Betty's Miracle, Grace's Rescue

 Betty's Miracle. 

Grace seemed to flow through the facility perimeter like water.   

As the noises at the front gate reached a crescendo, she clipped the exposed power cable and was satisfied to hear the hum from the fence cease.    

A light brush satisfied her that it was down and she clipped key links to let herself through.    

Inside she found the security monitoring office with no trouble,  the layout was exactly as the maps had anticipated.   

There would be 2 inside the room.   

She knocked.   The door opened and the guard didn’t have a chance to speak before the dagger was pushed up under his chin.     

Grace looked into his shocked eyes as she walked him into the room.   She shifted the blade and pulled, the guard dropped like a puppet with his strings cut.  His partner was just turning to investigate the sound when the same blade was plunged straight into his heart.  He reached for the alarm button but his pressure dropped and he was dead before he got as far.  

Grace was in.  

She keyed in a sequence that unlocked all the doors in the facility, even the cells.    

There was no commotion.  The Hucows were too tired or broken to even react to the loud click.    Some moved to the far corner of their cell, expecting the guards to drag them out for another session.  

Grace watched this on the monitors.  

“Cunts truly are a pathetic bunch who deserve domination”  Rolf Gregor said inside her head.  

The Sword of the Bay snapped back “It is imperial cruelty that has broken them.  Male Pigs would be just as cowardly after this treatment and they can’t even be forced to give birth!”  

“Please, get them out!” Milkytits the Hucow pleaded with them

Grace put her hands on the sides of her head.   She knew she was going mad!  

Rolf, the man she had been before the Femdom Matriarchy’s “Treatment” Turned her into a woman.  

Milkytits, the breeding Hucow Slave the Empire had made of her on her return. 

The Sword of the Bay, the heroic name the FLF and FRA had given her when she fought along side them while working as a sleeper agent thanks to the mind control implants of David Chaste.  

She was Grace!   The Grace of Vengence and she was here with a mission!

She looked back over the monitors.   Not many guards,  why would they?  Little girls and broken Hucows were all they had to deal with.  Most of the Staff were Bulls, tasked with keeping the Hucows pregnant.  When she was Rolf, she used to joke with her fireteam that being a Bull was her retirement plan.  

She clenched her hand around her knife and pulled it out of the guard’s chest.  It resisted, so she gave it a twist to break the suction.  

Two minutes later, she was in the Barn.  They must be running 24/7 cause she could still hear the Shuck-Clack-Shuck-Clack of the milking machines.   She had spent more than a year attached to one of those things and the sound almost sent her into a panic. She channeled the panic into rage.   A Much more useful emotion.  Each stall was separated.   GHS liked to isolate the Hucows as much as possible to prevent solidarity.   Grace could see that they were occupied.  Each one had a slave pinned to it with a machine pumping away.    

Not her mission.   

She moved on, but part of her hated herself for it.   

Halfway down she came upon a Bull,  He had his back to her and was Balls deep in the Hucow he was trying to impregnate.   

The voice that was Milkytits reminded her what it was like to be helpless on the rack, and feel a man use her from behind.   Reminded her of the humiliating sensation of his penetration and the sicking wetness as he deposited his seed.    

Grace pulled her knife free and came up behind him.    

She put a hand over his mouth and the blade up under his balls.   The man went stiff.   

“For Milkytits”  She whispered in the man’s ear and she slid the blade up with all her might.  

The Bull cried out in agony as his manhood was severed and he fell backwards flailing his hands.   He grabbed at where his cock and balls had once been as Grace let him fall to the ground letting out a massive scream.   

“Quiet!” She yelled as she grabbed the severed member off the floor under the cunt he had been fucking and jammed it into his open mouth.  She clamped his jaw shut.  The blood was pooled around his ruined crotch on the floor.  She sliced the inside of his thighs to open the arteries.   She watched him bleed out and smiled as he died.  

She stood back up and came around to look the Hucow in the eye.   

Not my mission damnit!  Not my mission!!

The Hucow was wearing a ring gag,  she must be a new arrival, they were always gagged the first month. 

Not my mission, but Chaos is a great distraction.  

She cut the leather strap of the gag before beginning to unlatch the chains holding her in place.  

“What’s your name?”  Grace asked.  

The Hucow worked her jaw for a moment and replied “Betty.”  

Betty stood and started to look

“No! Don’t look!”  Grace warned her.    “It’s time you get the others out of here and forget this place.”  

“Who was he?”  She asked.  

“The father of my daughter…maybe”  Grace replied.   

Betty looked at her shocked.  “You were here?  Like us?”  

“For a time,” Grace said.   She pulled a subcompact pistol from her ankle holster and gave it to Betty.  “Just grip it tight so that button is pushed in, and pull the trigger.   It’s a grip safety, so it should be easy.  There are seven shots.”  

Betty looked down at the pistol in her hand.  Her prayers had been answered.   “Where will you be?” She asked, suddenly afraid.  

“I”m getting the kids!”  Grace replied already leaving the stall.   “Get the women out!  FLF lines are to the Nortwest!   Get across and start a new life!” 

Betty moved to the next stall and began unchaining the pregnant woman there.   

Grace sprinted through the barn and pushed open the door marked “Nursery”  

Twenty minutes later it was over.  No man still breathed in the facility.   Between Grace’s knifework, Betty’s bullets and the bare hands of the liberated Hucows,  every Bull and guard was dead.

 Grace carried a 2 year old girl in her arms and held the hand of a 4 year old while she led two dozen other daughters of the facility out into the courtyard where she met Betty, dressed in ill-fitting male clothes and holding her gun.   Behind Betty was a contingent of women, most of them naked or wearing looted garments.    

“Take these children with you!   They deserve a chance at freedom.”  Grace said.  

Betty nodded.   “I don’t know who belongs to who!”  Grace announced to the women gathered.   “But if you have had a child here, she is among these!”  

The women rushed past Grace and each embraced a child, some were as old as ten, others were newborns.   Every eye had tears in them.  

Grace turned and walked toward the broken gate.   

“Where are you going?” Betty asked.  

Grace turned.  “These are my girls.”  She said.   “We have plans of our own.”   She pointed Northwest.   “FLF Is that way,  Just a couple days by foot.   Avoid roads and DFA patrols.”  She turned and began walking

“Thank you!” Betty called from behind her.  

Grace made her way back up the logging road to find the Sorority sisters already geared up and waiting.   

On the shore, when the Femdom Matriarchy boat arrived,  she hugged her daughters one last time and handed them over to the sisters.   “You listen to these women!  And you have a good life!”      

Grace turned to go back up the beach, hodling her emotions in check when she heard a soft childs voice call 

“Bye Mommy!”  

Grace wept all the way back to the house.