A Lady No More Ch. 6

Martin Hastings "A Lady No More" Ch.6

                                                      Martin Hastings

                     "A Lady No More"

                             Chapter 6

                     

                     "Making a Real Lady"

     Martin stood in front of the city clerks counter at the courthouse totally humiliated. He was wearing a white flowing full length wedding gown, with large shoulder bows of lace and fluff and it was completed with a full veil. He wore elbow length lace fingerless gloves and his nails were sinfully long and red.

       He didn't understand why he had to dress like this to pick up his final divorce papers. People were standing around staring, taking pictures and laughing at his appearance. His divorce papers were handed to him by the clerk and Martin accepted them. Finally his marriage was over with the Baron. He was no longer Mrs. Vargos.

     The two men that were standing with him that had escorted him in then took Martin by the arms and forcibly led him down the hall to the Justice of the Peace.

      "Stop, what are you doing," Martin said not understanding what was happening. 

      He was being taken to be immediately remarried to another man. Another arranged marriage, to another man that was set up without his knowledge during his divorce negotiations.

      Martin tried to scream as he was ushered down the hallway, but nothing came out. Another man that he had not ever met was about to claim him as his wife with all the rights and privileges the law allows a husband. This was to be a private ceremony. The man was huge and was not a wealthy man like the Baron. Martin pushed back and then screamed out.

     "No! I don't want to marry him," he said struggling to free himself in desperation, "Get Darren, Marry me to Darren if I have to do this again," he begged sobbing. Martin then screamed "NO!" as he bolted into a sitting position awakening from another nightmare.

      Martin sat up alone in his bed. Why had he said he'd rather marry Darren? He had just had another nightmare about something that would have been unthinkable before he arrived here. Anything was possible here. What really bothered him the most was that his mind could even come up with such terrible thoughts all on it's own right from his subconscious. He held his head in his hands for a moment. Should he call Darren? He thought a moment.

     "No," he thought. "He'd get the wrong idea."

      "I need a woman companion," he thought to himself. "Lisa?" He did find her very attractive but she was a terrible person. "She wants money, and she would wants it now," he thought as if he could just call her up and she would hurry right over to service him. "I just need to feel the caress of a beautiful female again," he said softly. "I need to feel sexually and physically like a man again," he said and Lisa would be fine. All he really wanted to do was have sex the proper way, with the proper gender.

      Martin dialed the phone.

     "Hello," a sleepy but pleasant female voice said.

     "Missy, it's me Martin. Listen can you talk for a few minutes?"

     "Martin, it's 1:00 in the morning. What's wrong?" she said almost sounding concerned.

      "Everything is wrong. The fact I am here, it's all wrong," he searched for the words to say. "I just need to talk to real woman like a real man would."

      "You're jerking off aren't you Martin. You want mother to talk dirty to you while you do it? Is that it?" she said in an accusing voice.

     "No Missy, just stop with all that. I am having nightmares every night of being trapped as a woman forever. Married to different men. It is driving me crazy. Constance and is threatening me with a sex change and it's all about money. Nobody cares that I'm a person being manipulated here. I feel like my life should be the dream."

      "Oh baby, sounds like you need some counseling. I'm sure they will provide counseling the first year of your sex change hormone therapy as you prepare to become female. They are experts at helping with the psychological aspects of men becoming women."

      "Damn it Missy! I'm not planning on having a sex change. Look, I feel that if I had a female companion, even a secret meeting with a woman who I could have sex with like a real man and feel like a man again these dreams might go away or at least subside till the divorce."

      "Martin honey, are you asking me to come over and have sex with you?" she said sounding a little surprised.

     "Missy, it's more complicated than that."

      Missy began laughing, which caused Martin to feel embarrassed.

      "Use the phone. Call a concubine Martin. Order a male or female or both if you prefer. You have the ability."

     "Missy, I have no control of money right now, and concubines have to be approved by the spouse before they will have sex as long as I'm married and I'm sure he would say no, or worse yet, send me guys every night to just bend me over a chair and butt fuck me till this over just for his amusement."

      "Well at least you wouldn't be alone and have someone to share your affections with."

      "Missy stop the crap."

      "I have a man I am seeing Martin," she said still laughing. "He is attractive but his bank account leaves a little to be desired."

      "And I'm married, so what. You've never been faithful to anyone in your life accept yourself and money. Listen Missy, there is a possibility that I may get a large settlement out of this divorce if things go right."

      "Uhhhmmmm...............talking sexy to me now baby. That's not fair, my defenses were down," she cooed. "My legs are spread now tell me more." 

      "You're such a slut Missy," Martin said looking at the phone.

      "Uhm hum, so what's your point," she said giggling again. "I use what I have to get what I need."

      "Listen, I they are insisting I have to continue dressing as a woman during these divorce proceedings. I have no choice."

      "I've told you before Martin, there's nothing wrong with dressing like a woman. I do it every day. You look just fine in women's clothes honey. You have added a feminine flair to your male anatomy," she said still giggling.

       "It is DEGRADING for a man to be forced to dress like a woman Missy. There is a difference. I need to feel like a man or I'm afraid my mind won't make it to the end of this."

       "Sounds like your dick and balls may not make it either. Well Martin, I might help you with your need for a real woman but I do have a few things I want you to agree to first."

      "What is it Missy? I know, I know you want money in exchange for your services."

      "My services? Oh no Martin, you want my affection and I want much more than that. I'm saving your life as a man. What's that worth to you? I want a lifestyle in exchange for my part in this. One that continues after your divorce from the Baron is final. I want luxury, social standing, and a income on top of the settlement your father still owes me."

      "That's asking a lot for a few fuckings don't you think?"

         "You want pussy Martin? I'm not talking about my pussy but one of your own, because that is what you will have between your legs if they get their way you know."

       "Stop saying that," Martin hissed at her.

       "I don't know Martin. I haven't decided. I'm not really convinced that you shouldn't be a woman at this point. I think it may be good thing for you to be female in the long run Martin," she said as if pondering the idea. "I mean this is three marriages and you seem unable to take control of your life. You struggle as a man and dealing with women in relationships. There is nothing wrong with being a woman Martin," she said as she hung up.

      "MISSY," Martin yelled trying to stop her from hanging up.

      Martin couldn't sleep the rest of the night. He was afraid if he fell asleep he would enter another nightmare, but the conversation with Missy had not gone as he had expected. What had he expected though, that she'd come running right over? It seemed she now was using the fact he was in such desperate shape she could squeeze every last concession out of him in return for some kind of physical affection from her.

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     The next week was a blur. Martin was hustled to the courthouse on three occasions to listen to the arbitration of his settlement. Martin was dressed in a black skirt and blazer, fishnet black stocking and 6" pumps, was strapped to a chair and gagged as he had been in the courtroom.

     Martin could only listen and witness as Sarah was unwilling to concede on the offered settlement. There was no room for negotiation from the Baron's attorney's on him getting his inheritance back, and they even considered cutting the monthly allowance they were offering.

      This was going to the judge and Sarah had told Martin she had no idea how he would rule.

      To top off the week Martin was escorted by security under Constance's instructions and taken to a doctor for his first consultation of his impending sex change. This made everything too real now. Constance had no qualms with leveraging Martin's position and pushing the issue to get what she wanted.  

      Martin sat in a chair where his ankles were restrained in leather straps to the chair legs while he listened to what was to happen.  He pleaded his innocence of desiring to be a woman through most of the conversation as details and timings of the procedures were explained to him in more and more detail. He explained to the female doctor how much he didn't want to become a woman. She was nice and sympathetic to him but stayed firm to the legal request in front of her.

      "Some of the circumstantial elements surrounding your case are helping to support the decisions your husband has made. You are dressing and living as a woman full time obviously," she said in a soft tone. "You are dressed as a woman now, your community knows and accepts you as a feminine figure.

      "They see me as a perverted crossdessed man that sucks dick, not a woman. I'm being forced to do this," he hissed.

      "You are also in a arranged same sex marriage. Now I understand that in this type of marriage your family made the decision for you on who your spouse would be and not you," she said with a slight grin at the fact a man his age could be placed in an arranged marriage, "and under the law your husband can, and has requested you undergo the sexual reassignment process and surgeries to make you both legally and physically female."

      "I'm in the process of a divorce damn it," he yelled out through his tears. "I will be dressing like a man again after the divorce is final. That's all temporary stuff. What you're talking about is permanent."

      "I understand, but the fact is you are still married to the Baron and until you have those divorce papers in your hands you are legally subject to your husband's lifestyle decisions that he feels are best for you."

      "I can't believe this," he yelled

       "And we have a request form you filed with the state that you had requested a sex change yourself not long ago. Seems you have contemplated doing this yourself once upon a time."

       Martin just hung his head in total disgust.

       "Seems there are more than enough reasons to support moving forward on this and judging from your apparent reluctance to cooperate with the process you will be listed as a threat to run I'm sorry to say. Under the Runaway Bride Statute, you will be monitored and assisted in making sure you make all your appointments on time and cooperate with those that are assisting you in this endeavor."

      "You can't do this to me!" he shouted at her.

      "I'm afraid we can Mrs. Vargos and you have no say in this matter even though it is a very personal procedure you will be under going others are responsible for making the decision. I would suggest you try and cooperate at least physically," she said looking sternly at him. "We will step in and assist when required to keep your feminization process moving forward. I'm sorry this is not to your liking Mrs. Hastings but your husband does have this right by law and he exercising that right and that's all we need to proceed. We are not making the decisions here nor are we going to get emotionally involved in such decisions."

       Martin spent the rest of that day being evaluated by several doctors. A plan for hormones was discussed as well breast development that was to include implants along with the hormones. 

      The worst part was when Martin had to strip naked and have his penis and testicles examined. It was just a preliminary look into what it would take to remove his male organs and have a feminine reconstructed vagina put in their place. Martin was on a table with his legs up in birthing stirrups while he was examined.

       Martin stormed out of the clinic, tears in his eyes, escorted by two men that were assigned to him by Constance to insure he went to his appointments.

       Martin would give it all up in the divorce right now. He feared this had gone too far, but Sarah insisted he not give in yet, and of course Martin was gagged at any hearings and unable to speak his mind so it was assumed his legal counsel represented his view in the matter.

      At least all this was being done privately out of the eye of social snobs he knew and the press.   

      The next morning Sarah showed up early and Martin read the headline on the tabloid by Phoebe.

      "A NEW GIRL IN TOWN? Our own Mrs. Hastings, the eccentric crossdressing male wife of Baron Hastings has in an effort to save her marriage and stop the divorce proceedings for her alleged adulterous acts, has decided to have a sex change. YES, Mrs. Vargos had decided to become a woman. It is all part of discussion behind the scene that has Mrs. Vargos trying to show her love for the Baron and how much remorse she feels for her indiscreet actions with another man while he was away. After taking the VOW and agreeing to wear a chastity device as a symbol of true love and then faltering, Lady Vargos hopes that this new offer of chastity, not by device but by total removal of his own maleness will convince the Baron of her true love for him and will keep the marriage intact."

        Martin through the paper down.

       "All lies. The sex change is not........how do they know about this already?" he asked Sarah. "I'm not trying to any of this." 

       "We have to have the public think you are in love with the Baron and doing anything to stay with him," she said looking at her computer.

       "You did this?" he said stunned.

       "Well Phoebe and I did it. Listen Martin we are on the right path here. There are some very odd financial situations that are not being disclosed to us and thus seems to be the reason for the delay in your divorce. Your divorce is not being postponed so you can become a woman."

       "I can't just sit here and wait and hope there is something for me. Plans and dates are being made right now Sarah for my gender reassignment."

        "I know Martin. I can't do anything about that at this time other than tell you we will stop it as soon as possible. You may have to start hormones in the mean time. That is a law we can't negotiate right now but this is important. We can actually get concessions here."

        "What? Start taking hormones? This is important too Sarah. The rest doesn't matter to me if I get castrated and not able to be my old self after it's over."

       "Martin, I just want to make sure you are safe and secure when you are placed back in single status. We can get you back to your old life then. I will talk to you later," she said preparing to leave.
       As she walked away she thought to herself about what she had not told Martin. Sarah had doubts Martin would ever be able to return to who he was before even if she gained every concession. She didn't want to say that though. She needed him to stay as strong as possible, and that was not very strong.

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      That evening Martin felt alone. The collar he had worn right after the wedding ceremony that had a GPS as well as loud alarms, strobe lights, and shocks, was once again locked around his neck. Constance had this done to ensure she knew his whereabouts at all times. It also would set itself off when he was not going where he was suppose too. This included the clinic.

      Martin sat quietly in a comfortable chair totally naked having his third drink. His legs pulled up under him in the seat he looked at his red toenails. He rubbed them with his thumb. It bothered that his toenails were painted red. Men didn't paint their toenails like this, but somehow he was used to seeing them painted. His fingernails also painted red and perfectly manicured.

     "I can always take the nailpolish off when it's time," he said softly to himself in an accepting denial.

       He took a deep breath and gave some thought as to what life would be like as a woman. After all it was essentially what he had been doing anyway, but the thought of it having been forced on him, and the prospect of someone else deciding his anatomy should be altered made him feel weak, and helpless.

      Was the actual dressing as a woman what he hated most? Was it the clothes, makeup and hair? He had been doing this for a while now. Or was it the humiliation and embarrassment of being forced to do so in public while people laughed and sneered at him? Being paraded around for the amusement of everyone as some sex starved crossdressed man. Maybe was the idea that everyone that saw him thought it was his idea to be seen like this, after all that's what the gossip and tabloids were saying. It wouldn't be as bad if everyone new he was being forced to do this and felt sorry for him when they saw him. 
     "Really?" he said to himself, "Did I just think of a scenario that all of this would be OK in? What is wrong with me?" 

      He couldn't accept the idea of having sex with men. But as he had found out accepting the idea and doing the deed were two separate things. He didn't have to accept having sex with men, but he did have to do it.

      He stared off into the room. He could not deny the fact he had now had had sex with numerous men. Men he didn't even know had deposited their semen deep in his anal canal. It was no secret. People seem to accept the image of who he was and what they read on face value. That's al they needed. They expected him to appear as Lady Vargos and to the things he had been forced to do. 

       Somehow in Martin's mind when confronted with a sex change, this didn't seem like a bad alternative late in the night. He touched his penis. The idea it could be gone was something he couldn't deal with. It was more than living dressed as a woman and being fucked in the ass by a man. At least he still was a man. A captive man, but still a man. This was a power move to castrate him for monetary gains. Make him not a man, the ultimate show of power.

      Martin was nodding in and out when there was a knock on his door.

      It was dark out and he wasn't expecting anyone. He adjusted the collar slightly around his neck by pushing his finger in and pulling it down just a bit. It was tight and uncomfortable to wear and moved very little. He opened the door and looked around the edge because was still naked.

      "Missy?" he said surprised.

      "Hi Martin. Thought I would come by and see if I could maybe lift your spirits along with a few other things," she said smiling.

       "Are you serious?" he said

       "I'm here aren't I? You going to invite me in?" she said raising and eyebrow.

       Martin stepped aside and Missy stepped inside.

       "Oh, you're already naked I see," she said looking at him. "Do you walk around naked all the time?" she giggled looking at his sizable but limp penis.

       "What am I supposed to do Missy. Dress myself in a shower curtain? They sent me nothing to wear."

       She looked at his protruding walnut sized nipples. She touched one of slightly swollen mounds on his chest. Martin flinched.

       "Hey, if your just going to pull away from me when I touch you I might as well leave now." she said looking at him as she tweaked his nipple again to see if he flinched again. He didn't this time. "So what happened with these?" she said now holding both his nipples between her thumbs and fingers and then pulling them out stretching both of them, making him wince.

       "They were using suction cups on my nipples before the divorce came up. They did it daily and it hurt. I had to sit like an hour each day with them on. Made them start to sag and droop a little"

       "I see," she said listening. "I think they're kind of cute Martin," she said smiling.
       "On a man Missy? Please." he snapped.
       "Especially on a man Martin. Now, tell me more about how you got these got these nipplettes." 

       "After I was put out here, Dorothy and her bunch forced there way in here, held me down and injected my nipples causing them to swell into small mounds like you see now."

       "Injections huh?" she said cupping them in her hands and squeezing.

       "Yeah, and they hurt like hell injecting that stuff in there. I couldn't stop them, and I tried," he said the drinks causing him to sound sorry for himself and defeated.

       "Once you have breast of your own I think it would be absolutely darling for you to have these nipples protruding from the front of D-cup tits," she said looking up smiling, "Don't you think?"

       He moved her hands away. It was not something he wanted to talk about.
      "How would you like it if we did your tits like that?" he said.
       "Oh Martin, don't be ridiculous," she said shrugging of his suggestion.   

       "So what are you here for Missy?"

       "Why you invited me here to have sex. You said you needed a female companion to feel better about yourself. I'm just here to help, and judging from these titties I'm just in time," she said giving him a tender kiss that he felt all the way down to his groin.

       "The bedroom is in here," he said when she released her kiss,

       "Not so fast there girly boy," she said stepping back.

       "Don't call me that," he stated.

       "I will call you anything I want while we are doing this and you will say nothing about it Martin. I will be the dominant partner here. What do you care anyway? You just want the physical pleasure and sexy manipulations I'm going to give you. The orgasm"

        "I feel like I am always being demeaned by others like that Missy," he said almost whining,

       "But did the others suck your dick after saying it?" she said with a smile taking him to the couch.

        "Here sit down," said to the naked man. She then had him lean back against the arm of the couch. "Put one foot up here on the couch and leave the other on the floor and spread your legs for me baby. That's it," she said softly helping him into position. She pulled a roll of tape from her purse.

      "What's that for," he said watching her.

      "Oh this is just in case you can't follow the rules. You get to try once without the tape, once with the tape if you fail, and I will leave if you can't oblige me after that. Got it?"

      "Got what, I don't even know what we are talking about."

      "Just do as I say Martin and you will enjoy my sensuous attack on your body."

       "Wow," he thought. She was really going to do this for him. His mind was all on her and what she was about to do. He felt more a man already than he had felt since being here.

       "I'm going to make you feel like a real man Martin. You will have all the pleasure I can give you accept one," she said moving closer now.

       "What would that be?" he asked curious as to what she meant.

        "Never mind, you'll know. Now lay still and don't move. I mean just lay perfectly still. If I kiss you on the lips you will not kiss me back, you will just let me have my way. If you kiss me I'll tape your lips. More fun getting kissed on the lips isn't it Martin than the tape?" she said unbuttoning her blouse.

        He lifted his arm to help.

        "No Martin. Do not move means just that. You can't caress me or touch me. I'll touch you. Leave your arms limp at your side."

        "You want me to play dead?" he said in a flippant manner.  

        "Yes, but believe me, you'll be alive inside," she said pulling her blouse off.

       She unhooked her bra and removed it revealing her very large breast and erect nipples both courtesy of Martin's father. She reached down and gently rubbed Martin's balls for a moment giving him a smile. 
     "No smiles Martin. You get the tape if I have to say it again."
     She then pulled her pants down and soon she sat next to Martin as naked as he was. She crawled between his legs and started by sucking on one of his enlarged nipples. He moved his leg at the first sign of pleasure from the feeling.

      "I said don't move Martin. This is the last time I'll say it," she said before she began sucking on his nipple again twirling the other between her fingers.

       She then kissed him on the lips as she rubbed her crotch against his now firming penis. She stuck her tongue inside his relaxed mouth as he managed not to respond somehow. She kissed him deeply and seductively as she ran her fingers through his blond hair over and over again.

       She reached down and began massaging his penis while she kissed again and again. His penis was getting hard and his breathing very heavy now. She then suddenly broke from a passionate kiss and put Martin's hard penis in her mouth and began sucking it with force. Martin was lucky she didn't see his toes curling under or she might have stopped right there. He lay there motionless as she sucked his dick an expertise she had developed having done this to numerous men 100's of times.

       She moved up on him now and on her knees with here pussy right above Martin's dick. She took his dick and rubbed the oozing head against her pussy. Back and forth as she still stroked him.

     He lost control and began to cum. Missy let go of his erection immediately and allowed it to strain itself in the open air. He tried to reach down and stroke it himself but she grabbed his hands and held them. He tried to turn and rub against something, anything but she held firmly still. His hips lunged forward trying to touch anything to stimulate the orgasm he was having, but his erection stood straight up oozing, not ejaculating nice streams of semen out of the end of his penis. He pushed and painful burning sensation only got worse.

      "That's it pretty boy. Let it out real slow." She smiled and looked him in the eye. "Does it hurt baby." she said with her legs crossed watching him squirm.

     "Damn you Missy," he said in painful frustration as his semen continued to ooze out slowly.

      "Maybe we should just cut it off then," she said holding up a razor. 

      Missy laughed as she sat on him and he struggled.

      Martin opened one eye then another. Nobody was there. He had dosed off into another nightmare. A good dream gone bad this time. He sat naked on the edge of the chair hand in his hands.

      It was early and Martin was to be at another hearing this morning. He would be transformed into Lady Vargos again and humiliated as he listened to others plan his future for him.

      There was a frantic knock at the front door.

      "Martin. It's Darren open the door," he called.

      That was strange. Darren never panicked like that before.

      Martin opened the door and Darren looked right at him.

      "The Baron is dead. He was killed in an accident last night."

      Martin looked up and saw Sarah getting out of her car in a hurry to get inside.

       Martin looked at both of them not realizing he was standing in front of them totally naked, numb from the news.

      "Am I free to go now?" he said in a stunned voice.

      "No Martin. We need to talk. Now." Sarah said looking down at his crotch. "Put a robe on for Christ sake."

      "Is this another dream?" Martin asked.

      "This is no dream." Darren said with a smile.