Revenge

By Julia

Chapter 1

(note from the author. This story will have intense situations, and extreme brutality. It will also have some sexual situations, but not much. That isnt my style. )

A young and embittered woman is out for revenge against the family that betrayed and abused her. This is intended to be a long tale. I just hope I can make it not cliche or stupid

Ron was sitting on his bar stool drinking from his glass. He had just finished his shift that he hated. He had lifted those heavy boxes at the warehouse for the past five years. He had a masters degree in accounting and a license but this was all he could do now. And he had hoped to move up, but it wasnt happening. He was almost thirty now. So, he came here and drank most fridays. He sat there wondering where he went wrong with his life.

A young attractive woman slid in beside him as he was deep in thought. It almost startled him, it had been a while since a woman approached him. He look at her darkened face. “Hi, there,” She said to him. “I hope I am not disturbing you.”

He shook his head, “Not at all.” And he took another large swallow.

“Good,” she said evenly and ask for a tall glass of what ever he had, Then she took a small sip of what was in her glass. “You look like you needed someone”

“Thanks,” He said, as he looked into her face. “I am Ron, By the way.”

“Michelle,” She replied. As she took his hand. “You look like something is bothering you. Do you care to talk about it?”

He shook his head, “Not really. There isnt anything I can do about it. Its just my job. Can you tell me about yourself, Michelle.”

She took another drink. Then said, “I am Michelle. Im twenty four and my boyfriend just broke up with me for a hot blonde that isnt twenty yet. I needed someone tonight.”

“Do you want to go to my place tonight,” He asked, hoping.

She nodded, standing upp and getting her purse.. “Sure, lets go.”

He payed the bartender and lead her out the door. They walked to the back of the parkinglot where his truck was. Then he stoped staring at the two very large men in his way, standing in front of his truck.
“Do we have a problem?” He asked feeling cold. He didnt like his chances against these two men. “I need to go to my car.”

“Not with her, you wont,” The man with a large beard on the right said to him. Then they approched him. “She doesnt look like she can go anywhere the way she is staggering. Is that how you do things.” Then he shoved Ron hard and he staggered back and fell on the pavement.

The other man approched from the side and yanked Ron up, then elbowed his face. He cried out.

Just then, in the a lone woman walked up approching them from the darkness. She seemed to be wearing all black as she walked up to him with a smile. “Hi Michelle,” She said as she took her hand.
She looked at Rons face, blood was dripping from his split lip. “What is this all about.”

“This is about you, Ron. What would your wife think of you taking this woman out for the night. What about your daughter, a sick man like you with a daughter. Its unhinkable.” She spit out. The sound of her voice made him very afraid. It was cold, she sounded like the most hateful cruel woman he ever heard. The look in her eyes was even worse. “Teach this pig a lesson.”

The men held Ron as the mysterious woman was by his side. She pulled his face down across the hood of his truck. Then suddenly he felt something cold press against the back of his neck. It a tube of cold iron. He knew exactly what she had. Then she heard it click and he froz in terror.

“We need to have a long talk, My brother!” A flash of pain shot through the back of his head in a sickening thud. His vision darkened as he went slack. She had struck him on the back of his head with the gun she was holding on him.

He had totally blacked out.

The first thing he noticed when he slowly began to awaken was the intense throbbing pain that was centered in the back of his head and shot out in pulsing waves through out his entire head and into his neck. He slowly opened his eyes and squinted at the light that caused him further pain. He couldnt make out much, everything was so blurry but his vision slowly cleared where he could start to make out three or four figures sitting on chairs talking to eachother. The room was well lit.

The next thing he realized was that he was body couldnt move. He was immobile. As he became aware, he noticed that he was restrained to a chair. His vision was clear and he looked down to see he was strapped to some sort of humiliating pink heart shapped styling chair. His arms and legs were strapped tight with brown leather straps. He looked around the bare room. It seems he was restrained in some bare room with concrete walls, and a solid floor. Where ever this was.

He made out the woman the in the center, glaring at him. That look was the most intimidating of all. It was total hate. The men who had captured and hit him were there with her.

He looked at her and determined that he was not going to cower before these people, who ever they were. “Okay,” Bitch,” he arrogantly shouted at her. “You got me so what do you want to now? I cant stop you, so what do you indeed, bitch?” “Kill me?”

“Yes!” The woman simply replied. “Absolutely. Thats exactly what I intend to do, unless you convince me not to. I hope you dont.” She smirked at him.

That was not what he expected. Ron replied in a more wary tone, laced with fear. “What about my wife, and my daughter, what will they do? Think about that.”

The woman replied. “I will find where they live. They will also pay for what you did to me?”

He struggled helplessly. “What is this about! I didn't do a thing to anyone. And what did my family do?”

“You should have considered their future before you did what you did to me. You know what you did?”

“Who the fuck are you!” Ron screamed in rage. “I have no idea what this is about!”

This had gone on long enough. She was really angry now, and he could tell it. She stood up. “I hoped this would be easy, Ron but you are playing stupid. You fucking know what you did. My name is Alice. I am your sister, You remember what you did to me.”

He shook his head, “My sisters name is Karen. She is my only sister, there is no Alice. What are you talking about.”

Another flash of pain shot through his head as he rocked back from a vicious blow. Few women were as strong as this person was. She has obviously had much training. His head rocked again and he cried out. Then she sighed. “You want to do it the hard way. Fine. Lets talk alone.

She approched the chair and unstrapped his arms and legs. Then she told her guards to leave them alone. But she warned him, “dont try anything stupid, Ron. I can handle you now, unlike when we were kids. Bring in the stuff, Bruce.”

The large man left and returned with a large box, the other man brought in a flat screen and a DVD player. Then they turned and walked out.

“You know what you did to me, Ron. I know you have tried to hide it, and convinced everyone that you are an upstanding citizen who would never do anything. I also know that my sister has connections and erased me from all of the files. Thanks for that. Now, lets have a look shall we.

She placed a DVD into the player and started it. Ron had sat down. His greatest fear appeared on the large screen TV. A boy was tightly bond by his hands and feet. He was strugging across a womans lap as she rained countless blows across his bruised bottom. Then, she finished and he was picked up by Ron and layed across Karen's lap. His sister started raining blows across his bruised bottom. He was screaming into a gag.

“That woman was your girlfriend, Sandra, and you were there. And we all know that boy was me. I was only 12, Ron.” There were various other videos on the disk that became increasing feminine and humiliating as it showed the torment and abuse he suffered at their hands. They were unmistakable.
‘And, Take a look at these pictures you took of me. Most are old Polaroids, but we see me, enslaved in a maids dress. “

“All of my friends saw these, and they know what you did. It took quite a lot for me to convince Bruce not to kill you as soon as he saw you. What a sick man you are. Then you had me sold. You sent me to hell and you probably figured I would end up being killed. I have returned. They were all killed. We were released. And I came back.”

“Are you going to kill me?” Ron asked showing fear.

“You deserve it, but im going to give you an option.” She said. “We all know I can do anything I want to you now. With all of this evidence. I can easy destroy you. And your entire family. I can released them. Have you arrested, and humiliated. And I can assure you, you will be killed in prison. And what would happen to your wife, well she will leave you long before that, once she finds out.”

“Nooo?” He screamed, but the look in her eyes was clear.

“I have another option, something so much better. I want you to suffer the way you made me suffer. I know this man that wants a humiliated feminized man to play with. That man will become you. You will go with him and submit yourself to what ever he wants, and look any way he wants you to look.” Then She loudly called out, “James, we are ready.”

A very large and cruel man came through the door, looking at Ron. He shivered in disgust.

“If you do this, I promise to not go after your daughter or wife. I will make sure they are well looked after. Or, you will go to prison and die. What do you choose.”

What choice did he have. “Fine, I will go with James, and become his plaything. Will that make you happy Alice?”

“I am not Alice, I prefer to be called Aisha Lasloom. That has been my name for over a decade now. And, James wants a wife. You will be feminized by him, and married. Legally in the place he will take you. Are you sure.”

He slumpped in defeat, “Yes, I agree.”

James walked over and took Rons hand in his, Aisha then said, “Give him a kiss and take his engagement ring on your finger.”

James asked, “Ron, will you marry me.”

Ron replied, “Yes, then he kissed James, and James gripped Ron s head tight and shoved his tongue down Rons throat. He held him in an intense repulsive kiss for over twenty seconds. Then, Ron felt something penetrate his skin and he went slack in James Arms. He was carried out.

“I want to watch the wedding, James, tell me when it will be.”

Aisha goes down memory lane in her old house where it all began decades ago. She discusses her history and how she got here, then began making plans with her leader Berna on how to settle some old scores
She ends the chapter purging all of the memories

Aisha was standing in the living room of her old house. It now looked like it had not been inhabited for more than a decade. This place still held such horrific memories. She just wanted to visit the place one more time. Aisha remembered when they first moved to this enormous house with her family. She didn’t like this new place, but her father had got a large promotion and his job was here. She was only twelve. Her parents never made it here and in his will, he stated that to keep the family together, that leadership of the family and his inheritance went to his oldest brother Ron.

Flashback Allen is twelve years old standing in his own bedroom thinking about everything. This is where it all began. He was on his bed thinking about how unfair his life was at that time, how his parents died and how his siblings hated him. Then His sister came up here after a fight in the living room. She yanked his hair and forced him to apologize. Then she followed him there and beat him into submission and then duct taped up and left him there all night. This was where his horror started.

Allan wonders into the basement where his real horror horror began. He had a brief encounter with craig and he gets mad.Then they dragged him down here where Craig beat him up some more until he was willing to do anything to stop the beating. They briefly discuss forcing him to give Craig a blowjob but make a compromise to pose for pictures. So he has to strip nude and pose for pictures. She takes various humiliating nude photos of him until he agrees to wear lingerie so he isn't nude anymore. It proceeds from there to more humiliating feminine poses. He was thankful when it was over and he could leave. Flashback ends

Aisha is standing in the main living room staring out of the window feeling overwhelmed with the memories flooding her mind. It actually causes her physical pain even thuogh the memories are decades old. They are as powerful in her mind as if they were happening in the present. She knelt on the floor feeling tears rolling down her face and she begins sobbing.

Flashback. Katherine broke up with Craig. Arcadia intervenes and causes Craig to knocked him out. He briefly remembers waking up to an argument between Katherine and Ron in which Katherine presses Ron to allow him to make him into a girl. Ron agrees, he tries to protest but its no use. It is agreed on. He is tied up and told to Wait for Sandra.

Sandra arrives and dresses him in a training bra, panties and nylons. Then she says they are all going to spank him. He tries to resist, but it happens. They all take turns viciously spanking him as hes tied up. End flashback

Aisha remembers that pain very well. She can still feel it on her bottom as the memories of that humiliation flood her present mind. The sorrow and sobbing slowly turn into a cold rage. The rage boils in her as she remembers the torment Allen endured at their hands. The innocent twelve year old boy named Allen.

Aisha is in her old bedroom. There is nothing there but old cobwebs and cracked walls. But the memories are so strong she can almost see it.

Flashback Then Katherine and Sandra take him to his bed, restrain him and blindfold him. He stays there all night. Katherine comes into the room in the morning to wake him up. Allen is taken to a hair salon totally dressed as a girl. He meets Jennifer who another friend of Sandra. Jennifer is a hair styliest and a dominant cruel woman. She does his long hair in a very feminine style. From there, they threaten to force him to date a large gay biker unless he agrees to completely submit to Katherine. He agrees to become Katherines slave. He agrees out of fear. End flashback.

Aisha rage is boiling into a white hot culdren by that time. She promises through her gritted teeth that she will punish Jennifer very seriously. She has long moved out of the area and started a family. That mall has shut down about ten years ago. There’s very little of it left.

Flashback Aisha walks outside to see the pool. Its empty and hasn't been used in over a decade. The memories of her suffering are so strong. She remembers Allen being tied up next to the pool in a bikini, sunning himself and getting a bikini tan.

Later that night, She was taken to her bedroom and tied down. Aisha utter humiliation and horror. Then hes tied up up in his bedroom and told they broke up because she didn’t make him suck Craig off. That would have to be rectified and he does the humiliating thing. To avoid really being hurt. It was one of the most disgusting things he had experienced up to that point. He burst into sobs as he was tied to his bed and left there with the taste and semen on his face all night.

The next morning, Katherine informs him that he will become Katherine’s sissy slave. Not that it hasn't already been made clear, but the restrains she was holding made it very clear. Allen had enough and remembers turning things around, cuffing Katherine and beating her. Ron intervenes and cuffs Him. That was unacceptable. Allen is secured tightly to his bed and left there. End flashback.

Aishas mind is overwhelmed with even more painful and vivid flashbacks of such horror of what her life was about to become after that event, being twelve year old Allen. Or as she was about to become, an enslaved girl Alicia. She collapsed toward the floor again. Her entire body heaving with powerful uncontrollable sobs. Her face becomes a mess of tears.

His brother Ron undid the cuffs that secured him to his bed and took him out to the living room. He left crypt messages that there was someone who was going to take care of him now. That was when he came face to face with a massive woman standing at six feet tall. She was broad shoulders, and he saw large muscles running down her arms and on her chest and legs. This woman looked like she could be a linebacker on a football team. She said she was Donna and that she was hired to teach Him. Then she put a black satin dress over his head and an apron and informed him that he was going to become a sissy slave maid. He turned to his brother begging only to feel a powerful slap across his head that distorted his entire vision and threatened to cause him to collapse into darkness. Donna shouted never to turn his back on him. She talked about curtsying as a slave, and then they discussed his name. He could no longer be Allen. They agreed on Alicia

From there, he was given to Katherine who taught him how to walk like a girl in heels, swaying his hips and being punished when he failed.

Then his days become a daily grind of being whipped by Donna for any reason, and doing endless housework, dishes, vacuuming dusting, washing their clothes and being taunted and humiliated by Katherine and their friends. His days locked indoors only being disrupted by visits by craig to get a blowjob. Or his days with a local boy for actual sex, Jeremy got to actually penetrate him as a girl. Allen, now Alicia got no say. It was punishment for beating her. His life had become such a nightmare at only twelve years old that there were many times he considered committing suicide. Jumping out of the window. Cutting himself with one of the kitchen knives. He never did it because he knew he wold get away from them sometime. And when he did, he promised to return. When he returned, hell would follow him. End Flashback

Aisha was still sobbing on the floor of her old living room where she was enslaved to her family that was supposed to protect her. Her father wrongly thought that Ron was a good guy who could handle the responsibility of caring for him and his sister. Ron couldn’t handle it. He was not equipped to stand up to Katherine dominant personality. Especially with his girlfriend fully behind Katherine against Allen. He was cowed and backed down giving them full control over his life. She slowly regained control over her emotions and stood up. She needed the one she loved and gave Bernia a desperate call for help. Her lover heard the desperation in her voice and came as quick as she could.

Bernia came and embraced Aisha on the floor of the dark living room. Holding her tight. Aisha feel for her from the first time she laid eyes on the woman. Berna was such a fierce woman. She was the leader of her tribe and she rescued Aisha. Aisha was stunned when her home erupted in war. Bernas raiders burst in and rescued all of the captives and executed the men holding him. Aisha was the mans unwilling wife and had been kept there for over four years somewhere in southern Iraq. Berna and a militant tribe of Fatimid's launched a raid there and rescued them.

The road there was long and hard, Aisha was adopted as a member of their tribe and they learned her full story. She willingly fought alongside her new tribe and did what she could to help them. Aisha wanted to preserve her adopted family. They often fought the government forces for independence. They fought the Islamic state that tried to take control of their region of the country. Being a member of the Fatimid tribe often meant constant fighting and war. It was better than being some powerful mans sex slave. Alice fell desperately for Berna and she returned Alice’s affections.

“I cant wait to see Ron fully feminized and married to Jonny. Are you sure he deserves it, Aisha?” Bernia inquired doubtfully. “From what you said, he didn’t do much at all to you.”

“Thats what makes him so guilty.” Aisha said acidly. “He was responsible as being made head of the family and in charge. He was made responsible for Alicias welfare and protection. He did nothing to protect Her, me. He didn’t want to confront my sister or his girlfriend, who had it out for me. He stepped aside and allowed those women to crush that innocent boy. That has to have to cost. I want him to experience what happened to me.”

That made sense. Berna loved Aisha with everything she had. Aisha was such a special woman. but Aisha wasn’t really a woman at all. Not that it mattered anymore. Fate and a hard life transformed her body against her will and this was the life she was fated for. She never considered how that rescue would impact them so much. They rescued many captives and did what they could to integrate them into their tribe. Many of the captives they rescued couldn’t become fighters, so they were sent to safer areas, or moved into the cities where there were resources to help them. Aisha was fated to be a fighter. That was her path, and she was great at it. Aisha was as fierce as any man. She took up the gun and gladly fought for her adopted tribe. Berna had no idea how good Aisha would be. Aisha slowly took charge of military operations. The tribe slowly began to realize her brilliance in leading military campaigns. Aisha had a brilliant tactical mind and was always focused on the end goal of total liberation and their own statehood. She lead the tribe though the worst disasters and double crosses to achieve resounding victory against all odds.

Aisha wanted to come back to the United States to settle some old scores. Berna gladly made the arrangements and moved back with the woman she loved. And here, they could legally and socially be married. There was no restrictions against two women showing affection and legally marrying. Even at home, since those two women held so much power within their society and their tribe, there was little opposition to them showing romantic affection toward eachother. But still, it was frowned upon and they figured they could only take it so far.

Two women showing affection for eachother was no problem in Los Angelis. They fully lived as two loving wives. “So Asiah,” Bernia said as her mind was thinking of their history together. “What will we do next? Whose next on our list?”

Aisha smiled. “Sandra. She was the dominatrix bitch that was dating Ron while I lived with them. They broke up and went their own ways decades ago. She still lives in the area with her submissive. She is part of the BDSM community here. It will be really easy to take her down. Their community has no idea what sick shit Sandra is involved in. She has targeted the young son of a man she is dating, just like she did me. She had targeted several boys for her fetish. All we need to do is expose it to the community, and the police. Then sit back and watch her get tried and sent to prison.”

Aisha smiled and then continued, “Jennifer. The hair stylist who is still Sandra’s friend. Who has done the hair for these victims for her. She will also be easy to take down. I just want them to know who did it. Then we have Arcadia and Cheryl. They were kids my age when it was all happening. I considered forgiving them since they were also children just like me. But no. They are still responsible for a lot of pain I suffered. Arcadia was a friend of my sister. She was a very sadistic girl who took a lot of pleasure in hurting me and my feminization at their hands. How ever, Arcadia lives in Chicago. She has a family now. She lives clean, she isn’t involved with that life anymore. She still has a price to pay. Cheryl how ever, was a cheerleader and a popular girl when I was first signed up as a girl. She found out, it wasn’t hard and exposed me to everyone, and spent the rest of the year tormenting me and she really loved watching Craig target me the way he did. And she loved inviting my so called boyfriend Jerremy to come by. I never understood what delight girls got with that?”

“What,” Bernia asked.

“seeing a dominant man target a submissive man.”

“Me either,” Bernia said. “That must be a thing for your society here.”

“Its not mine anymore,” Aisha protested. “I lived in your culture most of my adult life. We are only here for a little payback. Some long deserved payback. The difficulty will come with my sister Katherine. Mistress Katherine,” Aisha said with acid in her mouth. “As I had to call her. She is a federal prosecutor. A highly corrupt one. She has given many sweet deals to very nasty people. She slept with one pedophile, and he got let off for the rape of a boy. Another woman was let off, and we highly suspect she arranged that technicality that allowed the court to suppress that vital evidence that got her charged dropped. Three boys were abused. And the rumor was that Katherine was sleeping with that woman too. How ever, she is a federal district attorney. She has many powerful friends who are defending her and covering it all up. Taking her down will be very difficult. And when we do, I suspect we will all have large targets on our back. When she goes down, many other very powerful people will go down with her.”

Berna smiled. What many here didn’t know was how totally ruthless Aisha cruelly was. Only she knew that. Aisha was a cold blooded killer. She was as ruthless as they came. Aisha was a merciless force of nature when she set her mind to something. She saw that force at work in their tribe laughing raids on military depots or traffickers. She often wiped out everyone to rescue the captives. Even if they surrendered to her, they received a round in the head. Aisha had no mercy for traffickers at all. She had little mercy for enemy soldiers since most of them were just following orders of their commanders. But Aisha had witnessed the savagery of the government forces against her people. Aisha was enraged and her response was equally as savage. Her enemies here were about to find out how savage Aisha really was.

Aisha began talking on the phone to some of her people. Bernia listened carefully. She knew that Aisha was up to something big. It was huge and Alicia promised that this project would affect the balance of power in the world. It would liberate her people. She still had little idea what it was. It was very secret. She listened carefully.

“Are the new centrifuges operational?” Aisha asked.

“Have you increased mining the ore to the amount I set?” “Good,” Aisha said in totally fluent Fatimid speaking to the man she placed in charge.

“How are the ships, good, one operational. Are they being loaded with the new weapons?” Aisha asked. “Good, remember, the ships must be armed with the special weapons I designed. Each ship will have ten silos. The silos are to be armed with those weapons. And each weapon will have five MIRVs each. Five independent targetable devices each. That’s fifty full operational device that must be built for each ship. We want four more ships built and armed. Thats why I expanded mining and the centrifuges operations so massively. Each device should be between ten and twenty megatons each, they are fusion detonations. I expect it to be done in six months. This will insure our liberation. Even Bashar Assad wont bother us after our demonstration. No one must know until we are ready. We don’t want a Cuba type crises here.”

Their operations were conducted deep into the mountains and the new ships were being constructed under ground.

Bernia still didn’t know what Aisha was doing but she had enormous forces at work on something very secret. Aisha’s brilliance had allowed this. She on her own designed everything, and lead the entire operation for over a year. She knew so far, there were four enormous ships being constructed, and one was already completed, and being loaded with operational weapons. Three more were on the way.

Bernia looked at Aisha trying to figure out what was going on. “I figured out you are building big ships in the new hidden drydocks. Those ships must be massive. But, wont they just be big targets?”

Alshia said, “No. They are very silent, and they are submersible. They have new drive systems that are not detectable by any sonar system. Those are our strategic weapons. Our hunter killers are much more lethal to ships. They will defend our strategic submersibles.”

Aisha figured she would now piece it all together. Bernias mind was racing. Strategic submersible weapons, defended by hunter killers. The massive mining operations in the mountains, and enormous enrichment plants. Arming those big weapons with those devices. Suddenly, Bernia got it. Her eyes popped out wide with panic. “Oh no, Aisha, tell my you didn’t. When they find out, everyone will go apeshit on us. We will become the villains across the world. How could you?”

Aisha bolted up in rage. “We already are!” She yelled in english. “No one cares one IOTA about us, no one in the international community has ever lifted a finger for us. They are always bitching about the poor Palestinians. While our people have been subjected to countless genocides in the last fifteen years. We been gassed, government forces from Iraq to Turkey rounded up tens of thousands of our people, and executed them all and threw them into ditches. No one even rose a finger when the Islamic State occupied us and wiped out every Fatimid and many of the other tribes they could find. Who stood up for us, USA, EUROPEAN UNION. They talked a lot, but no real action to protect us. They all turned their back on us while we suffered. So, its up to us to defend ourself. We will never have the forces to combat the conventional forces of the major powers within our region. We need a bigger weapon to make them respect us. Something massive, deadly and bold. Its the only way we will ever be left alone. When we can destroy them. Yes they will be outraged, but who gives a fuck after what we suffered. Its time to even the game, when we finally enter the world as a nuclear armed superpower. Then, we will get their respect, and fear.”

Bernia sat down trembling.

“Now that thats out of the way, lets talk about our more immediate concerns, Sandra. I have a plan.”

Bernia shook herself out of her concerns and payed attention to Aisha. “What is your plan for Sandra?”

“Sandra is a dominatrix That has a fetish for feminized males and such. So we will join their club and I will be your submissive. You will introduce me as your sissy. And she may want to take me and you will allow it.?”

“What, what?” Bernia said blinking in confusion. “How can I introduce you as male You had the operation and lived female for a long time. She wont believe that.”

Aisha smiled. “For those with the experience, they can tell the difference. They know enough to know a surgical constructed vagina and a previous male body from that which is born as one. She will likely be able to see it in me. It wont be like your tribe. None of them believed me at first when I told him. Most were convinced, but I still think theres some there that think my story is bullshit. They cant believe I was ever male. Sandra will believe it, and think its hot. You convince her that you forced me.”

“DO you think theres a chance she will know its you? You, Allen from when you were young?”

“Not A chance.” Aisha smiled like a wolf hunting its prey. “She wont know until its too late.”

“So whats the point in all of this? Bernia asked. “Dont we have everything we need with your videos and ancient Polaroids of when you were young?

“I don’t think so,” Aisha said sadly. “I think what they did to me past the statute of limitations decades ago. Everything she did to me would be tossed out. It would sure affect her status among her friends. But we want to totally destroy her and send her to prison. So, I will be in her place and I will look around and see if she has kept anything there that I can use against her.”

“But, I will be sending you to her as her slave. She wont be letting you around her house to snoop,” Bernia pointed out. “She will keep a close eye on you, and likely have you secured or locked up.”

“Do you really think she can keep me locked up,” Aisha smiled. “Me, you know me now.|

Bernia smiled back. “Yes, just be careful. Theres always some surprised.”

“IM not a frightened teenager with no skills anymore. I know how to escape secure locations. I did it before. The Iraqis couldn't keep me. Assad couldn’t keep me. I even escaped from Edrogens prisons. Sandra may be lucky if she doesn't die in her sleep. I am very sure the temptation will be very strong just to strangle her where she stands. I just have to remember I want more than her simple death. I want her to go to prison. I want her to to see her world torn apart. I want her to see everything she loves be ripped away like it was ripped away from me.”

“If thats what you want,” Bernia asked. “Then why dont you send her to us.” She smiled. “I am sure theres many in our tribe that would love to get her hands on that bitch. They all know and adore you. You saved them and made them into a united people for the first time in more than a 1000 years. Since Salahudin united them. Send Sandra to them.”

“thats an idea if this fails.”

“And once you expose what she did to you to the public. I seriously doubt there will be anyone who gives a rats ass what you do, or where you send her.”

“I may still consider that,” Aisha says “but now, its time to purge all of the bad memories from this house of horrors. Lets go. I have one more thing to do.

Aisha took out a packet and pulled an iron rod out of its case. . Bernia watched as the rod turned white hot and smoke began filling the air.

Bernias eyes widen in horror. “Is that white phosphorous.” it begins burning the floor and the fire started spreading as they rush out of the house.

“Yes, it is. Now lets get out of here.” By that time, the house had became a raging inferno.

by Julia Michelle
Aisha deals with her past as she makes future plans for those that hurt her. Her plans continue to progress and I left a little easter egg in the beginning of the story and I wonder if anyone recognizes the name Leanne that helps male brides

Aisha watched her old house of horrors burn down within meer seconds. There wasn't much that could withstand the heat of White Phosphorous. Especially the average residential house. Once the rod started burning white hot, it spread so rapidly that within seconds, the house was an inferno burning hotter than the sun. Within a minute, it had burnt down to the ground and Aisha and her lover Bernia left. There wouldn’t be much for the investigators to find. They would probably determine it was intentional and likely find the chemical that caused it. But who did it, or why was something Aisha figured they would never find. Well now it was time to meet the guy who was set up to marry Ron.

Rons wife had divorced him once she found out the things he did as a young man. Now it was time to seal Rons fate for good.

The man, James called and wanted to see them.

They met James at his office. Another woman followed Aisha as they went into James’s office to see him sitting behind a rocky desk. They sat down and James greeted them.

“Ron is being very difficult. Not that I cant overcome it, but he really is being difficult and preventing me from feminizing him. I really don’t know how to do such things.” James said. “And I want it to be good. I want Ron to be sexy, appealing female to my eyes and ready for my love. But I don’t know how to do that and Ron wont comply.”

Aisha smiled. “I have just the solution to the problem. Here, beside me,” Aisha pointed out a stunningly beautiful and very serious looking woman behind her. The woman looked very serious, determined and beautiful. She wore a sexy short skirt, her face and hair were immaculately done. Almost everything was perfect. “This is Leanne Sterling. She had done a few Weddings like this before. Weddings with Reluctant male brides who resisted because they didnt want to be another mans bride. I think one wedding that Leanne did wasn’t consensual at all. That poor man didn’t even know until he was being dressed up and standing at the altar being married to some very powerful man.” Aisha laughed at the scene in her head.

James looked at Aisha, not sure about this. Aisha asked, “leanne, Please, tell this man about the weddings you have done in the past and how you can help him.”

Leanne spoke up. “I have done these things in the past. I Have led four male bride weddings to other men who hired me. Two were actually relatives. One was a gay man who was estranged from his family because of his lifestyle, So his family was paid to sign him into a marriage to another powerful man George Hastings for compensation. Johns siblings started living the high life. He was renamed John Hastings and the other male bride was George’s son Martin. He never met John before but John was his step father and signed the forms sealing Martins fate. None of them were willing in any way. We had to use brute force, fear and punishments when they refused Getting them to accept their fate is a real struggle. The men they were married to were very powerful men who has the resources to pay me, and hire the help that I would need to force them though the process of acceptance. I am a makeup artiest and stylist who is an expert at this, and I can hand out the punishments for non compliance.”

James asked, “But you said they didn’t consent, did they?”

“No,” Leanne said. “Members of their family did. Thats what we need where we come from. If we can take Ron there, with Aisha signing for him, his fate will be sealed and it will be legal, and he wont be able to escape.”

James smiled, Aisha smiled even further. But he had to ask. “How are those men now?”

Leanne shrugged. “They got free. Their husbands both died, That freed them and leaving them with a huge fortune. The Baron died in a crash that many of us think was arranged by Martins friends. Martins father George, was very old. That let John get free to seek vengeance against the mans son. It is twisted, but that’s how it often works. Aisha here wants vengeance against her brother who forced her to change. Serves Ron right.”

“So,” Aisha asked. “How would you like to become a powerful man in this country, and marry a feminized sexy Ron. I would love to attend.”

“lets make it happen!” James said smirking.

“Good. Lets arrange to have Ron transported to this place. I will make you an incredibly powerful and rich man there. I already had Leanne help arrange a place for you to stay and train Ron. The Wedding Venue is arranged. Lets go. You will become a Baron. I will be going there to watch the wedding.”

Aisha and her lover Bernia went back to their place and cuddled for a few long hours.

Then Bernia proped herself up on her elbow and looked down at Aisha who had her eyes shut in total bliss feeling the love of Bernies embrace. “Aisha,” Bernia said seriously, “We need to talk. I am very concerned about your plan for Sandra. I really don’t like it at all.”

“Do you think it wont work?” Aisha asked. “Me going to her as her sissy slave to snoop around. I admit its risky but I think I can manage.

Bernia shook her head. “I don’t think so. There’s one thing you haven’t considered and that’s your own state of mind. Your history with Sandra, to walk right back into her power to place yourself at her feet. I fear it may be too much for you to handle. Even if your plan is to put yourself in control. You will still have to be in her power at first and I am afraid it would destroy you.”

Aisha hung her head. “You may be right, but I really dont see any other way to get what we want. I have to risk it and hope I dont break down. I doubt I will.”

“You will be there alone,” Bernia said. “And you know what you will have to do, and what you will wear tomorrow when we meet them all. Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, did you get the dress for me, and the cuffs?”

“Yes,” Bernia said sadly. “Please reconsider this.”

“Bernia,” Aisha said with fire in her eyes. “This is the only way. And I guarantee, they will pay for it. This will insure they pay for their cruelty with everything they are. Have faith.”

Then they held eachother for the rest of the night.

The next morning was very strange for both of them. While Bernia dressed herself in solid black leather outfits with spike stiletto boots and a mean looking corset clincher.

Aisha showered and then put on some very dainty pink lace panty and bra combo followed by a black satin maids outfit with white ruffles and lace trim. Then she put on a collar around her neck and some black padded wrists cuffs linked by a chain. She looked servile enough next to Bernia. She could tell Bernia hated this and her face was full of extreme concern for her.

Then it was time to go. Bernie walked Aisha to the car and they took off to the meeting. It was more of a luncheon and conference to meet the other Dominatrixes and the submissives served them meals and basically did as they were told while the Dommes got to know eachother.

This would be a new experience for Bernia, not so much for Aisha. Bernia took Aisha into the place and hoped they would accept her. She had called in last night and signed them in for the luncheon and conference. Aisha was signed into the kitchen duty serving them drinks and meals. She was sure to be well seen in her outfit. Other submissives was put on cleaning duty or made to just pose in the corner. Aisha would have to walk around, meet the mistresses and take their orders.

They walked in the building and were greeted by a woman tall woman dressed similarly like Bernia. She lookeda little younger than Bernia was and introduced herself as Melinda and she led this conference.

She looked down at Aisha with a dismissive scow on her face as if Aisha didn’t mattered. She reached out and gripped Aishas chin and lifted the womans face up to look down. “You are the Sissy Aisha?” Melinda said.

Aisha nodded. “From your dress and those cuffs. Victoria is in charge of the serving girls, she will take you into the Kitchen and show you your duties. Bernia will follow me and meet the other mistresses here.

Another woman who looked darker than most of the others took Aisha into the Kitchen where she saw others taking trays around and doing what they were told. Some of the women there looked like natural woman, but she knew that some of the submissive were born female subs, others were sissys like her and it was reasonably simple to tell the difference. Some of the sissies had obvious male features, even some of the transformed sissies like she was.

Victoria pulled Aisha up. “You need to learn the rules. You do what I, or any other mistress tells you without question. You don’t speak or even look at them in the face. You look down and follow directions. You curtsy to the mistress when she addresses you. At any other time, you remain silent and do what we tell you here. Your job is to go to the table, pass them drinks and food, and wait for further instructions and we will keep you busy. Right now, we are preparing the kitchen. The cooks are preparing the meals and the drinks. You follow their directions too. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Aisha said and then she was slapped. Aisha had to fight her natural response to react to the violence. She looked down and remained passive. “You address us as Mistress.. I am Mistress Victoria. You have permission to use my name. Don’t do that unless they give you permission. Otherwise, just address them as Mistresss.”

“Yes, Mistress, I apologize,” Aisha swallowed her pride. May I ask a question?”

“Yes,” Victoria said.

“are some of the serving girls natural women?”

“Some are,” Victoria said. “Some of them like being submissive to dominant women. And others are sissies like you. Have you had the operation?” Victoria asked

“Yes, Mistress!” Aisha said. “I lived as a woman for ten years.”

Victoria looked confused. “Then you are a natural woman just like them. You aren’t a sissy. Sissys are like Jerry here, who calls himself Jenny. They are males with male bodys and male parts dressed as serving girls. Some may even have transformed their body to have female features like hips or breasts.”

“Yes, Mistress.” That made sense but Aisha failed to tell her that this wasn’t a change she desired to have. Inside of it all was a male screaming to be let out. Aisha decided to let Victora think of her as a natrual female submissive. It really mattered little for her in the end.

So she stood in the Kitchen taking orders from the cooks to bring them various pans and pots to cook the meals in. Or to go get some of the ingredients they needed to do their jobs.

She walked out to the mistresses around the table talking about their jobs and their life. Some women called Aisha up to them. She was approach the woman who called her, and submissivly curtsy and wait. They would order drinks, whine, or other things and she would go fetch the drink and return. Even Bernia called her a few times to get a drink.

She saw Sandra a few seats away from Bernia. Aisha had caught her eye walking around the table receiving instructions in her dress. Aisha heard Sandra address Bernia, “Your servant is so pretty. Tell me how you two met?”

Bernia told her how they met in her home country and trained her.

Suddenly Sandra called out, “Sissy Aisha, approach me!” It was a direct demand.

Aisha sidle up to Sandra and curtsied. Then stood there with her head bowed in the proper submissive pose as Sandra looked her over.

She reached out to Aishas breasts and moved them around. “Those look natural. They are not forms or inserts. They dont even look like silicone enlargements. “

Sandra pulled the top down under her breasts and pulled out the bra. “No insision marks, under or on the side. Those look natural.”

Then Sandra ran her hands down the dress and moved over Aishas hips. She moved her hand under the dress and then froze.

She glared hotly at Bernia. “You are lying Bernia. Aisha is a woman.”

“She was born male, she had the operation years ago.” Bernia protested.

Sandra scoffed. “Of course I can see that. But regardless of that. She had the operation and lives a female life, just like any of the other natrual born female submissive here. My point is that Aisha is not a sissy! Addressing her as a male submissive is insulting.”

Bernia had to come clean. She understood the confusion. “You are mistaken Sandra. While she has had the operation many years ago. None of this was by her choice. She was taken by a cruel male who transformed HIM against his will. She lives a female life, as a female submissive but it wasn’t her choice. It was done against her to destroy him as a male. Under this feminine beauty is a male mind.”

Then Bernia glared knowingly at Sandra with a smirk. “He wasn’t a real boy anyway if he let a man do this to him, was he?”

Sandra nodded, “I understand.” Then looked into Aishas eyes with more understanding. “Men can be such disgusting bastards at times. How do you like being female?”

“I manage, Mistress. It is difficult.”

Then Sandra said, “It gets easier. This is your life now Aisha and you should try to enjoy it. Now, get me some more wine and some cherries.”

Aisha curtsied and scurried away. Sandra looked across, “Bernia, if I am not being too presumptuous, would you mind if I take the sissy for a few nights. I could help her in her path to accepting being female. She should stop fighting it, it will just cause her more suffering. I think I could help her.”

“How could you help her,” Bernia asked. “She is adjusting great with my love and my help.”

“I have much more experience with feminized males, even if they are no longer male. I think I could help her.”

‘I bet you do,’ Bernia said to herself. “I think that could be a good idea.” Bernia smiled. “Lets set it up.

Aisha continued doing her duties while keeping an eye on Sandra and Bernia. She smiled to herself when she heard them setting up a trade for a few nights. Her plan was working and now if she cold only avoid killing Sandra. It will work well.

The meals were finished and Aisha wpent the rest of the evening passing around hot plates and drinks and taking further orders.

Aisha was even ordered to do a sissified seductive dance for some of the mistresses. What a humiliating request but She saw the mistresses order the other girls to do demeaning things. One of the crueler mistresses ordered a submissive girl to go topless for the rest of the night. Another girl was told to suck a dildo for them. That girl was a femininzed male sissy. They seemed to enjoy picking on the male sissies, but the genetic women were demeaned enough, just not as much.

Aishas sexy dance seemed to cause some conflict. Some of the women were very reluctant to treat her as a male sissy regardless of the past being forced. She seemed to move as naturally as any other woman and they objected to her being treated as a sissy. While other women seemed okay with it. How ever, Aisha seemed to have more women on her side objecting to demeaning her a male, than those against her. Her dance was stopped to avoid further conflict among the mistresses.

One of the other mistresses Pulled Aisha to her and said, “You move and speak as naturally as any of us, Aisha. I feel you may have been meant to be female. I am sorry your nature was abused by a man to hurt you. I hope you can learn to feel right as a woman. It is hard to see any male in your at all. Your nature shouldn’t have been abused for a males sadistic pleasure.”

Aisha bowed her head, “Thank you Mistress.” She avoided informing the woman that most of her abuse came at the hands of women, not men.

Bernia called Aisha over when the luncheon was finally ended and standing beside her new friend Sandra, informed Aisha that she would be going with Sandra for a few days.

Aisha was only too happy to hear that, not that she showed it. She simply bowed her head and meekly accepted, “Yes, Mistress. I will obey.”

Sandra took Aisha home with her and immediately put her to work doing menial chores around Sandras place like cleaning the floors or washing the dishes. She went to work washing a load of laundry. She realized that Sandra wasn’t too observant at times. She watched Aisha closely at first but the monotony of cleaning her floors was too much for her and she went into the living room and sat down. That gave Aisha her chance and she very carefully started looking thuogh Sandras office she was cleaning at the time.

She quietly looked though some of her files and sent some to herself and copied them. Then continued to work. She had found what she needed and now she had to decide how best to confront this. Aisha wanted to have just a little fun with Sandra.

Aisha walked into the living room when Sandra rose her eye in displeasure. “Why arent you still working, theres a lot of work to be done.”

Aisha frowned. “I am tired of working.”

Then she sat down beside Sandra. “I am not little anymore.”

“Excuse me,” Sandra inquired. “Of course.”

“I was little when I first met you. I was very young and helpless when you took advantage and hurt me. You, and my brother Ron enslaved me to my sadistic sister. I am Albert Petterson, who you all renamed me Alicia.”

Sandras lower lip quivered. Sandra tried to get up to regain control but found out very quickly that she was no match for Alicia. Sandra found herself knocked down and holding her stomach. She groaned.

“I found the information I need. Kevin Sanderson, eleven, Michael, his father, then Johnny Mich, you keep those pictures. I have sent them to my mistress.”

“She isnt your mistress, is she?” Sandra said.

Aisha shook her head. “we work together. We hunt people like you for a living and I have wanted to find you for years.”

“What are you going to do,” Sandra asked, her voice breaking with fear.

“I want you to be my slave for a few days. Lets have fun with that, and then I will forgive you and we can move on to the others.”

Sandra figured that there would be no forgiveness.

Aisha forced Sandra to put on the submissive maids dress and the sexy lingerie she wore. Sandra found herself painfully perched up on five inch stilettos while Aisha wore platform heels. The cuffs were placed on Sandra and the look was finished with the collar.

“Now, fix me something to eat. I had to watch you all eat while I served you, find me something.”

Aisha simply sat there waiting. “And then, you can receive a spanking.”

Sandra curtsyed and left.