Martin Hastings "A Lady No More"
Chapter 11
The man at the funeral home met Martin and Darren at the back door. It was very late, the night before the funeral.
Martin now understood the game he had to play, at least for now. Appear to the public to be the victim of an over zealous group of attorneys attached to the Baron. It was now becoming obvious that Martin would be rewarded his husbands estate. The attorneys for Constance and the Baron figured the leverage of forcing the sex change would sway any man to think differently.
The public appearances while hobbled in chains and locate collar were demoralizing and embarrassing. It was so the public could see Martin being controlled and being kept from running from the sex change if it was ordered.
The thing was it was Martin's team that was pushing this scenario. Phoebe was playing it up in the tabloids while the Baron's lawyers were denying they wanted Martin publicly restrained an it was all propaganda to sway public opinion and sympathy to Martin, who was being put through all this just after losing his husband. And it was working.
"Good evening Randy," Martin said when the door opened, escorted by Darren.
"Sir, uhm ma'am," the man said a little surprised at Martin's appearance.
"I'm here to see my husband. You said he was ready to be viewed?" Martin asked as he carefully stepped inside building with Darren holding his arm.
"Yes," the man said politely. "He's right inside here."
"Let's have a look at the bastard then," Martin said under his breath to Darren as if he had better things to do.
"Though I must say we have some unusual request at times, we are very discrete in these matters of last request."
"So good to hear," Martin said with a smile.
Martin was wearing a black party dress and black stockings with black 6" spike heels with 2" platform pumps. A black sequined pill box hat was on his long blond wig with a black veil that covered his stocking covered face. The alarm collar was attached around his neck and was hooked up and armed allowing him to be on his own for short periods of time, though Darren was with him now.
Martin asked Darren to pull the veil back after they entered the funeral home, his facial features distorted and blurred by the stocking tightly pulled over his head. Martin's hands were cuffed in front of him and he wore ankle hobbles.
Randy looked at the chain between Mrs. Vargos ankles and his handcuffs.
"You like them Randy?" Martin said with a sly smile. "Some of my more formal jewelry. There are some people out there that are afraid I might try and run away from a scheduled sex change I have pending. You don't mind do you?" Martin said staring at Randy with a sense of power in the intimidation that was on the man's face.
"Uh no, No not at all," Randy said nervously.
"Randy, as a man how would you feel if lawyers were debating behind closed doors your sexual status? I mean I could end up being a girl just because I lose this case, not because I want to be one. Funny how these courts think they know what's best for me, and there is nothing I can do about it."
"Uhm, I don't know ma'am. It would be very scary."
"Yes, I guess it would," Martin said glancing up at Darren.
It was in all the tabloids that the Baron had intentions of having Martin's sex changed before he died to ease Martin's sexual tensions. The discussion was public knowledge, driven by Martin's team to create a public sympathy for his situation. Even though it was common tabloid fodder Darren wished Martin would keep quiet and not talk about it in public.
Martin minced in an exaggerated manner behind Randy in his six inch heels and ankle chains as they went to the room the coffin was in. Martin allowing one of his wrist to hang limp as he waited in an exaggerated stance.
"Really?" Darren said softly in Martin's ear.
"What's the matter darling," Martin said sarcastically to Darren, "I know you like what you see, so just hush."
They entered the room and the casket was sitting by itself in the middle of a room. They approached it. The casket was opened and there lay the Baron.
"You promised me Darren. I have to walk around town dressed like a perverted woman, with chains, not to mention a sex change hanging over my head as a strategy to win, I need to start seeing things that are a little more positive coming my way."
They stepped up to the casket.
"Well, what do you think?" Darren said looking at Martin with a slight smile.
The Baron was wearing a red satin, knee length dress with D-cup padded bra. His face heavily made up, but professionally done. He had a long blond wig with hair pulled in front laying on his chest and with a large red bow on top of his head.
The Baron's waist was extremely small. It seems that a leather corset can bind a man quite tightly and constrict him in an extreme fashion when he can't complain.
"What a beautiful waist. I like that distinct hour glass look. How much smaller is his waist?"
"Eight inches ma'am."
"That's all? Just eight inches."
"Yes ma'am, and that was very difficult to do by myself."
"Well, did you hang him up by his wrist while doing it? That's the way us ladies get corseted you know. He wasn't complaining I'm sure."
"Yes ma'am I did."
Martin smiled and nodded then looked back at the Baron.
Both the Baron's ears had been pierced the entire perimeter and adorned with large different color rhinestone studs.
"Nice work," Martin said reaching down and squeezing the padded cups of the bra.
"Open the lower part please," Darren said. "The best is below."
"Yes, I want to be sure all his and my final wishes were honored," Martin insisted like this was his idea for his husband.
The Baron's hands were crossed in front of him holding a small white beaded clutch purse. His fingernails long and red. His legs shaved and encased in black fishnet stockings and his feet were in red 6" high heels. Darren had Randy pull one of the heels off. Randy held the foot up so Martin could see that the Baron's toenails were painted.
"Oh Baron sweetie, your toenails are painted red like a little girl, but that's the color toes are supposed to be, isn't that right Baron darling," Martin said in a mocking tone. "He looks beautiful Randy. He always said he wanted to be buried dressed like this you know," Martin said turning and looking at Randy. "You are the only one to witness this right?" he asked.
"Oh yes ma'am.......uhm sir," Randy stuttered not sure which was correct.
"Show Lady Vargos the rest randy," Darren said gesturing. Randy lifted the Baron's dress in front and pulled down the panties. There was no penis and no balls or pubic hair. Just a heavy cross stitching of dark sutures that closed the area where they once were.
"Oh my," Martin gasped. "How lovely. I wish I could have only had this done for you while you were alive sweetheart." Martin then whispered in the Baron's ear, "You deserve this, I only wish you could have felt it when your balls were cut off."
Martin then stood up and turned to Randy once again taking on the exaggerated mannerisms that were Lady Vargos now.
"Where are my husbands dick and balls I might ask?" Martin said curious.
"In the purse ma'am."
"In his purse?" Martin repeated looking at the purse and then laughed. "His balls and dick are in that little purse he is holding."
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Say it again for me please. I want to hear that again."
"Uhm, I removed his male genitals and placed them in his purse," the man said a little reluctantly. "I was instructed that that was what you wanted."
"That's right Randy dear, and that is a very good spot for them."
Martin looked at the purse. The Baron's hands clutching it at his belly button, his brightly colored nails laying on top of it. Three large cocktail rings on each hand. Martin placed his hands on top of the Baron's. He then ran his finger down one of the Baron's red fingernails then across the purse. Martin squeezed the purse and smiled. He could feel the contents.
"Darren darling, I bought a big fat dildo for my husband's ass for the funeral. Did you get that here? I asked you to have it placed in my dear husbands ass."
"Yes he did," Randy said.
Randy pulled the Baron's legs apart so Martin could see the large rubber dildo had been placed in the Baron's ass. Martin had bought it on one of his shopping sprees. Martin had purchased the largest one they had in anger to the snickers of the store employees. He had told Darren he wanted the dildo stuck up the baron's ass forever. They girls all assumed he would take the large object home and use it himself figuring he was lonely for the Baron.
"I see you got it all the way in," Martin said looking between his legs. "Did his asshole resist at all?"
"Oh no ma'am, no problems at all. Once he was lubricated it slid right in. Once you have given your approval I will push it all the way in."
"Go ahead then."
The dildo was pushed completely inside the Baron's rectum. Not a sign of it showing.
"Very good," Martin said.
Darren took a couple of pictures of the Baron.
"I think we're ready to finalize this," Darren said nodding to Randy.
Randy approached the end of the casket, propped up the Baron's head with a small bolster, then reaching over to a table picked up a Bliss Mask that had been purchased for this. It was slowly placed on the Baron's face, and adjusted slightly. Then the straps were wrapped around his head and pulled to secure the mask.
"Tighter," Martin said staring at the Baron watching the process with little emotion.
Randy took the straps one by one and pulled them as tight as he could. The mask pressing down hard on the Baron's face.
Darren took another picture of the Baron in his Bliss Mask.
Darren reached out to Randy taking his hand and placing a large sum of cash in it. "You may seal the casket now."
Martin then held his hand out with a limp wrist. Randy took his hand.
"Thank you so much Randy," Martin said holding on to the man's hand and taking a step towards him, smiling and staring into his eyes.
"Yes sir," Randy said pulling his hand back with nervous intimidation. "I'm glad you are happy."
This was Martin's first experience with using money as a power tool in this crazy place, though he did it through Darren. This man had been paid handsomely for what Martin had requested. There were ways to keep it quiet also.
"Oh Randy, darling, are you married?" Martin said in a cheerful tone.
"Uhm no sir," he said looking up.
"Let's just make sure all this stays between you and I. I have enough gossip and tabloid issues with this sex change thing without details of how the Baron wanted to be buried being circulated. I'd like to let this information out as I see fit."
"Oh yes ma'am."
Martin was now using the same tactics for his own benefit. The Baron would be buried in a closed casket ceremony, and Martin would have the satisfaction of knowing that inside that casket lay the man that tormented him, legally taking him sexually as if he were a woman, was now dressed head to toe as a woman himself and had been castrated and his ass filled for all time. The castration was not legal, but a lot of things that were happening now were not legal Martin was finding out. Money has a tendency to decide what is and what is not legal in many of the gray areas of the law.
The casket was sealed and it was loaded and taken to the burial site on the manor grounds.
Martin was escorted out by Darren.
"Well, what did you think?" Darren asked.
"It was all beautiful. That bastard should have that done before he died by the courts that make all these stupid laws supporting this shit," Martin said getting all wound up.
"I agree with you Martin. It doesn't make up for any of what you have been through."
"And because you did all that doesn't mean you are going to be allowed to spread my legs and mount me as a thank you." Martin then looked over at him, "But thank you. I at least feel you are sincere in your feeling my marriage and treatment as his wife were all wrong."
"Until the funeral is done, we think that you should keep all your encounters with Sasha private and at the manor. The public knows you are in mourning and........."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...." Martin replied looking out the window.
There were literally hundreds of people assembled to say their goodbyes the the Baron. As in all the social events, each one made sure that Martin saw them there, because future fundraisers would now depend on Lady Vargos and nobody wanted to be left out.
Constance and Leo stood in front of Martin. She was furious with the control Martin had over the funeral ceremony. Though he was still embroiled in many legal aspects of the marriage, divorce, SRS, and other things he was still legally the widow of the Baron.
"How dare you," she said then backed off. Why? You see how many people are out there. They came to say goodbye to my son."
Martin smiled at his new found power.
"I was his wife. I decided that I wanted the casket closed. I wanted people to remember the Baron standing as a man of great power," he said knowing the real picture. "I mean I had him buried wearing a dress. Do you really want the public to see that? I can have the casket opened."
"What? You did no such thing," she said startled.
"I'm afraid so. Dressed completely head to toe as a woman. He like that behind closed doors. Didn't you know that?"
"That is a lie. My son did no such thing."
"Here is a picture of him. Recognize him?"
Constance stood with her mouth wide open at first.
"You had this done to him."
"He deserved it Constance after what he did to me, and you were no better." Martin said.
"And it looks like we will be getting almost everything here shortly," said Darren walking into the room.
"Things haven't changed, you owe me my money" Constance snarled.
"Your son just died and all you are really worried about is your money and social status. Tell me, what would you actually do to get that back?"
"I will not be blackmailed by you."
"Yes you will. You will be blackmailed by me and be thankful I allow you to hang around."
"Listen to me you pervert," Constance said pointing her finger, "Nothing has changed."
"Oh yes it has. Everything has changed. When I win, you and Leo may continue to stay in the west wing of the mansion for now. However I am thinking the guest house would be a more appropriate place for the two of you."
"I will not be treated like this," Constance said in frustration.
"You already have been bitch," Martin said.
He offered his arm to Darren and walked away limp wrist hanging to one side.
Martin didn't accept dressing like Lady Vargos, but was now accustomed to everyone seeing him this way and besides, he had a private dinner planned this evening with Sasha.
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