MMH 21Chapter Twenty One
Chapter 21
Martin watched the guest from the table. The Baron was still
making the rounds without his new wife at his side, receiving congratulations
from everyone. Martin watched as Leanne stood and walked out of the room. The
plug in his bottom still causing discomfort, even more since he had sat down.
Martin was suddenly surprised when a woman approached him from
behind.
"Lady Vargos, excuse me but would you please accompany me for a moment. A private audience has been requested of you," she said touching his arm.
"Well tell them request denied. I don't want to see anyone right now," he said thinking about what Missy had just said to him.
"I'm sorry sir, but this audience with you has been approved for you, so if you don't mind," she said taking Martin's arm now.
Martin wondered and then worried who it might be. He looked around for that strange man taking pictures, and couldn't find him. "Oh great," he said as she helped him stand and walk out of the room.
Leanne was waiting for Martin down at the end of a long hallway, where she took him by the arm now.
"Thank you very much. I'll take it from here," she said leading Martin into the room. Martin stopped suddenly seeing the familiar styling chair with the straps hanging and waiting in the middle of the room. Leanne had warned him the chair would be brought here. He pulled away from Leanne.
"What is this? You haven't had enough fun at my expense yet? What's this about?" Martin said backing away from her pointing at the chair.
"Just settle down. I'm not going to do anything to you. At least not yet. Just have a seat. You will be fine." Leanne said holding up the remote control that would activate the shock in his butt plug if she so desired.
"You said you would take this thing out of my ass after the banquet."
"And I will, after your little meeting is over."
"What little meeting? Who is this meeting with?" he asked as he slowly sat down in the chair. "And why do I have to be strapped in this chair to meet this person?"
"You'll find out soon enough," she said as she went to work securing him in the chair. The chair had many 2" straps attached to it. Leanne first strapped both Martin's wrist to the arms tightly. Then she strapped both forearms just before the elbows. Pulling them tight before buckling them.
"That's too tight. Loosen them up some."
"Hush Lady Vargos. I'll decide how tight they should be, not you." Then she continued. She strapped his upper arms at the biceps. Martin watched as she snugged him in the chair. Without any concerns for Martin she pulled hard on the waist strap pulling him up tight against the back of the chair.
"Leanne, why are you doing this so tight?" Martin spat out as he felt himself becoming more and more immobilized.
"Quiet please Lady Vargos," she said now pulling the strap at his chest above his padded bra. Leanne removed the hobbles just above Martin's knees, then she made sure his thighs had a strap wrapped around them and pulled tight holding them together, then another just below his knees. Finally his ankles were strapped together and secured to the chair. Leanne stood in front of him and looked at the helpless feminized man for a moment.
"Getting some cheap thrills you sadistic bitch?" Martin hissed at her as she looked at him.
"Oh, I'm not done yet." she said as she walked behind him raising the headrest on the chair. Martin's head was pushed back against the headrest and held firmly as a strap was then pulled tightly across his forehead securing his head to the head rest. A chin strap that was also attached to the head rest was fastened in place and that finished the scene. Martin sat motionless unable to move.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked only able to move his fingers and toes now.
"You have a special guest Lady Vargos. This was all needed I'm afraid," Leanne sweetly patted Martin's cheek and then with a smile she pulled her hand back and gave him a hard slap across the face. The slap shocked Martin. She pretended like it was no more than a little love tap, but she slapped him hard and it stunned and hurt the unsuspecting Martin. She then pumped the chair up as high as it would go and turned the helplessly bound Martin slowly away from the door.
"Now don't you go anywhere. It's time for your meeting," she said smiling as she turned to leave. Martin could hear Leanne's heels as she walked out of the room. He sat stiffly erect in the modified styling chair, wearing his pink dress and pink high heels. He had no idea why she had done this to him. She had never immobilized his head like this before. Martin gripped the ends of the chairs arms twisting in the tight bonds, becoming more and more anxious as he sat alone in the quiet room. Then he heard the door open and the sound of high heels slowly approached him from behind.
"Really sucks doesn't it Martin. Having all this celebration for your new found captivity, and sexual slavery. I mean that's what it really is right? They call it marriage." a male voice said from behind him.
Martin felt the chair being turned around slowly to find it was Dorothy. He had seen Dorothy at the banquet, but they had not mingled during the evening. Dorothy was dressed very appropriately for a woman that might be attending such a huge social event as this one. His hair was done up formally much like Martin's, and his face glamorously made up. He wore a low cut dress that was knee length and had a full skirt. The dress was a deep sapphire blue color, and had a sequined bodice with a silk skirt. He walked in front of Martin carrying himself as if he were actually a young lady. Martin couldn't help but notice Dorothy's real cleavage that was exposed by the low cut dress he was wearing.
"What the hell are you doing? Why are you still wearing a dress? I thought you said nobody is making you do this shit now," Martin said looking at Dorothy's breast. Dorothy laughed and looked down at himself.
"This dress? I actually bought this dress for myself just to wear here tonight for your banquet. What do you think of it?" he said flaring the skirt out with his hands, smiling as if he was waiting for a compliment on his dress .
"What do I think of it? I think you've lost your mind. You said you hated being forced to dress as a woman and do all this," Martin said as looked for an answer.
"Martin, you as well as anyone should know by now, that the way I dress says absolutely nothing about who I really am. Especially here. What does it say to you that I'm dressed like this right now? Tell me Martin, I want to hear it," Dorothy said as he smiled and winked at him.
"I don't know. You have gotten so used to being forced to be a woman you have forgotten who you used to be. Don't you want to be a man again?" Martin said with a puzzled look on his face, with his eyes shifted over to Dorothy, unable to move his head. Dorothy laughed at Martin's struggled answer.
"Oh Martin. I never quit being a man. Look, I don't like to wear women's clothes anymore now than I ever did, and I will stop soon. It's not a desire of mine to wear women's clothes. I've worn them for so long though that it doesn't really bother me to be seen like this anymore, at least around these parts. Look, I have breast Martin. Remember?" Dorothy said as he pushed up on his breast. "What else would I wear here tonight? I would have caused much more of a stir had I shown up suddenly dressed as a man with tits, don't you think? I mean after all this how people expect me to look right now when I show up to these things." Dorothy looked at his nails and sighed, "It was just easier I guess."
"You're as nuts as the rest of these people here. You have turned into some kind of fag," Martin said looking a little disgusted at him.
"No Martin, That's not true. I have a beautiful woman now who takes care of all my needs. Money can overcome a lot of obstacles. Funny, she doesn't even seem to notice I am wearing women's clothes."
"Yeah right. No real man would just go buy a dress for himself to wear to a public banquet."
Dorothy looked Martin over and then he just smiled for a moment. "You look very pretty in that dress Martin. Are you a real man?"
"Yes, damn it. It's not the same. I'm not the one dressing myself up like this and you know it. I'm a real man."
"I'm a real man too Martin." Dorothy ran his finger gently tracing the edges of the chin strap holding Martin's head firmly in place, as he reflected for a moment. "Listen, I have something I want to tell you. I know what is happening to you and the reason you are here."
"Why am I here?" Martin said through a stiff jaw. Dorothy paused for a moment more.
"Well...?" Martin said impatiently.
"Martin, you've already been told your father set this whole thing up for you, and that is all true. The process all started back when you were married to your second wife. You know the one that you felt Missy had forced you into a divorce," Martin reflected with a scowl on his face.
"What?"
"Well you were right in your assumption, Missy did actively pursue getting your marriage annulled behind your back. It was unknowing on her part though that she was set up to do the deed. She thought she was getting a gold digger out of your life while trying to impress your father by caring so much about you." Dorothy then smiled. Martin was speechless at this point. "Of course we both know there is no bigger gold digger than Missy. Right?" Dorothy grinned. "She silly girl actually thought she was married to your father you know. She was just a young public show piece for him. He didn't care about her. Ask her how many times her pussy was touched by your father during their marriage. Zero times would be my guess."
Martin recalled his discussion with Missy in the garden and how she had complained about having to have so much oral and anal sex with no compassion at all from him. How it physically had pained her. He pictured her in his mind going through what he had experienced the past few days.
"You're saying I was separated from my wife, and a marriage that I was very happy with, and then forced into a divorce just so all this could be done to me?" He looked at him skeptical. "I was forced out of a normal marriage for this?"
"Yes Martin. That is exactly what I'm saying. From that point on plans were being made for you behind the scenes to live your life acting as a woman for another man. You were to be made a wife basically and all along you were destined to end up right here where you are now. You never really had a choice in the matter actually. It was going to be done to you whether you wanted it or not. It was obvious to me when we first met that you didn't much care for your new lifestyle, and I would guess by your attitude and the fact you are sitting in that chair, it's obvious to me you haven't agreed with the decision to do all this yet."
Dorothy paced the floor his skirt swaying back and forth as he talked. "Your father was able to get his parents to sign off on this arranged marriage of yours and keep it quiet, since he supported their lifestyle and he told them it was what he wanted, because he felt it was best for you. His sister is a nut, as you well know, and she did it for monetary reasons, of course. She also thought that an arranged marriage, in an alternate lifestyle, might be a good thing for you. She didn't seem to think you were having much luck with women anyway. It didn't matter to her that you were to marry a man and have to dress like a woman. She had commented that "she liked men too." She was pretty weird. Your cousin, that poor girl, had to be coerced a bit as your father needed that last signature from a family member for the arranged marriage to be registered. Your father just calmly suggested to her that he could very easily arrange for her to have her own arranged marriage and wedding ceremony if she had any issues with signing. "Possibly to another woman," he had suggested to her. So she signed, rather reluctantly, and kept quiet. I think that poor girl still worries today about an arranged marriage of her own."
"Your saying my father forced them all to sign that document? And they all did it knowing I would end up like this? Dressed as a woman, and being sexually assaulted everyday by a insane man."
"Well, except for your aunt, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Your aunt didn't need to be coerced. if any of them had objected, you wouldn't be here."
Martin jerked at his restraints in anger now, his head held rigidly still against the headrest.
"You're lying to me! Tell me Dorothy, who told you all this crap? I don't know that I believe you. There was also a John Hastings that signed the document too. I've seen it. He was also involved in having this done to me? Do you know who he was? I don't remember a John Hastings in the family. How could he be involved?"
Dorothy walked away from the chair and then turned to face Martin again. Putting his hands on his hips he struck a feminine pose and looked at Martin, smiled, and then said in a sexy, sensuous voice, "Nobody told me about all this Martin. I was there for the whole thing. That's my real name. I'm John Hastings. I was secretly forced to marry your father Martin. That legally made me your step......whatever. Your father never gave me a feminine name like you have. He always called me John for some weird reason. I created the name Dorothy because I felt even more ridiculous in public being called John dressed like this." Dorothy said holding his hands out. "That's right honey, my husband that just died recently was your father. Oh, and by the way, I am the one that asked him to do this to you."
Martin felt sick. He couldn't say a word initially. "What?" he gasped. "That can't be right. I don't even know you."
"I'm sorry honey. That's how it all really happened. I wanted you to hear the real story from me, so you would have no doubts at all, with all the rumors flying around about how you ensnared the Baron's heart and all."
"Why would you to do this to me?" Martin's lip trembled as he became very emotional at the new revelation. "I haven't done anything to you. If your story is true, it's my father that forced you to be what you are, not me. I didn't even know you existed." Martin tried to turn his head to look at Dorothy but couldn't, only able to shift his eyes to the side, "Are you enjoying watching me suffer like this?" Martin twisted as best he could in the chair growling. "You sadistic ass hole."
"Look honey, At least I didn't ask for your head on a silver platter, but I did ask for your father to do this to you," Dorothy said sitting across from Martin now in a very unladylike manner with his knees spread, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. "Your father was in love with me Martin, or in love with what he was doing to me. I'm not really sure which." Dorothy reflected and then turned his attention back to Martin. "He forced me to dress up in outrageous women's fetish wear, and then he paraded me around his select groups of friends totally humiliating me. Then he would force me to do my wifely duties when we were alone together. As far as I was concerned, I think he was somehow turned on by my total embarrassment, and enjoyed seeing me agonize in the degradation of it all. A sadistic bastard he was. You've had similar experiences here I'm sure, only it was much worse for me Martin. Much worse honey. I fought him and all those that were involved in doing this to me. I refused to cooperate with anything. I was in a constant state of restraint of some sort. I spent many hours in that same chair you are in right now. Believe it or not, that head rest was added to that chair just for me, to totally immobilize me. How do you like it?"
"What? This is madness." Martin gripped the end of the chair handles as he pushed back one last time against the straps holding him still. "So, you know Leanne?" Martin asked blankly.
"Yes. Leanne is a total bitch, and a cunt. I have absolutely no use for her. She has no problems whatsoever doing this type of thing to men. She see's it as a very nice paycheck. She's the one who got me started just like you. She's good at initiating the decline of a man's masculinity. No feelings or sympathy at all for the man who wants to be a man, if he is sitting in her chair."
"And what about Lisa? How does she fit into all this? I think she's even worse than Leanne."
"I don't know Lisa." Dorothy said as Martin stared straight ahead, taking in all this information and trying to make some sense of it all.
"Your father couldn't understand why I wouldn't treat him like a loving spouse. Why I wouldn't love him back as he kept saying he loved me, I mean after all he did turn me into a princess and all, whether I wanted to be one or not." Dorothy looked at his dress and continued, "You see Martin, as I said before when we were in the garden, I wasn't a rich man like you. I worked for your father for years without a clue of his intentions toward me. My family, especially my parents had very little and my relationship with them was rocky to say the least, so they jumped at the opportunity to be wealthy at my expense. It didn't bother them at all. When my mother saw how I was being dressed after the fact, she just smiled and accepted it as part of the arranged marriage agreement. No offer to help me, or even an expression of sympathy for the fate she had just inflicted on me."
Dorothy stared at the floor in quiet reflection for a moment. "Your father thought by giving me all the wealth any man could dream of wanting, would make me want to spread my legs wide for him and scream like some love struck girl, "Oh baby make love to me, harder, deeper," but that didn't happen. Your father was a pervert Martin, and saw nothing wrong with forcing me to do all this. He had all the rights to my body as my husband. Apparently it is not abuse if he is sticking his cock up my ass and I don't want it there. It is legal here to force a marriage the way they did ours. That's why we were brought here in the first place. After all, once your father and I were married he felt no sympathy for me at all for the physical aspects of our relationship that he fully exploited for his own enjoyment. Nor did he concern himself in what he was doing to me in depriving me of my manhood. He actually thought I was being very unreasonable about it all, but he wanted me to emotionally desire him. Then he gave me this unusual but permanent gift," Dorothy said grasping both his breast, "It was like he was showing me he could do what he wanted with me even if I disagreed, but he wanted me to feel good about it I think, in some demented way. He had a sick mind Martin. I think he really enjoyed my suffering. I guess if I was a masochistic crossdresser I'd been in seventh heaven, but I was neither of those. I won't tell you what all he did to me," Dorothy said softly turning his back to Martin and softly unzipping his dress. "but his fiendish imagination was.........well, I'll just say it's best he's gone." Dorothy hung his head as his dress hit the floor.
"What are you doing Dorothy?" Martin looked at the feminized man's body. Dorothy slid his panties down slightly to reveal initials tattooed across his lower back, over each butt cheek, in large elaborate script just under the panty line. G H.
"George Hastings," Martin thought as he saw the letters. It was his father's initials. Martin stared as Dorothy just stood there so he could see the humiliating permanent mark that had been left on him. This was the first real sign that his father had really been associated with this man. Martin was stunned silent now.
"Lady Vargos, excuse me but would you please accompany me for a moment. A private audience has been requested of you," she said touching his arm.
"Well tell them request denied. I don't want to see anyone right now," he said thinking about what Missy had just said to him.
"I'm sorry sir, but this audience with you has been approved for you, so if you don't mind," she said taking Martin's arm now.
Martin wondered and then worried who it might be. He looked around for that strange man taking pictures, and couldn't find him. "Oh great," he said as she helped him stand and walk out of the room.
Leanne was waiting for Martin down at the end of a long hallway, where she took him by the arm now.
"Thank you very much. I'll take it from here," she said leading Martin into the room. Martin stopped suddenly seeing the familiar styling chair with the straps hanging and waiting in the middle of the room. Leanne had warned him the chair would be brought here. He pulled away from Leanne.
"What is this? You haven't had enough fun at my expense yet? What's this about?" Martin said backing away from her pointing at the chair.
"Just settle down. I'm not going to do anything to you. At least not yet. Just have a seat. You will be fine." Leanne said holding up the remote control that would activate the shock in his butt plug if she so desired.
"You said you would take this thing out of my ass after the banquet."
"And I will, after your little meeting is over."
"What little meeting? Who is this meeting with?" he asked as he slowly sat down in the chair. "And why do I have to be strapped in this chair to meet this person?"
"You'll find out soon enough," she said as she went to work securing him in the chair. The chair had many 2" straps attached to it. Leanne first strapped both Martin's wrist to the arms tightly. Then she strapped both forearms just before the elbows. Pulling them tight before buckling them.
"That's too tight. Loosen them up some."
"Hush Lady Vargos. I'll decide how tight they should be, not you." Then she continued. She strapped his upper arms at the biceps. Martin watched as she snugged him in the chair. Without any concerns for Martin she pulled hard on the waist strap pulling him up tight against the back of the chair.
"Leanne, why are you doing this so tight?" Martin spat out as he felt himself becoming more and more immobilized.
"Quiet please Lady Vargos," she said now pulling the strap at his chest above his padded bra. Leanne removed the hobbles just above Martin's knees, then she made sure his thighs had a strap wrapped around them and pulled tight holding them together, then another just below his knees. Finally his ankles were strapped together and secured to the chair. Leanne stood in front of him and looked at the helpless feminized man for a moment.
"Getting some cheap thrills you sadistic bitch?" Martin hissed at her as she looked at him.
"Oh, I'm not done yet." she said as she walked behind him raising the headrest on the chair. Martin's head was pushed back against the headrest and held firmly as a strap was then pulled tightly across his forehead securing his head to the head rest. A chin strap that was also attached to the head rest was fastened in place and that finished the scene. Martin sat motionless unable to move.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked only able to move his fingers and toes now.
"You have a special guest Lady Vargos. This was all needed I'm afraid," Leanne sweetly patted Martin's cheek and then with a smile she pulled her hand back and gave him a hard slap across the face. The slap shocked Martin. She pretended like it was no more than a little love tap, but she slapped him hard and it stunned and hurt the unsuspecting Martin. She then pumped the chair up as high as it would go and turned the helplessly bound Martin slowly away from the door.
"Now don't you go anywhere. It's time for your meeting," she said smiling as she turned to leave. Martin could hear Leanne's heels as she walked out of the room. He sat stiffly erect in the modified styling chair, wearing his pink dress and pink high heels. He had no idea why she had done this to him. She had never immobilized his head like this before. Martin gripped the ends of the chairs arms twisting in the tight bonds, becoming more and more anxious as he sat alone in the quiet room. Then he heard the door open and the sound of high heels slowly approached him from behind.
"Really sucks doesn't it Martin. Having all this celebration for your new found captivity, and sexual slavery. I mean that's what it really is right? They call it marriage." a male voice said from behind him.
Martin felt the chair being turned around slowly to find it was Dorothy. He had seen Dorothy at the banquet, but they had not mingled during the evening. Dorothy was dressed very appropriately for a woman that might be attending such a huge social event as this one. His hair was done up formally much like Martin's, and his face glamorously made up. He wore a low cut dress that was knee length and had a full skirt. The dress was a deep sapphire blue color, and had a sequined bodice with a silk skirt. He walked in front of Martin carrying himself as if he were actually a young lady. Martin couldn't help but notice Dorothy's real cleavage that was exposed by the low cut dress he was wearing.
"What the hell are you doing? Why are you still wearing a dress? I thought you said nobody is making you do this shit now," Martin said looking at Dorothy's breast. Dorothy laughed and looked down at himself.
"This dress? I actually bought this dress for myself just to wear here tonight for your banquet. What do you think of it?" he said flaring the skirt out with his hands, smiling as if he was waiting for a compliment on his dress .
"What do I think of it? I think you've lost your mind. You said you hated being forced to dress as a woman and do all this," Martin said as looked for an answer.
"Martin, you as well as anyone should know by now, that the way I dress says absolutely nothing about who I really am. Especially here. What does it say to you that I'm dressed like this right now? Tell me Martin, I want to hear it," Dorothy said as he smiled and winked at him.
"I don't know. You have gotten so used to being forced to be a woman you have forgotten who you used to be. Don't you want to be a man again?" Martin said with a puzzled look on his face, with his eyes shifted over to Dorothy, unable to move his head. Dorothy laughed at Martin's struggled answer.
"Oh Martin. I never quit being a man. Look, I don't like to wear women's clothes anymore now than I ever did, and I will stop soon. It's not a desire of mine to wear women's clothes. I've worn them for so long though that it doesn't really bother me to be seen like this anymore, at least around these parts. Look, I have breast Martin. Remember?" Dorothy said as he pushed up on his breast. "What else would I wear here tonight? I would have caused much more of a stir had I shown up suddenly dressed as a man with tits, don't you think? I mean after all this how people expect me to look right now when I show up to these things." Dorothy looked at his nails and sighed, "It was just easier I guess."
"You're as nuts as the rest of these people here. You have turned into some kind of fag," Martin said looking a little disgusted at him.
"No Martin, That's not true. I have a beautiful woman now who takes care of all my needs. Money can overcome a lot of obstacles. Funny, she doesn't even seem to notice I am wearing women's clothes."
"Yeah right. No real man would just go buy a dress for himself to wear to a public banquet."
Dorothy looked Martin over and then he just smiled for a moment. "You look very pretty in that dress Martin. Are you a real man?"
"Yes, damn it. It's not the same. I'm not the one dressing myself up like this and you know it. I'm a real man."
"I'm a real man too Martin." Dorothy ran his finger gently tracing the edges of the chin strap holding Martin's head firmly in place, as he reflected for a moment. "Listen, I have something I want to tell you. I know what is happening to you and the reason you are here."
"Why am I here?" Martin said through a stiff jaw. Dorothy paused for a moment more.
"Well...?" Martin said impatiently.
"Martin, you've already been told your father set this whole thing up for you, and that is all true. The process all started back when you were married to your second wife. You know the one that you felt Missy had forced you into a divorce," Martin reflected with a scowl on his face.
"What?"
"Well you were right in your assumption, Missy did actively pursue getting your marriage annulled behind your back. It was unknowing on her part though that she was set up to do the deed. She thought she was getting a gold digger out of your life while trying to impress your father by caring so much about you." Dorothy then smiled. Martin was speechless at this point. "Of course we both know there is no bigger gold digger than Missy. Right?" Dorothy grinned. "She silly girl actually thought she was married to your father you know. She was just a young public show piece for him. He didn't care about her. Ask her how many times her pussy was touched by your father during their marriage. Zero times would be my guess."
Martin recalled his discussion with Missy in the garden and how she had complained about having to have so much oral and anal sex with no compassion at all from him. How it physically had pained her. He pictured her in his mind going through what he had experienced the past few days.
"You're saying I was separated from my wife, and a marriage that I was very happy with, and then forced into a divorce just so all this could be done to me?" He looked at him skeptical. "I was forced out of a normal marriage for this?"
"Yes Martin. That is exactly what I'm saying. From that point on plans were being made for you behind the scenes to live your life acting as a woman for another man. You were to be made a wife basically and all along you were destined to end up right here where you are now. You never really had a choice in the matter actually. It was going to be done to you whether you wanted it or not. It was obvious to me when we first met that you didn't much care for your new lifestyle, and I would guess by your attitude and the fact you are sitting in that chair, it's obvious to me you haven't agreed with the decision to do all this yet."
Dorothy paced the floor his skirt swaying back and forth as he talked. "Your father was able to get his parents to sign off on this arranged marriage of yours and keep it quiet, since he supported their lifestyle and he told them it was what he wanted, because he felt it was best for you. His sister is a nut, as you well know, and she did it for monetary reasons, of course. She also thought that an arranged marriage, in an alternate lifestyle, might be a good thing for you. She didn't seem to think you were having much luck with women anyway. It didn't matter to her that you were to marry a man and have to dress like a woman. She had commented that "she liked men too." She was pretty weird. Your cousin, that poor girl, had to be coerced a bit as your father needed that last signature from a family member for the arranged marriage to be registered. Your father just calmly suggested to her that he could very easily arrange for her to have her own arranged marriage and wedding ceremony if she had any issues with signing. "Possibly to another woman," he had suggested to her. So she signed, rather reluctantly, and kept quiet. I think that poor girl still worries today about an arranged marriage of her own."
"Your saying my father forced them all to sign that document? And they all did it knowing I would end up like this? Dressed as a woman, and being sexually assaulted everyday by a insane man."
"Well, except for your aunt, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Your aunt didn't need to be coerced. if any of them had objected, you wouldn't be here."
Martin jerked at his restraints in anger now, his head held rigidly still against the headrest.
"You're lying to me! Tell me Dorothy, who told you all this crap? I don't know that I believe you. There was also a John Hastings that signed the document too. I've seen it. He was also involved in having this done to me? Do you know who he was? I don't remember a John Hastings in the family. How could he be involved?"
Dorothy walked away from the chair and then turned to face Martin again. Putting his hands on his hips he struck a feminine pose and looked at Martin, smiled, and then said in a sexy, sensuous voice, "Nobody told me about all this Martin. I was there for the whole thing. That's my real name. I'm John Hastings. I was secretly forced to marry your father Martin. That legally made me your step......whatever. Your father never gave me a feminine name like you have. He always called me John for some weird reason. I created the name Dorothy because I felt even more ridiculous in public being called John dressed like this." Dorothy said holding his hands out. "That's right honey, my husband that just died recently was your father. Oh, and by the way, I am the one that asked him to do this to you."
Martin felt sick. He couldn't say a word initially. "What?" he gasped. "That can't be right. I don't even know you."
"I'm sorry honey. That's how it all really happened. I wanted you to hear the real story from me, so you would have no doubts at all, with all the rumors flying around about how you ensnared the Baron's heart and all."
"Why would you to do this to me?" Martin's lip trembled as he became very emotional at the new revelation. "I haven't done anything to you. If your story is true, it's my father that forced you to be what you are, not me. I didn't even know you existed." Martin tried to turn his head to look at Dorothy but couldn't, only able to shift his eyes to the side, "Are you enjoying watching me suffer like this?" Martin twisted as best he could in the chair growling. "You sadistic ass hole."
"Look honey, At least I didn't ask for your head on a silver platter, but I did ask for your father to do this to you," Dorothy said sitting across from Martin now in a very unladylike manner with his knees spread, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. "Your father was in love with me Martin, or in love with what he was doing to me. I'm not really sure which." Dorothy reflected and then turned his attention back to Martin. "He forced me to dress up in outrageous women's fetish wear, and then he paraded me around his select groups of friends totally humiliating me. Then he would force me to do my wifely duties when we were alone together. As far as I was concerned, I think he was somehow turned on by my total embarrassment, and enjoyed seeing me agonize in the degradation of it all. A sadistic bastard he was. You've had similar experiences here I'm sure, only it was much worse for me Martin. Much worse honey. I fought him and all those that were involved in doing this to me. I refused to cooperate with anything. I was in a constant state of restraint of some sort. I spent many hours in that same chair you are in right now. Believe it or not, that head rest was added to that chair just for me, to totally immobilize me. How do you like it?"
"What? This is madness." Martin gripped the end of the chair handles as he pushed back one last time against the straps holding him still. "So, you know Leanne?" Martin asked blankly.
"Yes. Leanne is a total bitch, and a cunt. I have absolutely no use for her. She has no problems whatsoever doing this type of thing to men. She see's it as a very nice paycheck. She's the one who got me started just like you. She's good at initiating the decline of a man's masculinity. No feelings or sympathy at all for the man who wants to be a man, if he is sitting in her chair."
"And what about Lisa? How does she fit into all this? I think she's even worse than Leanne."
"I don't know Lisa." Dorothy said as Martin stared straight ahead, taking in all this information and trying to make some sense of it all.
"Your father couldn't understand why I wouldn't treat him like a loving spouse. Why I wouldn't love him back as he kept saying he loved me, I mean after all he did turn me into a princess and all, whether I wanted to be one or not." Dorothy looked at his dress and continued, "You see Martin, as I said before when we were in the garden, I wasn't a rich man like you. I worked for your father for years without a clue of his intentions toward me. My family, especially my parents had very little and my relationship with them was rocky to say the least, so they jumped at the opportunity to be wealthy at my expense. It didn't bother them at all. When my mother saw how I was being dressed after the fact, she just smiled and accepted it as part of the arranged marriage agreement. No offer to help me, or even an expression of sympathy for the fate she had just inflicted on me."
Dorothy stared at the floor in quiet reflection for a moment. "Your father thought by giving me all the wealth any man could dream of wanting, would make me want to spread my legs wide for him and scream like some love struck girl, "Oh baby make love to me, harder, deeper," but that didn't happen. Your father was a pervert Martin, and saw nothing wrong with forcing me to do all this. He had all the rights to my body as my husband. Apparently it is not abuse if he is sticking his cock up my ass and I don't want it there. It is legal here to force a marriage the way they did ours. That's why we were brought here in the first place. After all, once your father and I were married he felt no sympathy for me at all for the physical aspects of our relationship that he fully exploited for his own enjoyment. Nor did he concern himself in what he was doing to me in depriving me of my manhood. He actually thought I was being very unreasonable about it all, but he wanted me to emotionally desire him. Then he gave me this unusual but permanent gift," Dorothy said grasping both his breast, "It was like he was showing me he could do what he wanted with me even if I disagreed, but he wanted me to feel good about it I think, in some demented way. He had a sick mind Martin. I think he really enjoyed my suffering. I guess if I was a masochistic crossdresser I'd been in seventh heaven, but I was neither of those. I won't tell you what all he did to me," Dorothy said softly turning his back to Martin and softly unzipping his dress. "but his fiendish imagination was.........well, I'll just say it's best he's gone." Dorothy hung his head as his dress hit the floor.
"What are you doing Dorothy?" Martin looked at the feminized man's body. Dorothy slid his panties down slightly to reveal initials tattooed across his lower back, over each butt cheek, in large elaborate script just under the panty line. G H.
"George Hastings," Martin thought as he saw the letters. It was his father's initials. Martin stared as Dorothy just stood there so he could see the humiliating permanent mark that had been left on him. This was the first real sign that his father had really been associated with this man. Martin was stunned silent now.
"Your father had his initials tattooed on my body Martin. I hated
him for that as much if not more than the breast implants he forced me to have.
I am not a possession, no matter how possessed I may be forced into being. Do
you understand that?" Dorothy just continued to stand with his back to Martin,
his panties pulled down under his butt cheeks to expose his bare ass and the
initials of George Hastings.
"Then a situation arose, after my implants, and I told him that if he really believed that our relationship and marriage was perfectly normal, and there was nothing unusual or wrong with forcing one man to become another man's bride because a piece of paper said he could, would he do something for me to prove his love for me."
"What situation arose?" Martin said in anger. Dorothy turned slowly and held up a finger to his lips for Martin to hold on as he explained more. Martin saw Dorothy's cock and balls hanging between his legs now. "Put some clothes on. I don't want to see your dick hanging there." Dorothy ignored him and continued.
"I asked him to make you someone else's wife, just like he had done to me. Offer you up to a man that was looking for such a bride, like the Baron. If he would do that for me, then I would give him the affection he so desired from myself willingly, but not until you were married to another man and the marriage had been consummated with the full three night ritual, and you were forced to dress like a woman just like me." Martin could see the anger in Dorothy's heavily made up eyes. "I have to admit he was reluctant at first, he didn't seem to want to do this to you. Not his own son. It's ok for someone else's son to be forced to dress like a woman, but not his." Dorothy continued talking as he unhooked his bra, allowing his breast to stand firmly and proudly on his male chest, the nipples both brightly tattooed into pretty flowers, pierced with small gold rings.
"What are you doing Dorothy?" Martin said nervously watching the nude man strut toward him slowly as he talked. Dorothy took the chair and released the back allowing it to tilt back slightly so Martin was now in a reclining position.
"Then I reached out and gave your father a very deep seductive kiss of my own free will for the first time ever. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever done in my life Martin. I'd rather be forcibly fucked in my ass by him than to willingly kiss him on the lips. At least I wouldn't have to look at him. After that kiss though, well.............your divorce plans began to develop almost immediately, and his promise that you would be given in marriage to another man as a male bride if I accepted my relationship with him. Your fate was sealed then." Dorothy smiled now. "I also begged him to please have these implants removed from my chest, but he said no. He said they would have to stay because he liked me with breast," Dorothy said looking at his breast with a pouty lower lip. "You know Martin. I still think he would have pulled a fast one on me in some way if he hadn't died. Kind of like he did to Missy. He would have made me think somehow it had been done when it actually hadn't, but when he died, and all the pieces were already so neatly in place, it was easy to set in motion your marriage, and here you are. The Baron insisted after all."
"You're the one responsible for me being here then?" he yelled at Dorothy.
"No Martin. I'm just the one who requested you to be here. Your father is totally responsible. If he had let me go, I never would have had to ask for such a thing, and you would not be here right now dressed as a woman sitting on your sore, abused butt hole. But I wanted to see him suffer in some way, just a little. Make him have to see you, his own son being forced into wearing a dress whenever he came to visit, knowing full well you probably had a dick in your mouth that very morning and one up your ass the night before just because of him and his stupid obsessive desires for me."
"Why am I the one suffering here now for all this. It was my father that did you wrong, not me. Why take it out on me?" Martin looked out the corner of his eye at Dorothy now standing next to the chair.
"Suffering? Oh honey your not suffering. You just think you are suffering. You're just a little upset right now sweetie at having all this perversion inflicted on you so quickly. You're just all emotional trying to cope because you have to dress like a girl while every woman laughs at you when they see you, and other people just sit back and seem to be enjoying the mental and physical conflicts you are having right now. It's only been three days Martin. Just three days honey." Dorothy picked up his own cock in his hand and slowly stroked it where Martin could see what he was doing, and then Dorothy stared at Martin's still disbelieving face.
"What are you doing?" Martin hissed in anger.
"You don't really understand how all this works yet, do you honey? Let me ask you a simple little question Martin. If I told you I was going to masturbate right now and cum in your ear, what would you do?" Martin felt Dorothy touch his cock up close to his ear.
"Damn it Dorothy, I'll get you for this. Get away from me."
"No honey that's not the correct answer, Dorothy breathed feeling the excitement inside him growing, "Now try again dear, and this time be realistic. Look around you first." Dorothy said as he slowly picked up the pace and stroked his cock even faster causing it into a firmer erection.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Martin was unable to move, desperate to get away from all this.
"That's not it either. Martin. The answer is, nothing. You will do absolutely nothing but just sit here in this wonderful chair that was designed for poor boys like us, and allow me to jerk off in your ear. My cum will fill your ear and run down the side of your face and you will be able to do nothing to stop it." Dorothy outlined the route his cum would take with his fingertip as he talked. "That's how the reality is here. The sooner you accept it the better." Dorothy was now stroking himself fully enjoying the twinges of ecstasy that were still deep in his loins.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" Martin sat limp now in the chair, waiting, almost resigned now that Dorothy was going to do as she had said, but hoping she was only bluffing about masturbating on him.
"Honey, You want to know what real suffering is?" Dorothy began as he continued to masturbate himself, "In two years you will wonder why this man still does all this to you everyday single day he's in town. Oh, he'll be gone often enough, they always are. He'll have some beautiful young girl that accompanies him on his trips and performs in his bed at night, receives gifts and favors from him. You'll wonder why he doesn't just keep her and let you go. You'll never get used to it either, I can promise you that, but you will become more accustomed to things. Even though his dick may not be as painful when filling your ass physically, as you will get more and more used to that, mentally it is only going to get worse Martin. Much worse."
Dorothy put one of his hands firmly on Martin's forehead now. "Martin, a couple of years ago when I was strapped to that hospital bed knowing that the room down the hall was in the process of being prepped by the medical staff, I knew what time I was scheduled to have surgery, and there was a clock on the wall that I could see as it slowly counted down. It was a very sadistic setup. Evil in fact, and nobody would listen to me, no matter how emphatically I protested I was a man and I didn't want breast, they were going to give me a pair of breast anyway Martin," Dorothy smiled and looked Martin in the eye, breathing very heavily now from the physical stimulation he was giving himself. "I'll tell you something, when they started pushing me down that hall, unable to get off that table, unable to do anything but go with them, so they could do a surgical process on me so I'd to have breast like a woman, I began to understand real mental anguish as a man. I screamed till they put me out. It was a nightmare Martin. When I awoke, it was all over, and I had breast. I know what suffering is Martin. I've lived through it." Dorothy firmly gripped Martin's forehead now and placed the end of his erect penis firmly in Martin's ear and pushed forward.
"Oh my...........Shhhhh........now be very still baby," Dorothy said softly taking deep breaths and as he pushed forward his legs started shaking. He stroked his erect cock now with a fierce anticipation of his building orgasm, "Oh, yes! Oh baby, oh yes,......oh.........Oh I'm cumming......... YESSS!!!!!!"
"NO! DAMN YOU DOROTHY DON'T DO IT. STOP," Martin squealed, but it was too late, as Dorothy's hot semen began shooting directly into his ear from point blank range, running out the bottom of his ear, down his lobes to his earrings and onto his shoulder and down his neck. It was a very humiliating and degrading act that Dorothy was performing on Martin. Dorothy pressed his dick hard against Martin's ear as the cum kept filling it and then running down Martin's neck.
"Oh my god! Stop!" Martin broke down and cried as he panicked and struggled against the leather straps. "You are disgusting faggot. Stop this," Martin said as his voice faded into sobs. He could literally hear the demoralizing act that was taking place, each time the cum shot into his ear. Martin's toes curled under as the hot semen was pumped in his ear, and finally they relaxed only after the last bit of cum was expelled from Dorothy's penis.
Martin didn't say a word but wept openly from the humiliation of what Dorothy had just done to him, as well as he was now emotionally broken by the entire ordeal. As Dorothy put his panties back on, Martin swam in the despair of the revelations Dorothy had just put on him. He just didn't understand why everyone seemed to insist this was now the best life for him and were so determined that this was how he was going to live from now on that the use of force was accepted and even encouraged. He also couldn't understand the cruelty of Dorothy, after all he had been forced through the same things and had seemed like an ally the last time they had met. Why was there no compassion from him now?
As Dorothy was putting on his high heels he said, "You see Martin, you just laid there and let me masturbate in your ear, just like I said you would." Dorothy looked at himself in the mirror as he put his breast in the cups of his bra and fastened it behind his back. Pulling up his dress he then primped his hair slightly, using the mannerisms any woman would, doing the same things, and then he turned back to Martin, "We will be talking again I'm sure." Dorothy looked at Martin's tears, "Oh stop your crying Martin, and try to be a little more resigned to the fact of what is going on here with you the next time we meet. It wouldn't hurt if you were to show a little more consideration for the people that are trying to help you here too." Dorothy walked away from the mirror now, "Oh and honey, a helpful hint, try to be a little less vocal about your own selfish concerns in all this. You're a real heterosexual man who happens to have a husband and dresses like a woman now, so just deal with it. Nobody here really cares what you have to say about it and it's so unbecoming a real man of your means and stature in society to be whining all the time about what clothes you are wearing." Dorothy gave a smile and a wink to Martin, "Wouldn't you agree...............Lady Vargos?" Dorothy gave a giggle as he dabbed his finger in Martin's ear and got a drop of his semen on his fingertip and then quickly touched it to the tip of Martin's nose. He then turned to leave the room as Martin cried still reclined back in the restraining chair.
When Leanne entered Martin was still feeling his helplessness and he felt sorry for himself. Almost pure self pity. He couldn't help it. It was such a huge conspiracy against him in his mind. All the people who wanted him here were getting their way. Leanne walked in and sat the chair back up right. She then noticed the semen in and around Martin's ear, and running down his neck.
"Well that figures," she said reaching for a towel and cleaning Martin's neck and ear as best she could. "That man has always been a problem," she said referring to Dorothy. "I can't believe he did this."
"Why didn't you tell me you knew him Leanne? Why did you just let him do this to me?"
"He was suppose to just talk with you. Not jerk off on you. And it's not my job to reveal those type things Lady Vargos. I'm here to decorate you in the appropriate fashions for your public and social needs. Along with any fetish desires your husband may request for evenings or in the bedroom," she said as she finished wiping the cum out of his ear.
"I don't like it." he cried softly his lip shaking.
"I know you don't. That's why you are seated in this chair with all these straps. You will adjust with time though. I promise it will get easier for you Lady Vargos." Leanne pulled a full length mirror in front of Martin so he could see how he looked strapped in the chair. He looked so erect and rigid in the chair. He moved his fingers, watching his red fingernails dangle helplessly over the ends of the arm rest. He wiggled his toes that protruded through the ends of the pink peep toe pumps he was wearing.
"Let me out of this chair Leanne," Martin blubbered as she watched him. Leanne turned the chair around. He could the feel the headrest loosen finally.
Leanne began to loosen all the straps, but as she did she told Martin that he had one more person to meet before his husband left, then he could retire for the evening. She told him that the concubine the Baron was taking with him needed to meet with him before they left. It was customary for the woman that was approved to sleep with the husband when he was away, meet with him, the wife, before sharing time with the Baron. The same was true of the concubine that would take care of Martin, but the Baron had already met with them as he was the one who also approved that concubine, though Martin had absolutely no say in the matter. Sex with these concubines was not seen as an infidelity of the marriage, but a healthy way of catering to the sexual desires and loneliness of the spouses while they were separated.
As Martin slowly stood Leanne had him turn around and lift dress and drop his panties so the butt plug could now be removed. Martin was bent over holding the chair arm when Leanne pulled the tape off his buttocks with one quick pull.
"YEOOWW!!" Martin tried to stand and turn only to be pushed back down by Leanne. "That hurt," he said as she had him spread his legs more.
"QUIET! OK, Let it out slowly," she said pulling on the base of the plug. Martin was so relieved when the plug was finally removed. He tried to stand again only to be held down by Leanne. Leanne put on a latex glove and popped it at the wrist as she slid her hand in it. Leanne's lubricated, gloved finger entered his tight, sore ass hole to lubricate his anal opening again.
"What are you doing this for?" Martin whined, but some how he deep down inside didn't really want to know.
"Y our husband is getting ready to leave."
"I don't want to see him right now," Martin said through tears that he couldn't control any longer. His brain was so confused now as to who he was or who he was going to be, having heard all the reasons he was here, and all the people that had taken part in it.
"I'm sorry ma'am, your husband wants me to bring you to the men's restroom to see him before he goes." Leanne now let in a man and woman to help escort Martin. The girl had a smile on her face as the man stepped in the room to assist her.
"THE MEN'S RESTROOM!" Martin yelled as his tears welled up ready to flow again. Martin was forcibly stood up. "A public restroom?" Martin whined twisting in their grip. Taking him by the arms they stood him up and escorted him forcibly out of the room and down the hall.
"Oh god," he cried out as he was dragged down the hallway, his 6" high heels dragging the floor. Martin was so exhausted he could give little resistance at all.
"Stop pushing me," Martin insisted as he was dragged down the hall with his head hanging low till they got to the public restrooms. There stood the Baron arm in arm with Tiffany. Tiffany looked hot in her tight black leather pants and 4" red high heel sandals that showed off her turquoise painted toenails, and of course Martin now knew all too well how the Baron insisted on seeing pretty toenails on his women, and on him too. She wore a white peasant blouse with no bra that clearly showed her nipples through the fabric, and she now had elegant long red fingernails. She smiled as Martin was brought in front of them. It was obvious that someone had assisted her in her new look that now catered more to the Baron's likes.
"Haven't you done enough to me all ready?" Martin said pulling back as best he could.
"Ah,there you are my sweet," the Baron smiled at the feminized, emotionally broken man. "Marcia this is Tiffany. She will be my concubine while I am away. Isn't she beautiful," the Baron said smiling and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "I will leave you two to talk privately about details, while I finish up a couple of things." As the Baron was walking away, Martin was pulled to his feet and his hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffed. The attendants left also leaving Martin alone with Tiffany.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Vargos. Your husband is such a wonderful man," she said with a giggle at the sight of this distressed man standing in front of her.
"What do you want?" Martin looked at her with eyes that seemed resigned to his fate.
"As you know, I will be having sex with your husband and taking care of his needs while we are away. Are there any special needs he has or little things that he likes in bed that you could share with me?"
" WHAT? You can't be serious." Martin stumbled in his 6" heels his male voice sounding sharp. "I could care less."
"That's what we're here to talk about right? Satisfying your husband. I don't want to disappoint him or you either."
"I hope you like a mouth full of dick bitch, because that's what you're going to get," Martin tried to sound aggressive and intimidate her, but he sounded tired.
"Well duh. Like I didn't know that. Of course he will want me to suck his penis. He's a man isn't he?" Tiffany said in a matter of fact manner. Then she had a bit of an embarrassed look on her face. "I'm sorry Lady Vargos. I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you. I know you are a man too, and you don't get your penis sucked anymore..............but I'm sure you still desire the pleasures and feeling of such things if you were allowed. Maybe your concubine will be so kind as to offer you some oral stimulation."
"Just go away. I'm done with this. Leave me alone."
"I do have a pussy for him to use. I will offer that to him first. Hopefully he'll want that instead of well, you know. I mean, I can take it up my bottom if I have to, but it's very uncomfortable for me, and if he has a really big penis it just hurts too much," she said in a bashful manner. "How about moaning. Does he like for you to moan during sex? Do you scream out during his orgasm? Does he like that?" she asked.
"Yeah. I scream all the time, but know one cares. What man wouldn't scream with a another man's big dick stuck up his ass," Martin said in a mildly sarcastic tone.
"Does he have a big penis?" she asked with a timid smile.
"Yes." Martin said quietly. "Is that whaht you want to here?"
"I like a man with a large penis. I'm sure I will enjoy sharing time with him." she said smiling.
The Baron was coming back down the hallway now. "Thank you very much Lady Vargos. I will do my best," she said as she stepped back and received another kiss from the Baron. This time it was little more passionate
"Then a situation arose, after my implants, and I told him that if he really believed that our relationship and marriage was perfectly normal, and there was nothing unusual or wrong with forcing one man to become another man's bride because a piece of paper said he could, would he do something for me to prove his love for me."
"What situation arose?" Martin said in anger. Dorothy turned slowly and held up a finger to his lips for Martin to hold on as he explained more. Martin saw Dorothy's cock and balls hanging between his legs now. "Put some clothes on. I don't want to see your dick hanging there." Dorothy ignored him and continued.
"I asked him to make you someone else's wife, just like he had done to me. Offer you up to a man that was looking for such a bride, like the Baron. If he would do that for me, then I would give him the affection he so desired from myself willingly, but not until you were married to another man and the marriage had been consummated with the full three night ritual, and you were forced to dress like a woman just like me." Martin could see the anger in Dorothy's heavily made up eyes. "I have to admit he was reluctant at first, he didn't seem to want to do this to you. Not his own son. It's ok for someone else's son to be forced to dress like a woman, but not his." Dorothy continued talking as he unhooked his bra, allowing his breast to stand firmly and proudly on his male chest, the nipples both brightly tattooed into pretty flowers, pierced with small gold rings.
"What are you doing Dorothy?" Martin said nervously watching the nude man strut toward him slowly as he talked. Dorothy took the chair and released the back allowing it to tilt back slightly so Martin was now in a reclining position.
"Then I reached out and gave your father a very deep seductive kiss of my own free will for the first time ever. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever done in my life Martin. I'd rather be forcibly fucked in my ass by him than to willingly kiss him on the lips. At least I wouldn't have to look at him. After that kiss though, well.............your divorce plans began to develop almost immediately, and his promise that you would be given in marriage to another man as a male bride if I accepted my relationship with him. Your fate was sealed then." Dorothy smiled now. "I also begged him to please have these implants removed from my chest, but he said no. He said they would have to stay because he liked me with breast," Dorothy said looking at his breast with a pouty lower lip. "You know Martin. I still think he would have pulled a fast one on me in some way if he hadn't died. Kind of like he did to Missy. He would have made me think somehow it had been done when it actually hadn't, but when he died, and all the pieces were already so neatly in place, it was easy to set in motion your marriage, and here you are. The Baron insisted after all."
"You're the one responsible for me being here then?" he yelled at Dorothy.
"No Martin. I'm just the one who requested you to be here. Your father is totally responsible. If he had let me go, I never would have had to ask for such a thing, and you would not be here right now dressed as a woman sitting on your sore, abused butt hole. But I wanted to see him suffer in some way, just a little. Make him have to see you, his own son being forced into wearing a dress whenever he came to visit, knowing full well you probably had a dick in your mouth that very morning and one up your ass the night before just because of him and his stupid obsessive desires for me."
"Why am I the one suffering here now for all this. It was my father that did you wrong, not me. Why take it out on me?" Martin looked out the corner of his eye at Dorothy now standing next to the chair.
"Suffering? Oh honey your not suffering. You just think you are suffering. You're just a little upset right now sweetie at having all this perversion inflicted on you so quickly. You're just all emotional trying to cope because you have to dress like a girl while every woman laughs at you when they see you, and other people just sit back and seem to be enjoying the mental and physical conflicts you are having right now. It's only been three days Martin. Just three days honey." Dorothy picked up his own cock in his hand and slowly stroked it where Martin could see what he was doing, and then Dorothy stared at Martin's still disbelieving face.
"What are you doing?" Martin hissed in anger.
"You don't really understand how all this works yet, do you honey? Let me ask you a simple little question Martin. If I told you I was going to masturbate right now and cum in your ear, what would you do?" Martin felt Dorothy touch his cock up close to his ear.
"Damn it Dorothy, I'll get you for this. Get away from me."
"No honey that's not the correct answer, Dorothy breathed feeling the excitement inside him growing, "Now try again dear, and this time be realistic. Look around you first." Dorothy said as he slowly picked up the pace and stroked his cock even faster causing it into a firmer erection.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Martin was unable to move, desperate to get away from all this.
"That's not it either. Martin. The answer is, nothing. You will do absolutely nothing but just sit here in this wonderful chair that was designed for poor boys like us, and allow me to jerk off in your ear. My cum will fill your ear and run down the side of your face and you will be able to do nothing to stop it." Dorothy outlined the route his cum would take with his fingertip as he talked. "That's how the reality is here. The sooner you accept it the better." Dorothy was now stroking himself fully enjoying the twinges of ecstasy that were still deep in his loins.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" Martin sat limp now in the chair, waiting, almost resigned now that Dorothy was going to do as she had said, but hoping she was only bluffing about masturbating on him.
"Honey, You want to know what real suffering is?" Dorothy began as he continued to masturbate himself, "In two years you will wonder why this man still does all this to you everyday single day he's in town. Oh, he'll be gone often enough, they always are. He'll have some beautiful young girl that accompanies him on his trips and performs in his bed at night, receives gifts and favors from him. You'll wonder why he doesn't just keep her and let you go. You'll never get used to it either, I can promise you that, but you will become more accustomed to things. Even though his dick may not be as painful when filling your ass physically, as you will get more and more used to that, mentally it is only going to get worse Martin. Much worse."
Dorothy put one of his hands firmly on Martin's forehead now. "Martin, a couple of years ago when I was strapped to that hospital bed knowing that the room down the hall was in the process of being prepped by the medical staff, I knew what time I was scheduled to have surgery, and there was a clock on the wall that I could see as it slowly counted down. It was a very sadistic setup. Evil in fact, and nobody would listen to me, no matter how emphatically I protested I was a man and I didn't want breast, they were going to give me a pair of breast anyway Martin," Dorothy smiled and looked Martin in the eye, breathing very heavily now from the physical stimulation he was giving himself. "I'll tell you something, when they started pushing me down that hall, unable to get off that table, unable to do anything but go with them, so they could do a surgical process on me so I'd to have breast like a woman, I began to understand real mental anguish as a man. I screamed till they put me out. It was a nightmare Martin. When I awoke, it was all over, and I had breast. I know what suffering is Martin. I've lived through it." Dorothy firmly gripped Martin's forehead now and placed the end of his erect penis firmly in Martin's ear and pushed forward.
"Oh my...........Shhhhh........now be very still baby," Dorothy said softly taking deep breaths and as he pushed forward his legs started shaking. He stroked his erect cock now with a fierce anticipation of his building orgasm, "Oh, yes! Oh baby, oh yes,......oh.........Oh I'm cumming......... YESSS!!!!!!"
"NO! DAMN YOU DOROTHY DON'T DO IT. STOP," Martin squealed, but it was too late, as Dorothy's hot semen began shooting directly into his ear from point blank range, running out the bottom of his ear, down his lobes to his earrings and onto his shoulder and down his neck. It was a very humiliating and degrading act that Dorothy was performing on Martin. Dorothy pressed his dick hard against Martin's ear as the cum kept filling it and then running down Martin's neck.
"Oh my god! Stop!" Martin broke down and cried as he panicked and struggled against the leather straps. "You are disgusting faggot. Stop this," Martin said as his voice faded into sobs. He could literally hear the demoralizing act that was taking place, each time the cum shot into his ear. Martin's toes curled under as the hot semen was pumped in his ear, and finally they relaxed only after the last bit of cum was expelled from Dorothy's penis.
Martin didn't say a word but wept openly from the humiliation of what Dorothy had just done to him, as well as he was now emotionally broken by the entire ordeal. As Dorothy put his panties back on, Martin swam in the despair of the revelations Dorothy had just put on him. He just didn't understand why everyone seemed to insist this was now the best life for him and were so determined that this was how he was going to live from now on that the use of force was accepted and even encouraged. He also couldn't understand the cruelty of Dorothy, after all he had been forced through the same things and had seemed like an ally the last time they had met. Why was there no compassion from him now?
As Dorothy was putting on his high heels he said, "You see Martin, you just laid there and let me masturbate in your ear, just like I said you would." Dorothy looked at himself in the mirror as he put his breast in the cups of his bra and fastened it behind his back. Pulling up his dress he then primped his hair slightly, using the mannerisms any woman would, doing the same things, and then he turned back to Martin, "We will be talking again I'm sure." Dorothy looked at Martin's tears, "Oh stop your crying Martin, and try to be a little more resigned to the fact of what is going on here with you the next time we meet. It wouldn't hurt if you were to show a little more consideration for the people that are trying to help you here too." Dorothy walked away from the mirror now, "Oh and honey, a helpful hint, try to be a little less vocal about your own selfish concerns in all this. You're a real heterosexual man who happens to have a husband and dresses like a woman now, so just deal with it. Nobody here really cares what you have to say about it and it's so unbecoming a real man of your means and stature in society to be whining all the time about what clothes you are wearing." Dorothy gave a smile and a wink to Martin, "Wouldn't you agree...............Lady Vargos?" Dorothy gave a giggle as he dabbed his finger in Martin's ear and got a drop of his semen on his fingertip and then quickly touched it to the tip of Martin's nose. He then turned to leave the room as Martin cried still reclined back in the restraining chair.
When Leanne entered Martin was still feeling his helplessness and he felt sorry for himself. Almost pure self pity. He couldn't help it. It was such a huge conspiracy against him in his mind. All the people who wanted him here were getting their way. Leanne walked in and sat the chair back up right. She then noticed the semen in and around Martin's ear, and running down his neck.
"Well that figures," she said reaching for a towel and cleaning Martin's neck and ear as best she could. "That man has always been a problem," she said referring to Dorothy. "I can't believe he did this."
"Why didn't you tell me you knew him Leanne? Why did you just let him do this to me?"
"He was suppose to just talk with you. Not jerk off on you. And it's not my job to reveal those type things Lady Vargos. I'm here to decorate you in the appropriate fashions for your public and social needs. Along with any fetish desires your husband may request for evenings or in the bedroom," she said as she finished wiping the cum out of his ear.
"I don't like it." he cried softly his lip shaking.
"I know you don't. That's why you are seated in this chair with all these straps. You will adjust with time though. I promise it will get easier for you Lady Vargos." Leanne pulled a full length mirror in front of Martin so he could see how he looked strapped in the chair. He looked so erect and rigid in the chair. He moved his fingers, watching his red fingernails dangle helplessly over the ends of the arm rest. He wiggled his toes that protruded through the ends of the pink peep toe pumps he was wearing.
"Let me out of this chair Leanne," Martin blubbered as she watched him. Leanne turned the chair around. He could the feel the headrest loosen finally.
Leanne began to loosen all the straps, but as she did she told Martin that he had one more person to meet before his husband left, then he could retire for the evening. She told him that the concubine the Baron was taking with him needed to meet with him before they left. It was customary for the woman that was approved to sleep with the husband when he was away, meet with him, the wife, before sharing time with the Baron. The same was true of the concubine that would take care of Martin, but the Baron had already met with them as he was the one who also approved that concubine, though Martin had absolutely no say in the matter. Sex with these concubines was not seen as an infidelity of the marriage, but a healthy way of catering to the sexual desires and loneliness of the spouses while they were separated.
As Martin slowly stood Leanne had him turn around and lift dress and drop his panties so the butt plug could now be removed. Martin was bent over holding the chair arm when Leanne pulled the tape off his buttocks with one quick pull.
"YEOOWW!!" Martin tried to stand and turn only to be pushed back down by Leanne. "That hurt," he said as she had him spread his legs more.
"QUIET! OK, Let it out slowly," she said pulling on the base of the plug. Martin was so relieved when the plug was finally removed. He tried to stand again only to be held down by Leanne. Leanne put on a latex glove and popped it at the wrist as she slid her hand in it. Leanne's lubricated, gloved finger entered his tight, sore ass hole to lubricate his anal opening again.
"What are you doing this for?" Martin whined, but some how he deep down inside didn't really want to know.
"Y our husband is getting ready to leave."
"I don't want to see him right now," Martin said through tears that he couldn't control any longer. His brain was so confused now as to who he was or who he was going to be, having heard all the reasons he was here, and all the people that had taken part in it.
"I'm sorry ma'am, your husband wants me to bring you to the men's restroom to see him before he goes." Leanne now let in a man and woman to help escort Martin. The girl had a smile on her face as the man stepped in the room to assist her.
"THE MEN'S RESTROOM!" Martin yelled as his tears welled up ready to flow again. Martin was forcibly stood up. "A public restroom?" Martin whined twisting in their grip. Taking him by the arms they stood him up and escorted him forcibly out of the room and down the hall.
"Oh god," he cried out as he was dragged down the hallway, his 6" high heels dragging the floor. Martin was so exhausted he could give little resistance at all.
"Stop pushing me," Martin insisted as he was dragged down the hall with his head hanging low till they got to the public restrooms. There stood the Baron arm in arm with Tiffany. Tiffany looked hot in her tight black leather pants and 4" red high heel sandals that showed off her turquoise painted toenails, and of course Martin now knew all too well how the Baron insisted on seeing pretty toenails on his women, and on him too. She wore a white peasant blouse with no bra that clearly showed her nipples through the fabric, and she now had elegant long red fingernails. She smiled as Martin was brought in front of them. It was obvious that someone had assisted her in her new look that now catered more to the Baron's likes.
"Haven't you done enough to me all ready?" Martin said pulling back as best he could.
"Ah,there you are my sweet," the Baron smiled at the feminized, emotionally broken man. "Marcia this is Tiffany. She will be my concubine while I am away. Isn't she beautiful," the Baron said smiling and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "I will leave you two to talk privately about details, while I finish up a couple of things." As the Baron was walking away, Martin was pulled to his feet and his hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffed. The attendants left also leaving Martin alone with Tiffany.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Vargos. Your husband is such a wonderful man," she said with a giggle at the sight of this distressed man standing in front of her.
"What do you want?" Martin looked at her with eyes that seemed resigned to his fate.
"As you know, I will be having sex with your husband and taking care of his needs while we are away. Are there any special needs he has or little things that he likes in bed that you could share with me?"
" WHAT? You can't be serious." Martin stumbled in his 6" heels his male voice sounding sharp. "I could care less."
"That's what we're here to talk about right? Satisfying your husband. I don't want to disappoint him or you either."
"I hope you like a mouth full of dick bitch, because that's what you're going to get," Martin tried to sound aggressive and intimidate her, but he sounded tired.
"Well duh. Like I didn't know that. Of course he will want me to suck his penis. He's a man isn't he?" Tiffany said in a matter of fact manner. Then she had a bit of an embarrassed look on her face. "I'm sorry Lady Vargos. I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you. I know you are a man too, and you don't get your penis sucked anymore..............but I'm sure you still desire the pleasures and feeling of such things if you were allowed. Maybe your concubine will be so kind as to offer you some oral stimulation."
"Just go away. I'm done with this. Leave me alone."
"I do have a pussy for him to use. I will offer that to him first. Hopefully he'll want that instead of well, you know. I mean, I can take it up my bottom if I have to, but it's very uncomfortable for me, and if he has a really big penis it just hurts too much," she said in a bashful manner. "How about moaning. Does he like for you to moan during sex? Do you scream out during his orgasm? Does he like that?" she asked.
"Yeah. I scream all the time, but know one cares. What man wouldn't scream with a another man's big dick stuck up his ass," Martin said in a mildly sarcastic tone.
"Does he have a big penis?" she asked with a timid smile.
"Yes." Martin said quietly. "Is that whaht you want to here?"
"I like a man with a large penis. I'm sure I will enjoy sharing time with him." she said smiling.
The Baron was coming back down the hallway now. "Thank you very much Lady Vargos. I will do my best," she said as she stepped back and received another kiss from the Baron. This time it was little more passionate
"My darling, I would like to see you one last time before I leave
on my trip. Please join me," he said to Martin opening the restroom
door.
"NO!!! Not in a damn public restroom you sleazy scum. What's wrong with you?" Martin stumbled in his heels and fell. "Why don't you just have her do this for you? Take her in there," he said getting very emotional and looking to Tiffany in panic. "She wants to suck your dick, let her do it."
"Oh my love, Tiffany is my concubine for my business trip and it would not be proper for her to do such a thing while we are both still here together. It would be adulterous in a way."
The two attendants came back and Martin fought them as he was dragged on the floor into the restroom kicking and yelling his objections to the echoes of the restroom walls.
"Let go of me! Let her do this. She wants to do it," Martin yelled in his frustration as he knew what was going to happen to him. His head hung as they lifted Martin to his feet. Martin stood breathing hard holding onto the sink awaiting his husband's last quick show of affection before he left. The man and woman uncuffed Martin and left him alone in the restroom.
"I will not be long my sweet," he said to Tiffany.
"Baron. Your wife is correct," Tiffany said putting her arm around the Baron's neck and giving him a light but sexy kiss. "I would love to take his place and do this for you if you like. Your wife, well he doesn't seem quite up to the task right now, if you ask me," she said looking up at him shyly through her false eyelashes.
"She will be fine. You and I will have plenty of time alone together later," the Baron kissed her again and entered the restroom. Tiffany stood outside the door easily hearing Martin's immediate objections to his husbands intentions.
The Baron immediately approached Martin and grabbed him roughly, pulling him to him and kissing him. The Baron released his kiss and held Martin's head against his chest trying to comfort the crying feminized man.
"It's alright Marcia. Don't cry."
"Do I have to do this?" Martin cried softly gripping the Baron's jacket with his red fingernails dug in. He was looking at the floor, rubbing his head on the Baron's chest in mental anguish. There was a moment of silence as the Baron rubbed Martin's back. Martin was no longer able to fight him.
"Yes," he said softly.
"But we are in a public restroom. Don't make me do this here. Please Baron, this is so disgusting." Martin looked the Baron in the eye. "Please, for me, don't do this here." For all the class the Baron and his family tried to show the public, Martin realized this man had no class at all.
Martin felt the Baron's hands on his shoulders and the pressure pushing him down toward the floor.
"No....For god sakes, take me to a room to do this," Martin said softly shaking his head as he was forced down to his knees. While Martin agonized in front of the Baron on his knees, the Baron unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect cock. "Oh god no," Martin begged the Baron as he took Martin's chin in his hand and squeezed his cheeks, parting his lips. The Baron had the head of his cock on Martin's lips now.
"NO!.........AWK...." Martin's mouth was quickly filled with his husband's semi erect cock. Martin struggled managing to pull away just enough to turn his head and get the huge cock out of his mouth. "STOP!" he gasped. The Baron repositioned Martin and once again. "NO!!......SHE WILL DO.....GAWK.....UUMMPPHHH!!" Martin screamed a desperate but muffled cry for help. The Baron grabbed a hand full of Martin's newly dyed red hair on the back of his head and pulled him tight to him, causing Martin to gag instantly. Then the Baron began a rhythmic thrust of his pelvis back and forth, pounding Martin's lips with a passion of a man enjoying a wet pussy. Martin fought to hold off the viciousness of the Baron's actions, and feared that he could be injured if the Baron was not careful.
Tiffany could hear the sounds Martin was making through the door as the bathroom walls only echoed the event that was happening inside.
"GAWK.....GAWK........GAWK....ACCKKKK!!" Martin choked severely on the thrust of the now fully erect uncircumcised cock. Martin held onto the Baron's belt, desperately trying to lessen the impact of the thrust into his throat. Martin closed his eyes and waited now for the huge load of cum that he was sure his husband was getting ready to deposit in his mouth. Then slowly the Baron removed his cock and pulled a coughing, gasping Martin up from the floor. He gave Martin a smile and then turned him around to face the sink. Martin felt himself being pushed over so his hands were on the sink then down to his elbows. Then his dressed was flipped up over his back and the Baron removed Martin's panties. Martin tried to turn around only to be roughly pushed back down to the sink again. Looking back at the Baron, Martin stood bent over with his legs spread and his bare ass exposed.
"You better enjoy this you perverted bastard. I will make you pay for this, I promise." Martin's head was turned back to face the mirror by the baron's big hands, so Martin could see the reflection of the man he had now become. His makeup had run all over his face and his newly dyed red hair was all messed up. Martin gripped the sink tightly, bracing himself for the initial penetration of his husbands cock. He felt the head press against his butt hole.
"AAAHHGGGGG!!!" came the scream from in the restroom. Tiffany giggled at the intensity of the scream as Martin's rectum was slowly parted by his husband's huge intrusive cock once more as it slid deeply but steadily inside him. She pictured this man wearing his pink dress and being fucked in a public restroom by a real man. "OH GOD, BARON STOP!!" Martin's tearful cry now sounded desperate. He knew he wouldn't stop though, not till he had exploded with a satisfying orgasm inside Martin, but the spontaneous reaction was to plead for it to all stop. It left no doubts in Tiffany's mind what was happening to Martin now. "HURRY UP DAMN IT. JUST GET DONE AND TAKE IT OUT," Martin's voice faded. Tiffany heard the Baron grunting now and the sound of his pelvis slapping up against Martin's ass cheeks on each thrust as his cock slid in and out being squeezed tightly by Martin's butt hole. A full 7" of enjoyment each way. Martin was grunting loudly too and trying not to scream out. Martin's heels were coming off the floor and landing in a steady rhythmic pattern over and over.
"AHHH......Oh yes, my love. AHHH........oh that's nice," the Baron now thrust hard as his orgasm began.
"OOUUCCHH!" Martin squealed as he was held tightly as the thrust of the orgasm made the Baron shake all over. He felt his husband's semen being placed deep in his rectum. "WHHAAAA!!" Martin screamed out again as the Baron pulled back and thrust his hard cock again deep in Martin's anal cavity, holding him down over the sink as he finished his orgasm. The Baron pulled Martin up, and held him for a moment from behind with his cock still in him.
"Why......do you do this to me. You could have used that girl out there. Why me?" Martin stood limply and cried as he was held and kissed on the neck by the baron. "Please, take it out." Martin said now giving no resistance to his husband, "If you're done, would you just take it out now, please," he blubbered.
"Is there anything else I can do for you my love before I go?" the Baron asked still holding Martin firmly and rubbing his stomach.
"Yes, would you please take your dick out of my ass," Martin was sobbing now and shaking. The Baron eased his cock out now as Martin grimaced, and he turned Martin to face him. Martin leaned back against the sink creating space between the two of them. The Baron gave him a smile and picked up the hem of Martin's pink dress and used it to wipe his cock with. He cleaned himself up well and then dropped the skirt. Martin felt used, even more so than ever. He was just a cheap thrill to be used by this man on a whim.
"I'll be back in a week my sweet. I will miss you," he said kissing Martin's cheek as he turned his head away. The Baron walked out of the restroom to Tiffany who was waiting for him.
"You ready to go now?" she said smiling a knowing smile of what had just transpired behind the door between the Baron and his wife.
Martin was sitting in the corner of the restroom on the floor beside a urinal. He had been forcibly violated by his husband once again. He wiped his eyes with toilet paper. He took his high heels off and pulled his feet up under him and hugged his legs. "What am I going to do?" he said in broken words to himself. "I just can't see myself living my life as a woman, with all this humiliation, and degradation. It's crushing my soul." The ache in his rectum still burning form the abuse he had just received. His ass was not designed for such things. He was so conflicted now that he couldn't think straight anymore. "I want to be a normal man. What's wrong with that?" he wailed out as he cried again alone in the restroom. WHAT"S WRONG WITH THAT!" he yelled out in the empty restroom. Looking down at his red painted toenails he put his face in his hands, "Oh god." He felt so ashamed now for all the things that he had allowed them to do to him. Looking at his hand he stared at the diamond ring that was the symbol of all that he was now. It sat so gracefully on his brightly manicured fingers. Martin was now the obediant, and well seeded wife of another man.
What would tomorrow and the days ahead bring for Martin? The consummation of his marriage was now complete, with all the intense deviate sex and celebrations of Martin's turmoil. His new husband was leaving town with another woman, a concubine, to comfort him while away. Martin couldn't imagine what was in store for him, he could only sit in the corner and anguish as he melted in his own self pity for now. This ends "The Marriage of Martin Hastings." However his story does continue in the next saga, "The Life and Times of Lady Vargos
"NO!!! Not in a damn public restroom you sleazy scum. What's wrong with you?" Martin stumbled in his heels and fell. "Why don't you just have her do this for you? Take her in there," he said getting very emotional and looking to Tiffany in panic. "She wants to suck your dick, let her do it."
"Oh my love, Tiffany is my concubine for my business trip and it would not be proper for her to do such a thing while we are both still here together. It would be adulterous in a way."
The two attendants came back and Martin fought them as he was dragged on the floor into the restroom kicking and yelling his objections to the echoes of the restroom walls.
"Let go of me! Let her do this. She wants to do it," Martin yelled in his frustration as he knew what was going to happen to him. His head hung as they lifted Martin to his feet. Martin stood breathing hard holding onto the sink awaiting his husband's last quick show of affection before he left. The man and woman uncuffed Martin and left him alone in the restroom.
"I will not be long my sweet," he said to Tiffany.
"Baron. Your wife is correct," Tiffany said putting her arm around the Baron's neck and giving him a light but sexy kiss. "I would love to take his place and do this for you if you like. Your wife, well he doesn't seem quite up to the task right now, if you ask me," she said looking up at him shyly through her false eyelashes.
"She will be fine. You and I will have plenty of time alone together later," the Baron kissed her again and entered the restroom. Tiffany stood outside the door easily hearing Martin's immediate objections to his husbands intentions.
The Baron immediately approached Martin and grabbed him roughly, pulling him to him and kissing him. The Baron released his kiss and held Martin's head against his chest trying to comfort the crying feminized man.
"It's alright Marcia. Don't cry."
"Do I have to do this?" Martin cried softly gripping the Baron's jacket with his red fingernails dug in. He was looking at the floor, rubbing his head on the Baron's chest in mental anguish. There was a moment of silence as the Baron rubbed Martin's back. Martin was no longer able to fight him.
"Yes," he said softly.
"But we are in a public restroom. Don't make me do this here. Please Baron, this is so disgusting." Martin looked the Baron in the eye. "Please, for me, don't do this here." For all the class the Baron and his family tried to show the public, Martin realized this man had no class at all.
Martin felt the Baron's hands on his shoulders and the pressure pushing him down toward the floor.
"No....For god sakes, take me to a room to do this," Martin said softly shaking his head as he was forced down to his knees. While Martin agonized in front of the Baron on his knees, the Baron unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect cock. "Oh god no," Martin begged the Baron as he took Martin's chin in his hand and squeezed his cheeks, parting his lips. The Baron had the head of his cock on Martin's lips now.
"NO!.........AWK...." Martin's mouth was quickly filled with his husband's semi erect cock. Martin struggled managing to pull away just enough to turn his head and get the huge cock out of his mouth. "STOP!" he gasped. The Baron repositioned Martin and once again. "NO!!......SHE WILL DO.....GAWK.....UUMMPPHHH!!" Martin screamed a desperate but muffled cry for help. The Baron grabbed a hand full of Martin's newly dyed red hair on the back of his head and pulled him tight to him, causing Martin to gag instantly. Then the Baron began a rhythmic thrust of his pelvis back and forth, pounding Martin's lips with a passion of a man enjoying a wet pussy. Martin fought to hold off the viciousness of the Baron's actions, and feared that he could be injured if the Baron was not careful.
Tiffany could hear the sounds Martin was making through the door as the bathroom walls only echoed the event that was happening inside.
"GAWK.....GAWK........GAWK....ACCKKKK!!" Martin choked severely on the thrust of the now fully erect uncircumcised cock. Martin held onto the Baron's belt, desperately trying to lessen the impact of the thrust into his throat. Martin closed his eyes and waited now for the huge load of cum that he was sure his husband was getting ready to deposit in his mouth. Then slowly the Baron removed his cock and pulled a coughing, gasping Martin up from the floor. He gave Martin a smile and then turned him around to face the sink. Martin felt himself being pushed over so his hands were on the sink then down to his elbows. Then his dressed was flipped up over his back and the Baron removed Martin's panties. Martin tried to turn around only to be roughly pushed back down to the sink again. Looking back at the Baron, Martin stood bent over with his legs spread and his bare ass exposed.
"You better enjoy this you perverted bastard. I will make you pay for this, I promise." Martin's head was turned back to face the mirror by the baron's big hands, so Martin could see the reflection of the man he had now become. His makeup had run all over his face and his newly dyed red hair was all messed up. Martin gripped the sink tightly, bracing himself for the initial penetration of his husbands cock. He felt the head press against his butt hole.
"AAAHHGGGGG!!!" came the scream from in the restroom. Tiffany giggled at the intensity of the scream as Martin's rectum was slowly parted by his husband's huge intrusive cock once more as it slid deeply but steadily inside him. She pictured this man wearing his pink dress and being fucked in a public restroom by a real man. "OH GOD, BARON STOP!!" Martin's tearful cry now sounded desperate. He knew he wouldn't stop though, not till he had exploded with a satisfying orgasm inside Martin, but the spontaneous reaction was to plead for it to all stop. It left no doubts in Tiffany's mind what was happening to Martin now. "HURRY UP DAMN IT. JUST GET DONE AND TAKE IT OUT," Martin's voice faded. Tiffany heard the Baron grunting now and the sound of his pelvis slapping up against Martin's ass cheeks on each thrust as his cock slid in and out being squeezed tightly by Martin's butt hole. A full 7" of enjoyment each way. Martin was grunting loudly too and trying not to scream out. Martin's heels were coming off the floor and landing in a steady rhythmic pattern over and over.
"AHHH......Oh yes, my love. AHHH........oh that's nice," the Baron now thrust hard as his orgasm began.
"OOUUCCHH!" Martin squealed as he was held tightly as the thrust of the orgasm made the Baron shake all over. He felt his husband's semen being placed deep in his rectum. "WHHAAAA!!" Martin screamed out again as the Baron pulled back and thrust his hard cock again deep in Martin's anal cavity, holding him down over the sink as he finished his orgasm. The Baron pulled Martin up, and held him for a moment from behind with his cock still in him.
"Why......do you do this to me. You could have used that girl out there. Why me?" Martin stood limply and cried as he was held and kissed on the neck by the baron. "Please, take it out." Martin said now giving no resistance to his husband, "If you're done, would you just take it out now, please," he blubbered.
"Is there anything else I can do for you my love before I go?" the Baron asked still holding Martin firmly and rubbing his stomach.
"Yes, would you please take your dick out of my ass," Martin was sobbing now and shaking. The Baron eased his cock out now as Martin grimaced, and he turned Martin to face him. Martin leaned back against the sink creating space between the two of them. The Baron gave him a smile and picked up the hem of Martin's pink dress and used it to wipe his cock with. He cleaned himself up well and then dropped the skirt. Martin felt used, even more so than ever. He was just a cheap thrill to be used by this man on a whim.
"I'll be back in a week my sweet. I will miss you," he said kissing Martin's cheek as he turned his head away. The Baron walked out of the restroom to Tiffany who was waiting for him.
"You ready to go now?" she said smiling a knowing smile of what had just transpired behind the door between the Baron and his wife.
Martin was sitting in the corner of the restroom on the floor beside a urinal. He had been forcibly violated by his husband once again. He wiped his eyes with toilet paper. He took his high heels off and pulled his feet up under him and hugged his legs. "What am I going to do?" he said in broken words to himself. "I just can't see myself living my life as a woman, with all this humiliation, and degradation. It's crushing my soul." The ache in his rectum still burning form the abuse he had just received. His ass was not designed for such things. He was so conflicted now that he couldn't think straight anymore. "I want to be a normal man. What's wrong with that?" he wailed out as he cried again alone in the restroom. WHAT"S WRONG WITH THAT!" he yelled out in the empty restroom. Looking down at his red painted toenails he put his face in his hands, "Oh god." He felt so ashamed now for all the things that he had allowed them to do to him. Looking at his hand he stared at the diamond ring that was the symbol of all that he was now. It sat so gracefully on his brightly manicured fingers. Martin was now the obediant, and well seeded wife of another man.
What would tomorrow and the days ahead bring for Martin? The consummation of his marriage was now complete, with all the intense deviate sex and celebrations of Martin's turmoil. His new husband was leaving town with another woman, a concubine, to comfort him while away. Martin couldn't imagine what was in store for him, he could only sit in the corner and anguish as he melted in his own self pity for now. This ends "The Marriage of Martin Hastings." However his story does continue in the next saga, "The Life and Times of Lady Vargos
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