallow all of this or I will kick your ass.”

Then she grabbed the balls of the thing and squeezed. My mouth was filled with something gross slime. I swallowed it all. She still wasn’t done. She forced me to do this again. After close to 40 minutes, three ejaculations, and four organisms from her, she was spent. She was done. By then, I was sick and sour. My mouth was aching and I was light headed.

Kelly said, “You can have a few minutes and I want my turn.” my eyes went wide and I gasped. Several minutes of gasping and getting my breath back, Kelly wanted her turn. She was standing over me with the ugly thing. I knew what to do so I put the thing into my mouth and started sucking and bobbing my head along it. 30 minutes later, two ejaculations and three orgasms, she was spent. I was dead tired. They laid back and talked about my dildosucking skills and how I could improve. What she said next brought terror to me, “Now its going somewhere else little one, we are tired so we will give you about ten minutes to prepare for your sex.” Sex they call it. Its not sex. I am not going to argue with them about it for they know it’s not consensual.

She approached me and told me to lie on my back. Angela reached between my legs opened the teddy so she could have access. I was lying on my back with my feet up in the air and Angela driving her dildo into me with all of the viciousness she could. It was well lubed and didn’t hurt much. It was still the most violating feeling. She too was staring into my eyes and I was staring back with more intensity than hers. After what I just suffered, one would think that my fight left me, think again. I would never give up. After 10 minutes, she slowed to a humiliatingly seductive rhythm. That was when I exploded. She giggled at that. Then she reached down and dipped her finger in the gue then put her finger into my mouth. The rolled her finger across my tongue and lips. She smiled at me. I smiled back darkly. After close to an hour her dildo squirted into me then she withdrawn from me. With her back turned I let out a sob and Kelly took her place. She spent close to thirty minutes inside me. Then she squirted into me and withdrawal. Then they left and shut the door.

With no one watching, I stood up and my hind end leaked. I exploded with anger. I shook my fist in the air and raged, “We must crush this vermin, and we must wipe this plague from this nation. There is no worse tyranny than this. This is the epitome of the public and secret disgrace. They rape our children and kill us all. They will not rest until they had mobilized the whole world against me. They are a parasitic race.” Then I scream loudly, “I will triumph you parasitic vermin.” I knew for a fact that this room was soundproof. I raged for ten minutes. I thought that they were going to bed.

I was utterly humiliated. This was worse than those jocks. The jocks were amateurs and just wanted to get off. They didn’t last long inside me. Paul lasted five minutes. These girls wanted to humiliate me and were good at it. They also got off. These girls were experts in humiliating people. I was humiliated and was sobbing and weeping. I quickly got control again and lay back praying that it was all done. What could possibly be next? Kelly came back and said, “You need to wash that teddy sense you came on it. It is quite expensive and I don’t want it ruined.” I put it in the washer with a bag. Then I turned the washer to light and turned it on. I waited while they gave me a two piece satin blue camisole. I put them on and sat down. When the teddy was done washing, I hung them up and went back to bed. Then Donna slept in my room. There was still no escape. After an hour Angela came in the room, had one last time raping me with the dildo, then she laid beside me and slept. I slept beside my rapist all night.

The next morning, Angela took off her panties. She sat on my chest. She moved up my chest until her crotch was on my mouth. She told me to lick her. After that she cut off my air and I started licking. I was in panic. I couldn’t breath. Occasionally she would lift up just enough to get a breath. That went on for around ten minutes then she squirted all over my face. Then she walked away. She strapped on her dildo and walked to my again. She raped me just like before, staring into my eyes. That time I cried. She did that for over an hour with her humiliating slow seductive rhythm. Then Kelly does the same thing. Next, they gave me some lingerie to where for Alexandra’s appearance when she would take me home. I was dressed A white lacy garter belt and stockings, Panties and a bra along with gloves. I looked like a bride without the wedding dress. All of the lingerie was victories secret bridal lingerie. I knew because they showed me. Then there was a knock on the door and I answered. Donna had my maid apparel.

As expected, Alexandra was there with all of my sisters. They all busted out laughing at my appearance. Then Kelly said, “He was the best time I ever had. We had so much fun. He can keep what he has on.” She had to have been giving me several hundred dollars worth of lingerie. I guess that I ‘earned’ it. They put a coat on me to hide my appearance to the neighbors and we went home. Sandra said, “ We should have him work in that some days.”

I said, “No, this stuff is expensive.”

“She’s right, we did buy you more stuff. You have an Arab princess outfit that is priceless. You have a few adorable cheerleading outfits. You even have a geisha outfit that you can wear. You can wear the geisha uniform or your maids’ uniform, it’s your choice which serving girl you want to be. You are officially the maid. You will not be paid and you will serve as long as your sister wants,” Alexandra said. Tell me something that I don’t know.

As we were going home, Sandra was laughing at me. She was making fun about what Kelly did to me. Then I got it. She knew what Kelly would do to me and she set it all up. She said, “How did you like Kelly, you and her would make a good couple.” at that statement I sent her a very icy star. Her condescending smile vanished and she said, “You better stop those looks or I will have to do something about then. I will call Kelly to visit you.”

Amber, having a green eye said, “No, I will visit him. Kelly is not to visit him any more. I will have sex with him. Is that clear.”

Sandra yelled with glee. I groaned. I was sore from all of that.

We went home and I spent around six hours cleaning the house. I vacuumed, scrubbed and washed the clothes. Then I made dinner and ate. Then I bathed and ran Sandra’s bath. When she was done, I washed her hair and dried it. After that, I went to bed. That night I had my first of many visits from Amber. She raped me like Angela, she sat on my chest and forced me to lick her than she lifted my legs and drove into me. After thirty minutes she was done. She hurt a lot. When she was leaving she said, “ I did you good. You are a mess down there. Try not to bleed all over the bed.”

When she left I just let out a sigh. I wasn’t going to cry or sob, no matter what.

A week later while doing dishes I begged, “please Alexandra Donna hates me more than Sandra does.”

“I think you'll find Donna's really easy to get along with. You just do everything she tells you to, and you'll get along with her just fine. And there's a lot you can learn from her, Michelle," Alexandra said.

“Alexandra, they beat me. They raped me. I can’t do this anymore. Make them leave me alone, even Sandra’s boyfriend leered at me,” I pleaded.

"Now there's the problem. You still haven't accepted your new life, and that's only going to make things harder on yourself." That statement would haunt them.

Five years later.

What I learned about the eternal ones was horrifying. They were created round 1100 during the crusades. They were an elite military order of female knights that sat off to conquer the Islamic lands. They were female supremacist and can have both male and female members. They were disappointed by the males defeat in the first crusade and just know that in they were in charge, the outcome would have been different. It wasn’t and they blamed their defeat on men. The eternal women were a special group of the eternal ones. The Eternal Women were a militant group of warriors and terrorists. They weren’t Catholic or Christian in any way. From that background, they have sturdily grown in power. During the forties, they made fun of the Jews because the Jews were taking the blame for their actions. By this time, they own most of the banks, businesses. They were everywhere and their plan was almost complete. They have around thirty million members in America and around fifteen million members in Europe. They were ruthless and they organized my suffering. They were the real enemy and they would pay.

Alexandra was forced to hire a financial adviser because she was driving her company into the ground. She had no idea what she was doing. For the first six months, she spent immense sums of money trying to build a passenger aircraft that would compete with Boeings 747. Her company didn’t have the tools to build that large of aircraft. She had to buy a larger factory and supplies as well as machinery. She was also doing it all at once and driving her stock into the dirt. Her gross margin stank. Her current ratio was less than 1. Her acid test ratio was around 20 percent. If her liabilities were called in, she would be able to cover only twenty percent of them. A meeting for the stockholders was called. Her stockholders were about to pull out and gave her an ultimatum. Either get help from an adviser and quit her attempt to compete in the large airline market or they would leave her. She hired an adviser and took his advice.

Groves Aviation was built on small private pleasure aircraft. She has several small designs that sold well and made her fortune. She had designs that looked like the Cessna. She had a two seater she called the groves 100. She had a six seater she called the groves 500. When she died, our family had over 2 hundred million dollars. Her company had almost a billion dollars in assets. Her oil company was also doing great.

By now, I towered over my sisters by six inches and I was three times as strong. By body was conditioned to the point that I could crush Sandra or Alexandra. I rivaled Donna in strength. Everyone knew it too. Those years were very hard and humiliating. I spent all day bond. I wore the mini-dress with the slave collar, wrist cuffs. Ankle cuffs and I was almost always gagged. They didn’t like for me to speak. So despite my increasing strength I was helpless. By the third year, I met Mary and she took pity on me. She would take me out of the house around twice a week. Sandra didn’t like that but Mary told her tough shit. She knew the secret and Sandra let her take me. We had a good time. Her father really liked me and taught me a lot.

Five years had passed and my life was almost a routine. I see Dianna twice a week. I am sixteen and how I have survived. I still have a lot of hope. When I was 14 Sandra hooked up with Craig. He was the traditional large barrow chested high school athlete. He was a first class asshole. My sister was infatuated with him. A week after they hooked up, I was forced to give him a blowjob. After that, he demanded frequent blowjobs, around once a week or he would leave Sandra. Sandra told me that she wouldn’t loose a boyfriend over me. When I first met Craig, he couldn’t believe that I was a slave. Sandra proved it by ordering me to crawl on the floor. Then she ordered me to go to my room and wait for him on my knees. I had been expecting this day to come for two years. While I was crawling, Craig was laughing his ass off. He was humiliating and condescending. He called me names and told me how much he liked having me around. He was an asshole.

Then there was Ryan. He was a small cute sweet but clueless boy. He was an innocent boy that was my age. His face was cute and he had a pageboy haircut. He was slim built. He was also emotional and fragile and I was forced to be his girlfriend for over a year. He was clueless that I didn’t really like him. My sister told me that if I hurt his feeling or reject him that I would die. So for over a year we had dates and I did anything he wanted. He was convinced that I was wild and liked to be tied up. Luckily, he was the only boy that I was forced to date. That was a test to see how obedient I was. I passed and things got a little easier. After the third year, I wasn’t beaten near as much.

My fourteenth birthday was a day I would never forget. I spent the previous day preparing with Donna. I was dressed as a maid when there was a knock on the door. I was instructed to open it. There was little Ryan and he took my to my room and we spent around thirty minutes petting each other. He seemed to be just about the only person who was sexually attracted to me. Why did the only person who was attracted to me have to be a boy? We embraced each other and kissed. Then he had sex with me and we kissed deeply. Then he left. I went downstairs with a frown and my lovely sisters asked what was wrong. I told her sourly that he was a boy. She assured me that there was going to be many women at my party.

The next day I was dressed in a see-through chemise and a stiff collar, ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs. After that, Donna made my face up really heavy. I looked like a hooker or a clown. I had a heavy layer of purple eye shadow and blush. I was blindfolded and hogtied. I spent hours lying on the floor. I could here many people eating, glasses hitting each other and talking. Hours later I was untied and led downstairs. There a chain was attached to my stiff collar. My hand was lock behind my neck to the collar. I was still blindfolded. Someone approached me and said, “This is going to be a day for you to remember brother. I heard talking and Donna said, “The girls will hit Michelle fourteen times. Her sister will go first then Andrea.” My sister undid the blindfold. I could see men that looked like servants and women in leather. I could see Sandra holding a video camera. That was good, this was all on tape and would doom them. There was twelve of each. Sandra said, “I get to hit you again.” when that was over, I was sobbing. Then Andrea shoved a buzzing dildo inside me. Sandra was smirking and giggling. My anger was enormous and I glared into the camera. Several of the men’s faces lost all of the blood at that look. They knew they were dealing with fire. The dumbass women didn’t have a clue. After that, I was secured in a kneeling position and one of the men sat in a chair in front of me. I was forced to blow all twelve of them with Sandra sitting beside me taping it all. She was smiling at me the whole time. That was what Sandra considered a birthday. I was fourteen. The next day amber and Craig watched the tape and Craig got so horny he forced me to blow him twice in a roll. All of my birthdays were alike. I learned to dread the coming of my birthday. For twenty eight years after I escaped, I didn’t celebrate my birthday. My thirty-eighth birthday would also be a day to remember, five hundred thousand men would march for four hours. It was strangely reminiscent of someone else’s fiftieth birthday.

By now no one would know I wasn’t a girl. I was happy about that. I loved this body. My sister told me the second year that I was a pathetic slut. I was worthless slut that could only be a whore. I thought that I was a damn good maid. Without me, they would have to hire one. My sisters were idiots.

After the first year, Amber would manipulate me into dates with boys. They would come into my room and I would have to blow them. They were of course clueless. There weren’t many boys, just a few a year. Back then I was afraid of what would happen if my cover were blown. By the second year, the dates stopped when I started terrifying the poor boys into just telling my sisters that we had a good time. Amber wasn’t raping me anymore, when my body started its real changes, Amber lost interest in hurting me. She still visits me but more as a friend. As far as I was concerned, Amber was anything but a friend. She would like to think differently as she visits and talks with me. The past five years were miserable. Things were about to change. I met Ernst. He was standing in the door. Sandra said, “take him up to your room.”

I said, “Yes mistress.” The boy looks at me strangely.

While we were walking upstairs the boy said, “You are Michelle aren’t you?”

I said, “Yes, who might you be.”

“I am Ernst.”

I stop dead in my tracks and look at him. I said, “You are Ernst, Ernst Roehm, Peggy Roehm’s son.”

He nodded and I said, “Holy cow. You are Ernst Roehm. What do you think about your name?”

“Kind of strange having the name of the Leader of the S A. My mother expects me to lead some kind of coup some day. I think she is a dumbass. My father is much better parent. That is why he got custody; she is unbalanced and was declared unfit. She named me after a dead brutish asshole. I hate that name. My father doesn’t want to go through the pain of changing it. When I am eighteen I will change it.”

That was his story. His mother probably taught him just about everything about Germany. I taught myself just about everything about Germany. Mine was for a different purpose. I wanted to serve my country and defend it. Now I didn’t care. I didn’t want to defend it anymore. Why would I want to save a country that does this? It doesn’t deserve to be defended. I will still serve it in the marines, not to save it but to destroy it from within. I wonder if he will fill the part of the old Roehm. Probably not, just because he has the name doesn’t mean he can fill the part. I said, “What do you intend to do to me?”

“Nothing, I am not a rapist. If you just want to talk, we can do that.”

I said, “Wonderful, I got a plan.” We got in the room and we sat on my bed. I said, “my sister has custody so there is nothing I can do. What are your plans for your future?”

“I don’t have a clue what I want.”

I said, “Have you thought about your mothers plan.”

“No way, a coup against our government what the hell.”

I said, “That is ridiculous isn’t it, you would find yourself fighting the mighty armored divisions, and whole armies backed with artillery and aircraft. That would be hopeless. I mean legally, with the support of the people with votes. Herman Goering said it all, make the people think they are under siege, tell them that they are under attack. Set up some excuse, like the fire. Blow something up. Tell the people who did it and that there is an emergency and we are their only hope. We must sound convincing. If we do it right, we will get votes. With my help, we will triumph.”

His eyes sparkled at my words. Darkly he said, “Imagine a world under your leadership.”

“No, imagine a world without them, a world free of their vermin. A pure and holy world. Free of the eternal women, the eternal ones. We will make it happen. We will disinfect our country of the eternal vermin,” I said.

He stood up and said, “You are wonderful, and I must go. I will tell Alexandra that we must meet again.”

I asked, “Wait, can you get your hands on a gun.”

“Absolutely, you want one.”

I said, “The time has come, yes and if possible, bring one for yourself.” Little did they know I was a great shot. I had been learning the past year with Mary’s father. She was one of the eternal women that they were thinking about giving me to when I was eighteen. She took pity on me and her father, who was a seal team leader for eight years, was teaching me how to shoot.

Ernst said, “I will have them tomorrow.”

He was gone. For the first time in years a viable way to escape had come. I must have patience. They will trust Ernst. I lay back in satisfaction. I knew that there were cameras watching me. I could see the little pin point holes in the ceiling and walls. They might have heard something but I made sure our conversation wasn’t heard. They didn’t have a clue.

After doing a whole day of housework, Ernst and me were in my room. He had just given me a 38 caliber handgun and he had a 22. We loaded the weapons and I wondered if they were looking. I made damn sure that we were out of the sight of the pinhole cameras. I crouched down and sneaked to the steps. I saw Sandra and Donna talking with Amber. I screamed, “How does it feel to know that you are about to die.” I raised up with the weapon pointed at Donna.

Donna sneers, “I bet the little sissy doesn’t even know how to use that thing.” She approached me. Then I discharged a round into her kneecap. She went down screaming in pain.

Then I said, “Ernst, take the prisoners downstairs now. I will gather the evidence and will be down in a second.” He herded them downstairs and I went into their room and gathered all of the videos of my parties, rapes, blowjobs and torture I went into the living room, got a chair and broke a leg off it. Then I walk down to the basement and I saw all of my tormentors chained up along the wall.

I said with pomposity, “how does it feel to be the one chained up.” I saw Sandra, Alexandra, Andrea who was Alexandra’s girlfriend and she hated me. I also saw Donna with a blown out kneecap. I treated it so she stopped bleeding. Beating the hell out of them may be forgiven when the videos were viewed. A death might not.

I looked at Sandra with absolute hatred. I slapped the makeshift baton in the other hand and walk toward Sandra. I brought face close to Sandra’s face until our faces were inches apart. I said dripping with menace, “how do you feel big sis, who was so protective and considerate toward me. You are about to feel just how nice you were, there will be no payback for you.”

She said quivering, “y you are going to kill me.”

I said, “No, I have better plans for you. I am just going to beat the shit out of you. You will live a long life filled with misery. Now lets start.” I raised the baton up and brought it smashing into the side of her face. I brought the baton across the other side. After that, I struck her across the face several more times. I realized that if I wanted her to live I had better find a better place to hit her. I unchained her and moved her to the center of the room. Then I chained her up with her hands above her head. Five years of abuse exploded. I got the cat and struck her over twenty times.

When I was done with Donna, she will never walk again. I spend the next two hours torturing them all. It ended it with me crippling Donna. Donna was out of the domme business. I walk upstairs and call 911 and said; “I have five prisoners at gunpoint. They have held me in enslavement. They tortured and raped me for the past five years. There is evidence of that. I want assurances that they will not face prosecution. I don’t care about myself. I wont go to prison. I will never be in captivity again and I mean that. I have a gun.” Then I hung up.

In twenty minutes, the house was surrounded. Someone said on a bullhorn, “I am lieutenant white. Who is in charge here?”

I had my sister and held her in the window. I said, “I am Michelle Groves. This is my sister and she has had me in enslavement and torture for five years. I just want to leave and put this behind me.”

He said, “Then surrender your gun and come out.” Fat chance.

I said, “I want someone to watch a video first.” Before anything happens I want to be sure that, they all know what this was all about. He refused while I was still armed. I had an idea. I put the CD in the machine. I played it. I was on the TV set being raped. Then in full view of the police I dropped the gun and laid down flat with my arms spread. Four police busted in and took me into custody.

Then one of the police said, “son of a bitch, that is you, I am so sorry about this but we have procedures. Where are the …‘hostages’?” He said that like he didn’t conceder them hostages anymore. My hostages had lost all sympathy

They were arrested and I stammered, “I don’t want them arrested, I wont testify. He said, “You probably wont have to as these are all of the evidence we need.

. I spent several hours at the station when I was told that I was free to go. I asked why, I did hold people at gunpoint. I was told that it was a means of escape and besides, their crime was much worse than mine. The DA was more interested in prosecuting them then me. I told him that I wanted to speak with the DA. It was agreed.

Once I was face to face with the little man I went on the offensive. I got in his face and raged, “you wont prosecute them, this matter is over.” after several hours he was convinced even through he was giving up an easy prosecution. I was convincing. I did have a power.

I filed a civil suite against Alexandra and she settled for 30 million dollars. I lived with a nice man and his daughter for the next two years. She was a cheerleader and I joined her squad. Her father was a retired seal captain. I was getting treatment and recovering from the abuse I suffered. What no one knew was there wasn’t any treatment possible. I was filled with rage and anger and nothing short of the lord himself extinguishing it would be enough. I wanted vengeance and to make sure that children would be protected.

I wasn’t by any means finished. I had my own idea how to make them pay and in prison, they were a lot less accessible. There crimes will be repaid in full. They destroyed my childhood. I will never get it back. My first 12 years were filled with happiness and love. My next five were filled with loneliness, despair and pain. My next twenty would be filled with discipline and drive fueled with rage and indignation.

My sisters wanted a submissive slutty sister. They will get a fuehrer. I knew my destiny. The power they wielded didn’t even come close to my potential. Their ambition was to rule the life of a child. My ambition would be much greater. The worst of it all was that they had no idea who they were dealing with. They would know soon enough.

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