The following story was inspired from the attacks of 9/11/01 before a infamous email involving the sexual reassignment of a certain terrorist circulated. I want to point out not all Muslims in this story are singled out. I respect their culture, poetry and music. It will become obvious throughout the story who the villain is. Justice will come to him eventually and those who were responsible. May love and reason find us all and end this insanity.

 

Operation Salome

By Jolene

 

Chapter 1 – The First Veil

I was born of Jewish and Palestinian heritage. I'm also a 3rd generation American and very proud of it. My story begins at a secure Military base. I am prohibited from even naming the source of that location. I used to be a man Arnold Valerie Natala. As a trained specialist in tactical linguistics and special operations, I was put in a unique position as an operative for the destruction or capture of Jalama Abdul Ahman.

Two weeks before my strange journey began one fall Friday morning at 8:30 am. It was cool and rather mild day. The sun was coming out and it going to be a nice day or so I thought. A Naval destroyer exploded in Washington Harbor killing hundreds of people. There were several more atrocities and thousands of lives were damaged and scarred forever.

I was ordered to a secret military base to see Lt. Colonel William Duggan, my commanding officer Lieutenant Sam Richland, and a Dr. Lisa Armenthal to discuss my credentials, family or lack there of, career goals, college interests, girlfriends, or boyfriends. I know, so much for don't ask, don't tell. Honestly, I had nothing to hide.

When they invited me for an informal coffee and chat about my history, past.

Colonel Duggan is a stern brawny middle aged Texan, smart, West Point the whole nine yards. He would have been perfect as an extra in a war movie. No less playing a leadership style part.

"Specialist Natala, your background interests me."

"Sir? Colonel, I'm not sure I understand."

"Your credentials, Harvard graduate, four year degree from VMI. You can speak fluently in several languages: Farsi, Arab, French, German, even Russian. By all accounts you should be an officer and not NCO. Your have good technical skills. Did you ever work for the CIA?"

"Colonel, I am unaware of such activities nor am I privy to disclosing such information, if that were the case, Sir."

"That's fine. Let's have some coffee, and chat, for a moment, shall we? I'm sure you're familiar with Lieutenant Richland. The Dr. is Lisa Armenthal chief medical officer here at the base. How familiar are you say with a country like Afghanistan, Sudan, Jordan, and the middle east in general.

"I see you've studied my family history. As much expected from any American, Israel I understand, Palestine. The Middle East is a complex society dating back to the days before Muhammad and then some. Islam is among the fastest growing religions in the world. The situation over there is a hornet's nest wrought with brutality, bloodshed, and backstabbing."

"Natala, I see you know more than enough. We brought you here to ask to volunteer for a special assignment. You have an appreciation of the situation. You know what happened two weeks ago in this country."

"Yes sir, I know. I would consider it an honor and a duty to my country and fellow citizens to be of service in anyway?"

The Dr. was an attractive woman with dark blonde hair. Her demeanor showed grace, and style right of Boston society. But she was all business.

"Specialist Natala, we understand as a young man. You used to perform shows as a woman and danced as well."

"Ma'am, Dr. Armenthal it was a way of making a few dollars through college. I did all kinds of jobs, carpentry and handy work. What does this have to do with the assignment? I don't think I could even come close to resembling... I'm 6-2 200 pounds almost now."

Then the Lieutenant spoke in a straight Indiana tone. He was tall as I was and my commanding officer. "Settle down, Arnold. There's more just listen to the Dr."

"Specialist Natala, what if I were to tell you. I used to be a man." She said. She looked serious.

I was astounded and damn near leaped out of my chair. "Ma'am if I may be informal, you're an attractive woman in your late 30's maybe early 40's. I would ask how if I might?"

"Agent Natala, your complement is duly noted. Yes you may. I was a medical technician sent on a special mission during the Gulf war to examine sacred areas mentioned in such books as the Arabian Nights. One story was particularly interesting. The Maiden of the Spring and found it does exist. There are several springs around the world with such transformation minerals as I've found including one in Chiapas Mexico. Recently, a liter of water was brought back to the United States."

"Lieutenant Richland?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Arnold, your mission if you decide to do this will be a seven tiered operation, to take you from manhood into complete womanhood. You may never regain your manhood again. We want to do it slowly, than train you in all areas of that theater of operations, customs of Arab women, etc. It's a hard life. Your role will be that of Princess Annalisa Venicia Faula. She is or was the daughter of an Arab sheik, now king of a small principality and heir to a province in the UAE. She disappeared about two or three years ago and no one’s seen her since. We've planted a rumor she's been found. Acting as the princess is just part of it, other operations will entail a need to basis. Your codename will be Solame."

I didn't speak for a minute or anything. My mind was already made for me. I felt I had been setup. As a boy, I used to have fantasies about such things. I always wondered what it would be like to be a woman. I had dressed up, even performed on stage. It was a phase and I grew out of it. So I thought.

With all the thoughts racing through my mind, knowing the intelligence game, the processes need to know as the need arises. I said simply said, "Colonel, I'm your girl. What do you need from me?"

 

 

Chapter 2 – The Second Veil

The Dr. got up and asked me to follow her. I did as the Colonel and Lieutenant congratulated me. I saluted them than followed Dr. Armenthal to sickbay.

In her office, Armenthal lead me to an examining room. She told me to get undressed. Several moments later she brought in a small pitcher of water, a glass, with a couple of red pills. She poured a small cup full. Told me to take the pills and swallowed them than laid to rest. I was wearing a medical smock. The room was cold.

Almost instantly after swallowing, I felt my whole body swimming. Nausea, shrinkage of limbs, my body went numb, and tender, my penis and testicles contracted pulling inside my body as my whole body weight shifted. The pain was agonizing and overwhelming, like howitzers inside my guts. I felt heavy and light headed at the same time.

As I laid down on the gurney, The hair on my head started to grow thicker, fuller, longer, as I moved I could feel it pull against my scalp when I tried to move. It hurt. My body hair must have softened as well than I fainted. The transformation seemed to last for hours but lasted only thirty minutes. I was told.

I awoke to a severe headache. I must have slept for hours. My skin was tan colored and milky smooth. It felt like silk. Long dark black hair fell over my shoulders. My chest was decided larger with two perfectly shaped breasts poking out. A perfect 36b I later discovered. My legs were shapely, connected to hips that contorted with a small waist. I looked like Scheherazade reborn. I wondered about the Princess. What she looked like.

I must have shrunk about seven inches or so. I looked the size of my mother but I looked young. I wish she could have seen me this way. She always wanted a daughter. My middle name was a compromise. My parents named me Valerie. I looked in a mirror to see my transformation. I felt like an Arabian princess already. We became very good friends my image and me.

My room was setup for everything a woman needs. But I had no make up or accessories yet. Makeup I could do, foundation, eyeliner, and the way I looked now. I didn’t need much.

Dr. Armenthal came in to look at me. Instinctively, when she came into the room. I wrapped the cover around myself to hide my new body almost out of some feminine pride or shyness. Modesty was the least of my concerns.

"Arnold, I'm your Dr. Your new instincts seem to be kicking in already. You're a very beautiful young woman."

In a very feminine soprano voice, "Dr. Thank you. Arnold may not do. I've been thinking about stage names, while I'm still in training. I'd like my name changed to Valerie Elizabeth Natala. My mother rest her soul always wanted a daughter. If she saw me like this, she'd just die. Valerie’s my middle name."

"Valerie, the name is lovely. It'll take some time to get used to your body, clothes, walk, hair, and stylings. There's still a lot to do. We’ll go to the PX later and get you what you need. I need to take measurements for your new uniform."

She had me hold up my arms. I giggled slightly as the tape measure went under my breasts, than around my waist. I tingled as she took her fingers around my thighs and measured my hips.

"Well, did I pass?"

"Valerie, you’re almost perfect. You’re a 36b – 25 – 36. You’ll be on a strict diet, exercise for at least eight weeks, in simulated training, as a female recruit, along with your training in the finer things to look and act like a princess."

"Sounds like fun. I can’t wait!" I said smiling.

"Valerie. It’s not that fun. This is the military and you’ll be treated like a regular recruit."

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – The Third Veil

About four weeks had gone by, my room looked more like an apartment for an attractive single young woman. My wardrobe consisted of several camouflage uniforms, a couple of jumpsuits, two dress uniforms, complete with GI bras, camisoles, stockings, and briefs. My hair had grown down to my waist, was cut to my shoulders in page style cut.

As such, I remained in the Dr's care for sometime and even trained as a nurse. I knew first aid and was handy to have around. Lisa learned I was a quick study, and in no time, was certified to give first aid in the field.

Lisa and I became fast friends. She was like a big sister getting me over puberty. I learned all things womanly, from how to use a Tampon, to why women love to shop. Hygiene was especially important, especially for my clitoris. Infections could be a nightmare I understood. In a way, I was like a high school girl after my transformation. But I learned quickly and graduated with honors. With my features, makeup was general natural colors. Sometimes I went without. I sensed I had that glow. But I learned tricks I didn’t know before.

I was briefed more on the Princess, her story, and her background. Than I found out about my objective and I went through the roof. Jalama Ahman was to be my main objective. How in the hell would I get from being a still bewildered young woman to be with someone like him? I was frightened to death. I told Lisa in private. My need to know would come in time.

Looking at guys on the base, who watched me. It made me excited so much so. My fifth week as a woman I began spotting. This seemed to please my commander, Lieutenant Richland, whom I was beginning to get strange thoughts about, was beginning to attract my attention. The Colonel began treating me like I was daddy's little girl. I think they wanted me at ease. The old man for fell me I think and the feeling was mutual. I was beginning to feel like his daughter. They wanted me to grow up in a hurry.

As expected, I needed plastic surgery but not much. I had the princess’s height and hair. I would need to lose pounds and learn how to walk gracefully. Through an experimental technique my eyes were changed or tinted to look like hers.

I sometimes thought I was a dignitary the way I was treated. I felt like a secret weapon for the government. Men who gawked at me seeing the new nurse at the base got to me. I enjoyed it but wasn't sure what to do about it yet.

"Lisa, how much more is there? I've learned everything I can about walking, talking, being in her highness’ clothes. Mid Eastern literature, the Kama Sutra is cool. We haven't gotten to gowns or ballroom dancing or whatever princesses do. Or dreaming about brave men climbing up to their verandah's, kissing boys, or all that romantic daring and rescuing me. Okay I'm being silly. But these hormonal changes are getting to me I think. I was once interrogated for seven days and didn't crack but the idea of seeing Lt. Richland or Sergeant Lickme… er, I mean Sergeant Liechmann. Drives me crazy."

Lisa smiled at me in sisterly fashion, "Valerie, it'll come in time. Don't talk to me about men. I admit the sergeant has nice features. They can be dolls sometime but it's not something you should be talking about. You’re still a little young emotionally."

"What about Corporal Adams? It’s very hard maybe I’ve been cooped up too long. I admit I’m a, a little young but I feel I’m growing up. The idea of learning patience is something I never learned anyway."

"Hon, technically, you’re like a college freshman though not quite ready. When it comes, you’ll know. My first time as a woman, I was on cloud nine. I wanted that man all the time than he walked out on me. I could go on but I wont ruin the experience for you."

"Why the jerk! He left you? Men are so complicated but incredible cute."

"Valerie! You have no idea. We want to bring you around slowly. On the surface, you look ready and your adjusting beautifully. The briefings are going to continue. Your general knowledge of the mid east is surprising and your history. It's important you get the Princess' down and details, her parents, have been reached."

"This is one girl, who wishes it was graduation day. I don't know whether it would be more exciting to meet my new parents or go to my first dance. Okay Auntie. What's next? Do I get more of that water? It was kind of yummy."

"Young lady, any more of that water and it could kill you. If you decide after the mission to return to manhood, the process would be irreversible anyway because of your period."

"Has the water been analyzed?"

"We think it’s natural hormones and minerals. A highly concentrated natural estrogen along with other properties, plus soy, wild yam root, and nature’s own magic."

"So the Army has perfected the formula?"

"No dear, it’s all natural ingredients. The Army’s involvement is classified."

 

 

Chapter 4 – The Fourth Veil

I sighed. I was growing up maybe too much. I was even beginning to act like a snippy teenage queen. I was trying to be a good soldier but couldn't stay focused.

Lisa knew I needed a break or it was going to ruin everything. Specialist Technician Valerie Natala was going out. I wanted to hug everyone including my Sergeant. I dreamed about him. He was wonderful, especially, his kiss in the moonlight.

I went to the NCO club and danced. Guys crowded around me. The other ladies seemed really miffed but I wanted to meet them too. At least get to know them, talk to someone at least. I felt like Valerie was growing within me. Guys wanted my number, where I was staying, was I single, the whole thing. The whole experience made me swim with glee, and exhilarated my impulses.

Lisa noticed I was drunk. I did have a couple of drinks. I laughed, flirted, and was very talkative, chatty as mom used to say. I was never like this as a man. Valerie's personality was shining through loudly.

As my acting CO, Dr. Armenthal took me by the hand, as a nice corporal kissed me and dragged me back to my princess bunker as I called it.

I must have slept for two days. I was in a hangover or something. When I got up, I was wearing a red silk nightgown. There was a bandage on my left wrist. My room looked like a hospital suite. I had no idea where I was. I was about to go into the bathroom when Lisa, Lieutenant Richland and a couple, a distinguishing man and woman walked into my room.

Sam spoke with a veneer of eloquence, "Your highness, May I present your father and mother King Abdul Faula and Queen Enya Faula from the United Arab Commonwealth state Mogai.

Casually, her majesty the queen came over to me and pecked me on the lips and gave me a motherly hug. I curtsied out of respect, "Hello dear, it's been so long." She said.

"Mother, it has been too long." I got emotional as I kissed and hugged her. I smiled, curtsied at the king and reached for his hand, "your majesty."

"My dear, you know better than that." He kissed my hand than hugged me.

"Father, I've missed you too." I kissed his cheek and hugged him. My smallish frame barely encompassed. His mass surrounded me and I felt safe. His strength was amazing.

It was a tearful reunion. I played or they played their parts very well. Even Lisa felt a twinge or something. It was surreal to be sure. I wasn't even sure how to handle it. Arnold's instincts would have told me one thing. But Valerie knew better and I relaxed.

The Lieutenant spoke as they left the room "Your highness, you'll be leaving in a few days. Passports have been made for you already. You have some things in the closet. It's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Lieutenant, you're very kind to say. The pleasure was mine."

"Valerie, your orders will find you when you've settled in. We have contacts waiting for you there." Sam walked over and kissed my hand.

I felt goose pimples rising as he did so. Than his lips met mine. A cluster bomb went off in my body. I returned the compliment as much as my 5-5 frame could reach him. I felt I wanted him more than anything.

But he restrained himself, bowed, and told me to get ready to meet my royal parents for dinner. Orders, he said! I felt like dying when he left. I was a woman now, a princess and had my first kiss. My mood swung wildly just thinking about it. Suddenly I was the happiest girl who ever lived and floated on air the entire night.

I was fortunate during my training that I was giving pointers in etiquette. Manners in the presence of royalty are something else. I was on my best behavior. I had siblings to remember, servants, dates, places, names, all of came with some ease. The rest I adlibbed and tried to fill in the blank from being incognito or kidnapped, head injury.

The king and queen accepted me. The king wanted his daughter back. He paid no expense looking for her. The Queen knew instinctively I wasn't. Enya was a lady and a role model for all women. I fell for her charm and grace. She knew I was a plant. I think the king knew as well.

They owed Ahman a lot of money. Arabs fighting Arabs was nothing new. This was blackmail, old school like in the days of sheiks, viziers, sultans, and principalities. My Uncle Isham told me stories ancient in context about the games they play. The blood feuds between tribes are legendary. Even old customs are brought into play like arranged marriages. This was a new millennium. Buying and selling people was not something I liked. But there’s nothing like tradition.

After reaching Mogai a few days after, Enya asked me who and where I came from.

"Your Majesty, I come from a line of poets and prophets and who braved hardship to find a better world."

"Dear, don't be so formal. I like you. You're a very charming young woman and quite lovely. You carry yourself with dignity and character. The bloodline shows itself. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a prince or princess in there."

I felt embarrassed, "Enya, you're too kind. I'm not going to ask any questions. Women know things more instinctively than men. I like you too. You're a good role model for women my age and onward."

"Now honey, you’re being too kind. I'm an old girl who’s tossed a few bones. All I got was an old dog that captured my heart long ago. Wisdom can be gathered through two ways; experience or education but sometime it comes naturally. By the way what is your real name?"

"Valerie Elizabeth." I smiled.

"Valerie it's lovely and poetic. Lets have Irena make us some coffee and we'll talk woman to woman. I'll pass down some of my worldly wisdom."

Neither of us said a word walking through the garden on the palace grounds, the morning glories blended with clinging roses and an opaque sky. I learned of Jalama Ahman and his brother Jafar was to betrothed Annalisa. Jafar and Annalisa were to be married. Ahman had his own scheme, protection insurance against any unfortunate circumstance that might happen to the oil wells, or anything else in the small state.

I wanted this man more than ever. After my first night, a banquet was thrown in honor of my return. My gown was the most beautiful thing ever received. White silk down to my ankles, gorgeous sparkling four inch heels, diamond sequins, jewelry, diamond earrings, and a diamond tiara for my beautiful hair.

I was the belle of the ball. The bandage on my right wrist had been off for several hours. A small scar in the shape of a dragon’s head perhaps a birthmark, they forgot to tell me about and I rubbed it for a moment.

Then he walked into my life. "Herod sends regards and love, Salome. Write to Herodotus when you get a chance. She sends love and kisses." He said.

I just looked at him strangely as he took me to the dance floor.

He spoke directly, "my name is Michael Barrett I'm with the foreign office. I'm your contact."

"I've heard rumors but I didn't think they were true. I mean when I was in the specialty branch. You were a legend."

"I see you have a new specialty your highness, you're a very beautiful woman. Careful with your wrist don't wear it out."

"It's a birthmark or a homing device. Great! Yes Mr. Bond. Whatever you say."

"Don't get cute Moneypenny. It’s both. How are the parents coping with their new daughter?"

"They suspect a plant. The queen knows I'm not her daughter yet she doesn’t mind either. Something's not quite right here Michael," I said.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Their daughter disappeared about three years ago. I suspect she ran off with her love to be. Jafar it seems more than likely. I'm supposed to be the bait for Ahman, but he still holds this country hostage, in a protection racket, like he was a gangster. It must be a charade for Ahman."

"Then something is going on in Denbo. We need to find out. How do they feel about the new, Annalisa?"

"Call me Valerie. The queen adores me. She knows something is amiss. I think she likes my company. I'm pleased to say I like hers too. For a queen, she's surprisingly down to earth. She's a lovely mom. I haven't met my brothers yet. I think they’re in Switzerland having the time of their life. As for the King, he's pleased that his daughter has returned to him or a semblance. I want to help them Michael. So when's my big entrance on the international scene supposed to take place?"

"Soon! You know you're a very good dancer, your highness."

"Thank you kind sir. You have nice feet too. You must get a lot of practice." I quipped.

We just smiled at each other for a minute. Professional courtesy I guess. I'm not sure if he liked me or I liked him. But the gleam in his eye hypnotized me for a second.

I was going to ask Michael again or just kiss him. I couldn't make up my mind. In walked a severe looking man with intense eyes, a black turban with an entourage of about ten of the most brutish looking men. No question, they were his henchmen, possibly bodyguard. His beard drooped to his necktie. He was very tall and bulky. He walked in like a sultan but acted more like a thug.

We lined up as a matter of protocol to greet our fellow guests. Michael left my side but I wanted him to stay. Suddenly I was scared to death, and reached for my mother and father. Enya felt my urgency and held my hand to steady me.

His black eyes stared into my soul when he saw me. He couldn't decide whether I was a ghost or a mirage. He bowed and kissed my hand and I returned diplomatic courtesy though his beard felt like sandpaper. I smiled prettily to keep appearances. My skin crawled after he moved on.

"King Fuala, I'm so happy to see, our lovely highness again, The Princess Annalisa has returned safely to native Arab soil away from trite, domestic wastelands of non-believers."

"You're most kind Ahman. It is a joyful occasion to have my daughter return after several years. I hope your journey was a cordial one. You're most welcome at our banquet table as always."

"You're most kind your majesty. Your hospitality is most gracious to a group of weary travelers from a long journey."

Mr. Ahman. Where did that journey begin? I thought

I sensed his presence and he looked right at me. I didn't know if I wanted to hide or fight. I saw Michael for a moment. He was typical American male. I was the modern Arab woman aware of western customs. I added diplomat to my expanding resume. I walked over to Michael took him by the hand and introduced him to my father and mother, and our guest. My developing intuition must of made Enya proud of me. She grinned at me, with a, that’s my girl smile.

"Isn't it surprising, Mr. Ahman what a little diplomacy can do? I’d like you to meet someone. Mr. Barrett meet Mr. Ahman, my guest for this evening from the United States foreign office." I said.

"Mr. Ahman, pleasure’s all mine." Michael said gazed at him steely eyed.

"Mr. Barrett, like wise." Ahman said staring down at him.

Michael and Jalama stared at each other, sizing the other up. As if one could tell what the one was from the inside out. I was a different story. I reminded him of the Annalisa he thought he knew before her disappearance from showing spiritedness. I played her with all the fire I could muster.

The two of them just stood there. I was worried there might be an international incident. It was the first time I ever had two guys in a pissing contest over me. I loved it. The King was rather irked but smiled at me too. If I wasn't his daughter, he didn't mind and probably would have adopted me right then. They told me later that if I was ever needed a home. I was always welcome.

 

 

Chapter 5 – The Fifth Veil

Not to insult him or his men, I played hostess. I danced with all who wanted to dance as a goodwill gesture but he never wanted to. I imagined I'd fine myself more worthy in his harem if he had one. He'd want me all to himself. The thought made me shiver. He refused to even listen to western music or enjoy any of the customs. Ahman was a very pensive uncomfortable individual.

The banquet lasted for hours. Dignitaries from all over the world greeted me, some hugged, kissed, complimented me, some of it was just too much and it got to me. I was starting to believe it. Annalisa must have been something special.

Michael was in the last group to leave. He slipped me a sliver of paper. A glint in his eye told me to be careful. I thought he was sweet as could be. Meanwhile, I heard father and Ahman talking in Arabic, some Farsi, even a little Aramaic and Armenian of all things. I pretended to ignore and went to see how the clean up was coming along.

Enya was motherly and sweet, "Dear, you were lovely this evening. Your little diplomatic stunt between Mr. Barrett and Ahman was a lovely gesture. You must like Mr. Barrett a great deal?"

"Momma I really couldn't say. I just met him tonight. Besides I wanted to show our distinguished guest. I'm capable of making my own decisions."

We both giggled and hugged each other. "That's the girl, I raised and loved. Ahman, is not a man to be reckoned with. He's quite dangerous. He'll remember your stunt Valerie. I suspect you and Young Barrett are working together. Have they told you anything else?"

"Enya, I'm on a need to know basis."

Enya, rang Irena told her to bring two coffees. She hurried me into her private sitting room as the servants helped us with our sleeping gowns.

"Valerie, my daughter is alive. The king doesn't know. On second thought, maybe he does. It doesn't matter right now. As long as Ahman thinks you’re the princess, he'll try to do something. We're hoping he does."

What hair I had left on my arms stood up and goose pimples rose. "Enya, from what I understand, what could Ahman possibly want with Mogai, or Annalisa? He has money, all the power he could want,"

"You’re a smart girl, my sweet daughter. What do your instincts tell you?"

"He wants legitimacy momma and stature. Like any man if he can't burn it, destroy it or buy it, he'll steal it."

I sighed. Annalisa was bait in a power play. All hell was about to break lose and I was to be a pawn. I felt flattered almost.

Then I asked her woman to woman, "What about Jafar?"

"Annalisa loves him a great deal. Its true Jafar is Ahman's son. He's been disowned and has a bounty on his head. Where they are I can't be sure. It's a belief they've joined the opposition movement in Afghanistan."

"It's a long way from here. Ahman covers a lot of territory and he carry's favor wherever he goes. I’ve heard. I may do more harm than good."

"Young lady, you listen to me. It's that kind of talk Ahman feeds on. As your queen, I forbid you to talk that way ever again. As a mother, Honey, I understand your feelings. Every time he visits, I have the staff wash after wherever he walks."

"Your royal highness, I think you're an amazing woman. Ahman reminds me of a little dog I had as a child. Always tracked mud where ever he went."

We stayed in the sitting room. A mother and daughter keeping up appearances shoulder to shoulder embraced in a hug, while men down the hall, discussed my future. King Faula was going to sell me I learned. I was going to become a slave for this madman. I realized that was part of the seven veils. But other plans were in the making, little did I know.

About five veils had already been peeled. My transformation from man to woman, my surgery to look like Annalisa, The lieutenant’s kiss even seemed like a veil, Michael’s Meeting, Enya's confession about Annalisa's being alive. When I had a moment to myself. I pieced together what Enya said with the note Michael gave me in Farsi. It simply read: if in trouble, press right wrist, I'll find you. I felt safe but I didn't like it.

I had one of the servants walk me back to my room. Ahman went back to his suite. Mother gave me a kiss goodnight. Father looked rather sad but I tried to comfort him by giving him a hug. He gently cupped my tiny chin with a finger, kissed me gently on my lips, and whispered goodnight daughter and walked to his room. Ahman was now on my wish list. A wish list of things that always disappeared when I wanted them too.

I was the last one up that night. I felt tired, lonely, and sad too. I kept thinking about Michael. I fantasized about him all night. My quarters were at the far end of the second story of the palace. I walked to my room to see three masked men with knives and semi-automatics use chloroform. Before I could scream or tap my wrist a black feeling washed over me.

 

 

Chapter 6 – The Sixth Veil

It must have been a three-day ride from nowhere. I was stretched out in a hut in a high mesa a long way from the Red Sea. From the looks of things, it must have been near the Khyber Pass. Ahman either must have got me or someone else did.

Then I saw her. I was still groggy and had a hangover. It was like looking in a mirror when I saw her. The Princess Annalisa turned rebel. I couldn't believe it.

"The resemblance is most striking. You can't be Jewish. But maybe, Arab's wouldn't have the courage to do this. You must be American." She said.

"Your highness. The pleasure is all mine. I have reason to believe your life maybe in danger." I said half asleep although my virtue was fairly intact.

"She sounds like me too. She has the same birthmark, right wrist. Interesting. As you would say in America, 'girl get in line.’ Ahman, right?'"

"Yes, I met him than caused an international incident when I decided to dance with an American. I figured you’d want to do the same. Your mother is adorable."

"The Queen is special. She's the reason why you're here. You're right; I would have danced with the American. He rich?"

"He's with the foreign office. Not rich but handsome, if you like strong silent types with strong jaws and diplomatic immunity."

"You're alright. Annalisa Faula, rebel princess. He sounds like a fox."

"Thanks. Nice sheepskin. Valerie Natala, Special Operations. Michael is a fox."

We both giggled at that last remark. Than Jafar walked in. The poor thing nearly had a heart attack when he saw us together.

I could see why Annalisa fell for him. He was a knockout. He was tall, dark, handsome, and perfect. He looked nothing like his brother. He looked more like a young Omar Sharif. He was beautiful just to see glide across a hillside. Annalisa's eyes never left him even when we we're talking.

When he awoke, Anna as she became known, introduced us. "Jafar I’d like you to meet, my sister, in spirit, Valerie."

"We welcome you to our home. As you can see, we’re quite stricken by your appearance."

In Farsi, I replied. "Thank you. I am honored to be your guest. Jafar you have no idea. I’m not sure why I’m here but I was sent to find Anna. More than anything, I’m bait for your father. Why am I here?"

"Val come with me. We’ll talk on the way." Anna said as she pecked Jafar on his cheek to leave the hut.

I paid my respects to Jafar as Anna played tour guide through the village. The desert, mountains were astonishing to my senses. The whole area was beautiful, desolate and foreboding all at once.

"Anna why am I here?"

"You were sent to me for a reason. Ahman, will stop at nothing. It will be a few days before he returns to Mogai. Father will think you’ve gone to Cairo or something to shop, mother is there now, shopping for you."

"I see. Last minute details, I’ve been told the usual dates and things. I’m surprised Ahman hasn’t looked for you or Jafar. He doesn’t seem the type to give up easily."

"Val, you are sharp. He doesn’t give up easily. More than likely in a few days, one of his cells will attempt an attack on our village. We’ve been struck several times over the last two months and suffered severe casualties and assassinations. We have spies or at least sympathizers who watch out for us. It gives us time but it’s never enough. What happened in Washington Harbor was barbaric and monstrous. It’s strange your government would send a woman to do man’s work."

"Anna, I have something to tell you. Promise me as a sister in spirit to never tell a soul. Your mother saw through me as just a smart intelligent woman. I was actually a man about three months ago."

Her heart stopped and she stammered. "How in the world? But you look so beautiful, well with my face. The resemblance is flattering. A sheep in wolf’s clothing."

"I think that’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing but this costume won’t come off, it least where it matters most. Thanks. You know the legend surrounding the Maiden of the spring." I smiled.

"Yes, I know the legend. Valerie, look at you. I cannot believe your people would have access to Baghdad, or even know.."

"This particular spring is in Mexico. The changes I’ve gone through have really did a number on me. My mind, heart, soul, and personality are different. I want a guy sometimes in the worst way."

"Dear, you’ll love it. As I know the legends, you can never go back to manhood after a passing of time. Be careful. You were never gay or anything as a man?"

"I was chosen for my heritage as well as I know the area having studied it and family in the Middle East. Also I used to perform in drag as a young man. Paid my tuition. The other issues I’ll deal with. I’m kind of anticipating my Fox again."

"That is amazing! Where are your people from?"

"Israel and Palestine. After WWII, to avoid any prejudices my great grandfather and grandmother moved to America was a mixed marriage. My father is Jewish, mother is Methodist but they maintained an interfaith household. The gatherings were anything but kosher."

Anna smiled at that. I asked her why the Khyber Pass. I felt we were sisters already.

"Our base is here. The pass dates back to the old silk routes that was a corridor from Persia to China in ancient times to as recent as the early 20^th century before WWI. This range is part of the Hindu Kush. Some still use them today but modern transportation. All of our connections are in this area Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkey, the Caspian Sea, India, and Pakistan though not necessarily in that order. Iraq is a problem area. Iran is just as bad. And we have a government that live like cavemen." The princess shook her head and sighed.

We walked the village, watched the children laughing, chasing goats, and playing. Jafar was preparing the men. Some were rebuilding huts or bringing in supplies and food. Anna asked me if I still wanted someone. I said no but I thanked her.

But as girls do, we talked about everything, sex, clothes, kids, life dreams, marriage and guys of every shape and size. One of the men in particular Amal looked at me and smiled in his best manner. It was kind of cute. He even brought me goat’s milk and asked me if I needed anything.

Anna needled me, introduced me to some other women. Not to feel unneeded, I helped with dinner. I found out I was going to be the guest of honor. During a celebration, Amal asked me to dance with him and I did. Percussionists played. We danced in a large circle, round and round. Then everything came to abrupt halt.

Gunfire came from the shadows. There was confusion, movement, and action everywhere. Night was falling and it was getting dark. I raced toward Anna’s hut when several men interrupted me.

I struggled. One man was quickly killed on my right side. While I was being carried away, another man grinned. His yellow teeth smelled of mutton and wine. I tried to reach my homing beacon and did I think. Then I reached for his shawl to scratch his eyes out. It was Amal!

In Farsi, he spoke to another man. They were going to take me to Kabul from there I’d be sent west to the dens. What the hell were the dens?

Then he spoke to me in Arabic, "We know you are not the princess. Still Ahman will be pleased with us. This is for the princess’ good. I like you Val, I do. The dens will make you the woman you should be. Than you’ll be mine and you will serve me as I am your lord."

"Dammit, Amal! The dens?"

"Opium & hashish dens my passionate one. The brothels are to train the most loving girls the ways of the world and submit to their masters."

"I will never to submit to you that way. Never! Was the princess involved in this?

"She was not. However she realizes sacrifices must be made. If you ever escape or try, the Queen Enya may have a story to tell. She still loves her daughter."

"Whatever works for the cause?" I wanted to cry. Emotions came over me I never felt before. I was a woman now between 115 pounds or so in her early twenties. Beautiful, Arabian, a flower to plucked by any man who would pay my keeper. And didn’t have enough strength to fight.

I did not blame Enya or couldn’t. She knew the risk I was taking. It came with the job. Maybe she trusted my instincts and resources.

What I wanted more than anything was to see Michael. I wanted to touch him, to be with him, to have him kiss me, and take me passionately. As I wanted to, not to blindly take him under a drug induced stupor.

The addiction to hash and Opium is like cocaine. I’d never leave the dens as I went in. More than likely it was another till, Ahman had his hands in and I hated him even more.

My night was just beginning. Amal pulled out a syringe. It had about 8 cc’s moments later I felt a sting in my right arm. I began to drift in and out. In Arabic, he whispered. "It’s time to feel, my love."

I felt my panties being pulled down. His fingers began caressing my labia and vagina. I moaned incessantly with bouts pleasure and pain. The weight of the drug overwhelmed and I passed out.

My body shook like I was drowning. My breasts ebbed and flowed with the van as I felt something inside me. Maybe I was dreaming. It was more like a nightmare.

I was half stoned when we stopped in a small town or village. I was carried in to a room. I heard faint voices and exchanges I barely comprehended.

A woman’s voice whispered in my ear. It was sweet and gentle almost like an angel’s. Commenting on my looks and beauty. She would teach me a thousand ways to please a man and then some but told me to sleep.

I awoke from my slumber; groggy, sluggish with a migraine that made my head feel like an anvil. There was a stench in the room that smelled of urine, opium and hashish.

The room was small, a bed, one or two pieces of furniture; a dresser and a love seat. An opium bong was already heating up for my first fix. The smell made me dizzy. I wasn’t going to give in yet. What I knew of addictions. They’d have to get me hooked. Maybe they already had. My body shook. I needed all the strength my soldiering gave me and tried to focus.

I still hoped Mike would fine me. He was on his way. Now it was the question of when.

A heavyset Arab man and a blustery woman came in to my room. They threw me some clothes told me to hurry up and get them on. My first lesson was to begin as a sex slave or whore. Whatever they were calling me. I stalled and complied as much as I could.

The woman yelled at me with a derogatory comment. The heavyset man obvious in a good cop role told her to be patient. He would wait for me to get ready.

Meanwhile in a jeep outside of town, Mike and several men who were loyal to the cause were apart of my search and rescue effort, speeded into town. They were ready for any contingency. The local authorities were also curious as to this but seemed more interested in protecting the status quo.

Gunshots rang through the streets. I heard the crash down stairs as weapon fire shattered the silence scaring the girls and clients too.

Mike busted into my room. My prince had come. I leaped for the woman as the heavyset man went for his gun. Michael shot him point blank. I punched the woman hard as I could. My weakened stupor only fazed her. She was about to take a knife to my throat when Michael shot her.

I collapsed to the floor in a heap still hangover and weak. Tears rolled and I started to ball. Michael ran over to hold me and I embraced him.

"Michael, they were going turn me into a whore and a drug addict. I think I was raped. I don’t know. I feel so damned ashamed!"

"Valerie, you did good. I’ll take care of it. Right now we need to get you out of here. There’s been a slight change in plans."

Michael wrapped me in a blanket, picked me up in his arms and took me to the jeep. His men swept the town. We drove for hours. I don’t know. I was drugged and starting to suffer from withdrawals. I could feel cravings for a fix coming on. I had seen an uncle deal with alcohol abuse. I knew the signs pretty well. I wrapped myself in a blanket, tried to think pure thoughts and put my shoulder on Michael’s.

Michael saw it coming. Stopped the van, put his jacket on me, and held me. Overhead a helicopter buzzed and touched down in a small clearing near us.

"I want to love you long time." I said stoned mimicking an Asian girl; "lets do me now." I vaguely recall pulling down his zipper to take him.

"Sure baby, we can do it now." He said kissed me deeply as I felt a needle go into my skin. Darkness came into my eyes as I fell into his arms. "Sorry love, you deserve better than that." He picked me up and carried me to the chopper.

----------

Constantinople is a beautiful city. It’s a world unto itself. Dark corners arise at every turn and each street is a universe to be discovered.

It must have been a week or more. I couldn’t remember much else. My throat was sore, bruises covered my wrists, and my vagina throbbed for sex and my body wanted drugs. I could think of nothing else, except men. I wanted men!

Than my Dr. walked in. It was good to see a friendly face, Mike, Lieutenant Richland, the Colonel were there to. I felt like Dorothy back in Oz. I also knew I wasn’t in Kansas either.

The men were asked to leave the room for a few minutes. Lisa came over and hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"How’s my girl?"

"Lisa, I don’t know. I’ve never had these feelings before. I know I can never go back to being a man. I just pray I don’t get pregnant by those things that did this to me."

"Honey, you have a lot to learn still about being a woman. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this. No semen was found in you but there was vaginal bruising. What happened?"

"Lisa, the princess is alive in a village last I saw near the Khyber Pass. The Queen may have set me up but I doubt it. I may have been a decoy. Friends of the princess or Ahman kidnapped me. They were going to turn me into a whore in an opium den. Ahman is still walking around. I want his dick on a platter than thrown to the dogs!"

The Dr. looked at me. She saw the killer in me. I was no longer Arnold Natala but Valerie Natala scorned woman. I felt like a bitch and loved it. I was tired of being played with. After a few days, I felt better however.

My debriefing was exciting and rather heated. Glitches were in the system.

"Colonel, I have no excuses what happened. There are separate agendas. This isn’t just about a war sir. It’s a serpentine complex maze. In the Khyber Pass, you have a princess and her lover trying to fight the man who we want on a platter. You have son against father. You have a mother trying to help her daughter. The queen knew I was a fake. I suspect it was a game all along. But I wanted her to know I was on her side. You have friends of the princess who tried to setup their own agendas. It goes on and on."

The Colonel, "Specialist Natala, I understand your concern. I recall as another person. You would place yourself in harms way to protect the lives of others. We expected as much when we brought you in."

"Valerie, in case you’re wondering, assaults are being made on several fronts as we speak. They’ve boxed in Ahman, near Pershowar."

"Lieutenant, boxing him in isn’t good enough but it’s a start. Just speculating I guess the princess is safe for now. That still leaves his majesty and her highness. They were being held for ransom by Ahman."

"Soldier, taking a mission personally is never safe. With your transformation, it was probably understandable and all that’s happened. Specialist Natala you’re a fine soldier and now a lovely young lady. It’s been a pleasure to work with you." The Colonel said as if they were orders.

What the hell did he mean? It’s been a pleasure to work with me. I felt like crying for being brushed aside. The old man walked over to me and hugged me. The lieutenant stuck his hand out to shake mine and gave me a salute. Lisa motioned to me in support.

The Colonel held me and gave me a fatherly peck on the forehead. Then took my hand and walked me to Lisa’s office. I was going to have the princess’ face removed.

"The surgery shouldn’t take long. Your face will be a little puffy but you’ll be alright in about a week." She said.

"Lisa, do you have any spring water around. I know what to do about Ahman now. Basically it’s the same as killing him. It’ll be much worse. As a woman, he’ll be lucky to make it as a servant girl in that country."

"Valerie, that’s a hell of an idea. The Colonel and Richland should know about this."

It was agreed but Michael didn’t know yet. He was briefed later. My codename it was still Salome. It gave me another idea.

I awoke in my bedroom two days later. Tired but rested. My heart still beating with the drums in my head from ordeals I’d been through. I looked to see an old friend in the mirror. Although slightly bruised and battered. She felt good and she smiled back.

A knock on the door interrupted our private girl chat. I looked in the mirror at her and pouted. My friend didn’t like it either and sighed.

"Come in, if you have a cheeseburger. I’ll love you forever." I said smiling.

"I don’t have a cheeseburger. Would roses do?" Michael said.

"Well my hero comes to rescue me again. Hi."

"Hey, anyone tell you, you’re kind of cute? Without bruises, you look good enough to take out."

"Anymore compliments I may have to get rough. Keep talking." I said flirting.

Michael blushed too. Gosh he was so cute.

"Valerie, that’s not why I’m here. Although the idea of kissing you right now, would please me to no end, I have news."

"Michael I’m all yours, ears wise of course. Listening." I smiled at him and sighed.

"Still interested in Ahman?"

My eyes glowed red and my pulse raced. "They’ve found his location? I can be ready in fifteen minutes. As soon as I find my clothes, damn it!"

"My guess is Moneypenny you won’t find any except a night gown or some pajamas."

"Well Commander Bond, what do you suggest I go in my skivvies?"

Reading my mind, he threw me a shopping bag. In it was a G I jump suit uniform and a sports bra (GI of course), with my last name inscribed on the uniform, tailored to my new body, and some money in local currency. He turned his back to let me get dressed. When I told him I was ready he looked around.

"If it isn’t Miss Operations of 2001." He said

"Well that did it." I said and walked over to him. Before I could kiss him. He kissed me. I let his tongue in my mouth and he took mine. I wanted it to last for hours.

"Babe, have you thought of going to a stylist?" He said.

"I like my hair long lover. I suppose I could use a style. You shut up. Keep kissing."

"Yes ma’am. Just making a suggestion, soldier stuff and all."

"If you insist darling." I wrapped myself around him. His tall frame grasped picking me off the floor.

"This is kind of comfortable. One could almost get used to this. Ahman has secured dwellings in a little village not far from the Pakistan border."

We kissed one more time than we walked out of the building. I needed clothes first. I got my hair styled. Maybe six inches were cut. It still went passed my shoulders. My attire was that of a modern Muslim woman. The opium den gave me an idea for my disguise. I tried on veils like a belly dancer and tested my hips. Then knowing I’d be in Afghanistan. Bought a Bourka, they’re awful to wear except for the netting in the eyes. The disguise fit perfectly traveling in country.

Mike’s eyes sparkled at my dancing. I put my jump suit back on and we headed toward a heliport at a secured location. Then poked him in the ribs in a girlish fashion.

I hadn’t made a parachute drop in several years. My new body made it more difficult. I knew Mike would be jumping with me. I was fairly athletic in my new body. Muscle tone wasn’t much but I did some practice rolls and did okay.

We had support under the command of Major Solomon Quinn’s Team Charlie a small unit of Delta force. They were among the best in the business. But they hadn’t been out of country for at least a year.

The guys were nervous at first about having a woman along until they saw my ID. They didn’t know if Arnold had a sister or was wearing a disguise. I was impressed I didn’t know my name meant that much. I told them I was his cousin who was with the Mossad as an expert marksman and counter intelligence operative. There was a deep breath around the plane. They complimented me for having a fine cousin. They were really sweet.

The drop zone light came on. Mike and I jumped first. Delta Force landed nearer the town and work their way in. His role was to be a liaison with the UN on a mission of mercy; mine was that of a local guide and a gift for Ahman from Kabul. Rules about women having to wear bourka’s to cover their faces offended me now a great deal.

It would work for what I needed to do.

"How far before we’re on point?" I said after we landed.

"We should be there in a half hour. It’s hot out here."

"Your hot. This bourka is brutal. Easy lover, think cool thoughts. Like me in a hot tub full of ice waiting for you."

"Women, do you ever think of anything besides sex. Have a couple of beers near by and I’m yours."

"Done!"

He didn’t see me but I swear he saw me smiling. A slight shade of red fell over me.

In the distance, we saw the town rising. UN soldiers on the perimeter saw us and stopped us momentarily. One recognized Mike immediately.

Mike told me to remove my shroud and I did. Some of the guys lowered their weapons half-mass. Some whistled in a low tone.

"Gentlemen watch your language, a fellow soldier is present. Female or not she’s one of our own."

"Major, Special Operations Technician Valerie Natala reporting."

"Specialist Natala, Mr. Barrett. This is an unexpected honor. The area is secure. Your man’s barricaded at the far end of the village. Everything’s closed down. Getting in there is going to be tight squeeze like a small dick through an acorn ring. No offense ma’am."

"None taken Major, sounds like one of my father’s old analogies." I said.

"Major Holland, it’s important we get into the town. Intelligence needs a logistical appreciation of the situation." Michael was more serious.

"Mr. Barrett, I understand. Both of you keep low and hit the deck if you hear fire. Need help, you know the code. We’ll come running."

The major and I traded salutes. I threw the shroud over my head and continued into town. I swear I could hear a soldier tell another.

"Did you see her? What’s a beautiful woman like her doing in a MZ like this?"

It was a good question. They’d know soon enough.

Mike was in constant contact with Team Charlie. Mentioned the little chat with UN force near town. All guns were muzzled for silence. The men were told to stand by. Magazines were full and loaded.

My attire underneath my shroud and uniform might be considered Mid Eastern Skank. They wanted me to be a whore. I was willing to oblige them. I’d meet an old friend too I’d find.

After losing my shroud and uniform as I stepped inside the house, a small caliber tranquilizer handgun was under my garter belt on my left thigh. I had a small vial of water on my right. I walked right into Jalama Ahman’s bunker plain as could be like I was room service special delivery.

I spoke a few pleasantries to a guard and told I was a special for the blessed one in his native tongue.

Another door was opened and I was let inside. All the men started to lick their lips when I removed my shroud. Several women were there too. Poor dears, they looked stoned scared out of their wits. Near Ahman’s office stood a tall man. It was Amal. He licked too but I couldn’t tell from what angle and which side he was playing. There would be no hesitation today. My hormones were pumping beautifully.

Ahman came out. His eyes gazed right into me. He motioned to a man and several women to serve to my needs and showed me to his room up the stairs.

The bungalow was ready was built for all occasions. At least ten men, had Kalishnikovs, and other automatic weapons. Ahman knew he was trapped. He looked at me strangely like he was expecting me.

I hoped I wouldn’t disappoint. I was about to enter his room when Amal came up to me.

"Your scent smells of death my lady of the fair. You kill him I’m on your side. You miss, the wrath of Allah will fall upon you. My flower, I had orders."

His reply sent chills down my spine.

"What are you some kind of cleric? You hurt me and I trusted you. I have orders too Amal. The princess?"

"She is well. Jafar is not."

Amal left me suddenly as Ahman, saw me to his private chamber.

"Such a gift as you, my dear is uncommon even among the brightest stars. Even a rose could not match such loveliness."

"Your most kind effendi, my modesty does not deserve such compliment. Even in the darkest trials, your resolve is an inspiration to us all."

"Serve me to my wishes and the heaven’s are yours. Are your familiar, with belly dancing? What is your name child?

"It’s Natalia your grace. I know the art." I knew enough. I studied dancing as a young man. And did a little more during my simulated training. My new body came in handy.

He popped a CD into his player for such a conservative man supposedly his decadence shined through. I began to sway my hips and stomach. The sway in my pelvis worked the way I imagined a belly dancer would. It must have been hereditary. My Arab genes worked quite well.

I danced with all the passion I could manage and let the music take me. I first took off my over garments which were several scarves and through them around Ahman showing the nipples of my breasts. I felt like a stripper showing him my stomach and tight waist.

In an impromptu move, I clapped my hands like a flamenco dancer touching my left hand. There was a small ring that signaled Mike and Team Charlie I was inside.

As the music got faster, I gyrated with the music and started to spin. In an Ann Miller like step started to inch closer to him.

His eyes continued to stare into mine. Searching for something, he squinted briefly. My lenses were still the same when I was the princess but my face was different.

I started to throw off my clothing, my belt, my bra strap still leaving my skirt underneath were my weapons were. The music was almost over as I saw him reach into his over pocket for his pistol.

Quick as a cat, I reached for my gun and shot him square in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. I took out a vial of water. Ahman was still barely breathing. I opened his mouth and poured it into him. I wanted to kill him so much for all the pain he caused. I thought this would work better. I killed his manhood instead.

I helped him to the bed and let the CD play to silence to my movements. Stripped him of his clothes His large 6/6 body began to shrink and curve. His features grew softer and as his body hair just fell off him as he continued to shrink. His graying hair blackened and lengthened into a straight fall. Two mounds grew on his chest. 34d’s it looked. He was going to be a small woman 5/2 at the most. His voice turned sharper and higher, as the transformation ended. I went to the door to see if Amal was still around.

Suddenly there was a loud cry as long black hair fell down to pass her breasts. Reaching for a small dagger from under the nightstand. I wasn’t sure she would use it on herself or me. She was still groggy and tried to slice her wrists.

I grabbed the dagger from her and pushed back on the bed. In Farsi I said, "I was going to kill you. I killed your status instead. They’ll never believe you. More than likely, you’ll be taken for a wife or worse."

Still in shock her tone was grim, "Natala, let me die. Kill me I beg of you. You’ve done more than you know. I can give you names of all my cells. I can’t live this way."

"Honey, you don’t have a choice. As much as I’m interested I hate last minute deals. You’ll survive!" With that I left her cradled on the bed in a fetal position, sobbing profusely.

I saw Amal near the stairwell and motioned to him. He came in and looked dumbfounded at the lovely woman dazed and confused on the bed.

I told him of the Maiden of the spring. He understood what I had done. He smiled sneakily. Amal was in love again. The Opium dens would be busy with clientele. Their new girl was a hot one.

"What do we call her?" He asked me.

I thought of a children’s movie from Disney. "Jasmine?"

"It’s nice. My mother’s name, rest her soul, was Named Mira."

"Jasmine Mira Rahman. You’re destiny starts now."

Mira looked at me with hate, fear, and helplessness, than at Amal and cursed us. Moments later, Mike rushed into the room. Supposedly all the men had been taken care of. I told him not to shoot Amal or the girl. When I told him who was on the bed, he nearly died.

"Val, you borrowed government property. You’re supposed to kill not transform them. Well the concept is similar." He rationalized.

"HQ knew the plan, Michael. I killed his identity and his manhood. He wanted me to do a belly dance for him. His own inhibitions destroyed him. The lessons that young woman will relearn, about her country, her values will be a shock. She’ll accept them. She’ll have no choice in the matter. Or she’ll wind up dead or worse."

"Val, what you have done is an affront to his stature and to Islam’s pride. You’ve ruined him. If it makes you feel better, not all men in Islam hate. We have our needs yes and rules as well. I make you this vow to protect Mira for the rest of her life or mine. Still lessons will be learned. You have done our country and cause a good deal. There are others to take his place. Perhaps their times will come as well. I have much to do. Both of you must leave now." Amal said.

Mike radioed Team Charlie. Amal lead us to a back exit and we walked to the UN perimeter. We were back in Constantinople in a day.

----------------

Mike and I stood on a balcony looking, into calm Mediterranean Sea. "You believe about what Amal said back there?" He said.

"Mike I want to believe him. I’m still uncomfortable what Amal did to me. I wanted to transform or kill him too if I had to. I’m thinking about somebody else. Jafar Ahman. I think you would have liked him."

"I met him once about a year ago. Met Princess Annalisa just the other day. She’s home." He said and put his arms around me.

"I miss the Queen and the King. Annalisa I’m not sure about. I don’t know whether to scratch her eyes out or what."

"Well lover I have two first class tickets to Mogai. Then a round trip to the French Riviera, with a spa full of beer and ice for two crazy people."

"Michael, no! Oh, I love you!" I timed our kiss at ten minutes.

---------

I saw the two of them together sitting and talking, as mother and daughter. Sadness was in their hearts. I was introduced. I wore my uniform my skirt came down to my knees. My hair was pulled back. It was an Air Force uniform with an extra stripe or two. I received a promotion for my actions. But I didn’t feel like a hero.

The two saw me and weren’t sure how to react until my nametag appeared. Annalisa ran to me tears in her eyes.

"Valerie, I’ve missed you. I am so sorry. I’ve been worried ever since that…" She cried and hugged me.

"Anna you did what you had to do. I understand. I am so sorry about Jafar." Tears started pouring from me as I hugged her.

"Girls, please don’t start. I’ll cry too. Val, I am so proud of you. Words fail me dear. You made it home. The offer still stands you’re always welcome." Her Highness glided over to me and hugged me tight. The three of us drank tea. Our mascara running, the girl chat lasted all day on topics ranging from politics to clothes.

It was a fateful reunion. I told Anna about Ahman and his just desserts. The fact Amal would take care of her frightened and sickened Anna. Amal always kept his word and was loyal.

I left them vowing to return. I paid my respects to his majesty. He and Michael talked business or politics or both. The king was proud of me too. He wanted to adopt me. I have to admit I gave it some serious thought. Technically, I was still a member of the military. After my tour ended, I returned to them as a liaison with the foreign office between the US and Mogai. I was received into the Faula palace with open arms.

 

 

The Final Veil

 

The French Riviera in the summer is quite beautiful. The Mediterranean and the Atlantic meet, rock each other’s world. The rhythm of the ocean is beautiful to see.

Meanwhile at our Hotel, Mike and I had our ice bath two nights later after leaving Mogai. The first night we ate a lovely bistro near the shoreline. He wore his usual romantic smile and a black tuxedo. I saw this lovely satin low cut black dress that I had to have and wore.

"Well Mr. Bond, what should do after we eat?" I said smiling.

"Moneypenny, we should have dessert. A little ahem.. plum pudding should do it."

I blushed, "Gee Sigmund a Freudian slip or would you prefer seeing me in mine?"

"Valerie, don’t get cuter than you already are," Michael snapped.

"I heard from a mutual friend through channels. It seems his new girlfriend is getting along quite well, even though it’s been a few weeks."

"I presume she’s kicking and screaming?"

"On the contrary, Mira was given a crash course in subservience. Than given a whirlwind tour of the Uzbekistan border. It seems Amal has family there. There’s already talk of marriage. At least they’re out of Afghanistan. Cell names have been pouring out of her like she had morning sickness."

"No! Maybe Amal and Mira will start a little cell of their own. I’m sure they’ll be very happy together."

"I’m sure Amal will insist in his own sweet way. It couldn’t happen to a nicer couple. Now lets talk about us."

"Okay come here."

"No, you come here. Meet me halfway?"

He nodded. I leaned to kiss him at the table. Michael met me half way. We kissed for five minutes or so right in the restaurant.

"Lets get out of here Moneypenny. I’m feeling a little flushed."

"I’m feeling a little royal myself Commander." I said curtly.

Our hotel suite had a King size bed, satin sheets, hot tub, walk in shower, a great stereo system, everything two lovers could want. Food was optional. Michael and I explored all of it together having sex in every room of the suite.

Not ten minutes later, we were undressed in the bedroom, as he gave me an ice rub. He started at my stomach and worked his way up. The cold of the ice against my breasts hardened them. The pleasure swelled within my vagina as he entered me at the same time after having his fill with me. Several orgasms shot through me driving to moan in incredible pleasure. I nibbled on his left ear, drawing his lips to mine. As finally he made his way to my face and neck. I swallowed the ice and tasted his thumb as he kissed me.

He rolled me over with his muscular arms so I could be on top and I proceeded to massage his legs and body with my breasts than, swallowed his penis until he moaned than I kissed him. We traded places as he entered from behind, thrusting back and forth. The rooftops shivered. The orgasm sent me rocketing into his arms backward. Rolling me over again, we did it again doggie style.

With another piece ice in his mouth, massaged my back. I felt my entire being relax with his embrace. Studying the Kama Sutra, the tantric exercise alone lasted two days. Michael and I had sex every way we could imagine. Both of us came early and often. It was wonderful!

End

 

 

 

*********************************************
© 2001 by Jolene. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, compilation design) may printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without express written consent of the copyright holder.