A/N,

OK, this is where things get dicey, and just downright mean. This chapter contains sexual violence, fair warning. I tried to be as descriptive yet delicate as possible, but it can be interpreted in a myriad of ways.

Just keep reading. Remember,... Gun/Mantle/Third act/Boom. I am going somewhere with this.

I woke up in the same white room as before, and just as pain free. The mirror was already there this time, they knew I'd want to see the latest update of Michael 3.0.

"Oh shit! She turned me into Hans!" Well, I didn't have his face, apparently she was still happy with the one I had, but my physic was all beefcake. I was maybe twenty five centimeters taller, and about fifteen centimeters broader at the shoulders. Clothes off again, just look at those pecks! Hmmm, junk looks the same. Guess she was OK with that, too.

Anna, you devilish fox you. She tricked the Masters into a rebuild of me. By letting me turn myself into a pile of garbage. It was a risky gambit, but it worked. Now I was a Man-Hunk. I looked like I could be a king. Now to become one.

"So what do you think of the new you, Michael?" Olaf was there in his role of guide once again. Apparently he's gotten used to the nudity.

"Seems a bit much, so how long did this actually take?" The answer would blindside me.

"Approximately one and a half of your years."

"YEARS?!" Oh my God no, what has she done? Lies, nothing but lies! I must remain calm, I don't want to show my hand to Olaf.

"Please Prince Michael, we must leave, the Queen is anxiously awaiting you, and you do not want to make her angry." It's just as I feared, or worse.

The shuttle made it's approach, and once again I couldn't see out. When it landed it made a metallic clang sound. We didn't land on dirt. The gate opened into a giant courtyard, with high walls which looked like poured concrete, large spired watch towers on the corners and a very large gate in the middle. I knew what I'd see before I turned around. Yep, nailed it. A medium sized castle, looking somewhat like the one in Frozen, but it was stark, no rosemaling could be seen, or any decor, banners, flags, and barely any windows.

"Ah, the future King has finally arrived. Well, look at you! Mm, Mm, Mm,... that's as fine a piece of horseflesh as I've ever seen!" Anna walked up to me and smacked me on the ass. What happened?, why'd I agree to this? Oh yea, right. I was a ball of nothing before I left. She had me right were she wanted, helpless, and she looked positively evil.

"Guards!, escort Prince Michael to my chambers. We have some 'business' to attend to."

My God! This is a horror, I must be dreaming. Rows of metallic automatons entered the courtyard from a small door in the castle. There would be no fight here, it'll have to wait.

Two of the 'Clankers' broke ranks and grabbed me by the arms with a vise-like grip, I struggled only to show my displeasure. They looked like suits of armor, how fitting. As I was dragged into the castle, it gave me the impression of a prison. There were no decorations of any kind. Dreary brown walls, lit by fake torches. If the main foyer looks like this, then what do the dungeons look like? Did this place even have dungeons? Just then I heard the screaming,... guess that answers that question.

Monster. this woman has become a monster, and it's my fault. I seen this coming, and did nothing.

She acted like it was just a game, but it wasn't, it was a prelude to tyranny. I must stop her, but I must be patient, bide my time, and strike at the first opportunity.

As I was led up the stairs, she made her first mistake. Being led down the hall to her bedchamber, I counted the steps and doors. I know were you live, bitch. The guards threw me in the room and locked the door.

I heard the key in the lock, and she entered. I saw two guards posted at the door. She had two orbs that followed her in, I guess I didn't want to know what they were programmed for. She was dressed similar to Elsa's ice dress, but it was all black, the slit going way up to her waist. The flowing cape didn't have snowflakes in it, they looked more like hourglasses, ugh,... The Black Widow. She had cut her beautiful hair very short, dyed it jet black. All meant to be very intimidating, of course.

My Anna. The bringer of death. And suffering.

"So what is this business? What do you want to discuss?"

"I don't want you to say anything, big guy."

"Anna, I don't..."

"SILENCE!, you will refer to me as Queen Anna and you will take me right now, or I swear, I'll drag one of our 'subjects' from the dungeons, and flog one to near death every twenty minutes until you do!"

Now I was angry, she turned this paradise into a jail, all with the help of the Masters, of course. I knew it was wise to not trust them. There was nothing I could do to help my people, except go thru with it. Fine. But she didn't say how she wanted it, and I was in the mood for a good ravaging.

I grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and threw her face first on the bed. Then I took my left hand and pinned her down at the base of the neck. Bet ya' wished ya' hadn't made me so strong right now, huh bitch?! I ripped her cape off and raised her skirt, then tore off her tiny undergarments. Putting my hand between her legs I pulled her backside into the air. I also found out she was quite aroused, I wanted to stick that hand in boiling water, just to clean off the filth.

I took my pants off, and she didn't move. I climbed on top of her, pinning her head down with my foot, shoving her head far enough into the mattress to make it tough to breathe.

I hammered her as hard and fast as I could, hoping her pleasure would be kept to a minimum, which wasn't a problem, it had been a very long time. I finished fast and messy. As I climbed off her, I hit her ass hard enough to leave a hand print, and knock her flat on the bed.

I put my pants on and started to leave, the doors already opening.

"I hope you enjoyed that one, Olaf,... and be sure to save me a copy."

Then the guards escorted me to my 'room'.