The Dictator's Revenge

Danny was angry about what he had gone through in the last 11 months.  He remembered his past as an anti-government protester.  He had penned numerous articles and letters about

the brutal leaders in charge of the land.  During many of the protests in the city he had been there, right up there right in the front

 

of the crowd yelling about how the government, and especially the evil

dictator, needed to be overthrown for the future of the country.  Then last

spring he remembered being arrested and placed in a dingy holding cell with

many of the other protesters.  He recalled being brought before a magistrate

and the verdict of “an appropriate sentence as determined by the leaders of

the land,” whatever that meant.  Then he had been taken to a hospital ward

somewhere in the country, and remembered little until he was eventually

brought out of his drug-induced coma.  He had been so sore and weak.  Then

before he even totally awoke, he was visited by the evil dictator and three

of his staff.  As the dictator spoke, he understood what had happened: “You

caused me many unhappy days with all of your chantings and writings, and I

thought it was only fitting that your punishment give you the opportunity

to please the government.  You have been transformed into a pretty woman,

Daniella, and you will now serve my staff and myself as we see fit, and when

we want you.  You will be our little whore.  Once you recover, you will be transferred

to the women’s prison, where you will be kept in solitary confinement, but you

will have privileges the other women do not have.  When we want you, we will

fetch you.  In the meantime, enjoy yourself.  And be careful of your two hours

daily with the other prisoners, pretty one.  My guards will make sure the others

know that you are now our favorite little bitch, and they may not be pleased.”