Volume
One
"The Martin Hastings
Saga" is a work of erotic fantasy/fiction in three distinct pieces and is not
based on any beliefs/realities or are any of the characters based on person's
alive or dead. This story contains elements of b/d, s/m, forced femininity, and
some explicit scenes of gay sexual activity, some non consensual in nature. The
story is meant to be a piece of erotic literature for entertainment purposes
only, about a straight man who is forced to become another man's crossdressed
wife.
Book
One
"The Marriage of
Martin Hastings"
Written by:
Rikki
The Marriage of
Martin Hasting is a tale of forced feminization and forced marriage. It
touches the rails of many fetishes, dominance, and sexual activities. The story
develops many twist and turns, and develops new characters as it progresses. I
hope those who follow this story from this point on, will enjoy the helplessness
and the strong determination to escape that fills Martin's day's, as Mrs.
Vargos.
Chapter Four
"The Three Nights of
Consummation"
Martin walked slowly down the hallway in his 5" high heels pulling at his wrist restraints that were attached to a waist belt to no avail. He turned around suddenly and there for the first time he saw himself completely dressed as a woman in a wall mirror. He stood and looked at himself stunned at the image.
"What have they done to me?" He looked at his high arched eyebrows and the eye makeup and false eyelashes. His hair was all a mess from the Baron's advances, but it was still teased up in curls galore. He felt humiliation overwhelm him as he looked at his hair. His grandmothers earrings hung from his earlobes. He'd forgotten he was wearing them till he saw his reflection. His bare shoulders added elegance as well as sense of vulnerability to his look, and then he noticed a dark brown spot on the side of his neck. He looked at the hickey closely, turning his head as far as he could and still see it in the mirror. This man had already left his mark on him.
"Those bastards," he said softly staring at his feminized reflection. "Who do they think they are doing this to me."
"Mrs. Vargos!" a woman's voice startled him. He turned and there stood Leanne. "I found him. He's over here," she called to someone out of Martin's line of sight.
Martin walked slowly down the hallway in his 5" high heels pulling at his wrist restraints that were attached to a waist belt to no avail. He turned around suddenly and there for the first time he saw himself completely dressed as a woman in a wall mirror. He stood and looked at himself stunned at the image.
"What have they done to me?" He looked at his high arched eyebrows and the eye makeup and false eyelashes. His hair was all a mess from the Baron's advances, but it was still teased up in curls galore. He felt humiliation overwhelm him as he looked at his hair. His grandmothers earrings hung from his earlobes. He'd forgotten he was wearing them till he saw his reflection. His bare shoulders added elegance as well as sense of vulnerability to his look, and then he noticed a dark brown spot on the side of his neck. He looked at the hickey closely, turning his head as far as he could and still see it in the mirror. This man had already left his mark on him.
"Those bastards," he said softly staring at his feminized reflection. "Who do they think they are doing this to me."
"Mrs. Vargos!" a woman's voice startled him. He turned and there stood Leanne. "I found him. He's over here," she called to someone out of Martin's line of sight.
Martin took a
few steps back now.
"Mrs. Vargos, is everything OK? I though you and the Baron were going to spend a little quiet time together," she said looking at him. "And what have you done to your hair?"
"That pervert you call The Baron wanted to see if it was really attached to my head on the way over," he said in a flippant way.
"Mrs. Vargos, is everything OK? I though you and the Baron were going to spend a little quiet time together," she said looking at him. "And what have you done to your hair?"
"That pervert you call The Baron wanted to see if it was really attached to my head on the way over," he said in a flippant way.
"Well that look
will never do."
A security man
and woman came around the corner and headed toward Martin.
"Leanne. Get me out of these cuffs?" he
looked at her hopefully. "I am a very wealthy man and I will be very generous if
you would let me go now."
"Well, if your ready to get started. We can start a little early I guess. It will give me time to fix that hair." she opened the door to a dressing room.
"Get Started? We just finished as far as I'm concerned. Get me out of these cuffs," Martin looked at her.
"Your not finished. I am here to prepare you for your wedding night." she smiled. "C'mon Mrs. Vargos, let's get you out of that dress and get you in the styling chair, so I can strap you down and we'll get started," she pointed at the styling chair that had just been at the church where the wedding had been.
Martin was seized by both arms. His wrist were released and the waist belt removed.
"I'm not sitting in that chair again," he looked back and forth at the two that had grabbed his arms.
"Yes you are Mrs. Vargos." she smiled not breaking eye contact. "I just got here and put in place."
"This is nonsense."
Martin was roughly turned and Leanne unzipped his dress. She dropped it to the floor then unhooked his bra taking it away. Martin's high heels were removed. The tight shoes had left distinct imprints on the sides and top of his feet.
"Stop this," he yelled as she pulled his panties down.
Martin was now
completely naked. They picked Martin up and put him in the chair. Martin kicked
at the chair trying to stop them but he was seated anyway.
"Settle down Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said watching.
"Well, if your ready to get started. We can start a little early I guess. It will give me time to fix that hair." she opened the door to a dressing room.
"Get Started? We just finished as far as I'm concerned. Get me out of these cuffs," Martin looked at her.
"Your not finished. I am here to prepare you for your wedding night." she smiled. "C'mon Mrs. Vargos, let's get you out of that dress and get you in the styling chair, so I can strap you down and we'll get started," she pointed at the styling chair that had just been at the church where the wedding had been.
Martin was seized by both arms. His wrist were released and the waist belt removed.
"I'm not sitting in that chair again," he looked back and forth at the two that had grabbed his arms.
"Yes you are Mrs. Vargos." she smiled not breaking eye contact. "I just got here and put in place."
"This is nonsense."
Martin was roughly turned and Leanne unzipped his dress. She dropped it to the floor then unhooked his bra taking it away. Martin's high heels were removed. The tight shoes had left distinct imprints on the sides and top of his feet.
"Stop this," he yelled as she pulled his panties down.
"Settle down Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said watching.
Martin was about to transformed into the image of a very sexy pseudo woman then offer him to some guy to have sex with, and Leanne doesn't want any problems from him? No complaints? Full cooperation?
"What is this,
a torture chamber?" Martin said to the man as he was manhandled a little too
roughly as far as Martin was concerned.
They held
Martin in the chair while Leanne began fastening the straps on his arms. Once
his arms were secure, the two security helped with the other straps and Martin
was fully strapped in the chair very quickly.
Martin jerked violently at his bonds again
in total frustration.
"Let's get
started now shall we. I've decided to shampoo and reset that hair. This gives
you plenty of dryer time. Are you comfortable Mrs. Vargos?" she
asked.
"Why do I have to be strapped down like this?."
"Why do I have to be strapped down like this?."
"Because Mrs.
Vargos, the straps keep you in place so I can do what I need to do to you. You
would not allow me to do these things if you weren't strapped in where you can't
do anything to stop me."
"Do you blame
me. I don't want to look like a woman."
"I don't
blame you, but I do want you to look like a woman. Since we disagree on this you
will be strapped in the chair, so I can do my job and you can't interfere, while
I make you look like a woman."
Leanne looked
to the two security people.
"Thank you.
I'll let you know when I need your assistance again. I'm fine for now," she said
dismissing the young man and woman that helped restrain
Martin.
"This is not a dress up game to me damn it." His deadpan tone obvious. "Where am I?" he looked in the mirror at her.
"This is your house Mrs.Vargos. You live here."
"This is not a dress up game to me damn it." His deadpan tone obvious. "Where am I?" he looked in the mirror at her.
"This is your house Mrs.Vargos. You live here."
Martin fumed
at the ease that she spoke to him as a woman. She reclined his head into the
shampoo bowl and lathered his hair. She massaged the shampoo into his hair and
worked it much longer than any shampoo he had ever had.
Leanne set the chair upright again and combed through Martin's hair.
"So Mrs. Vargos, tonight starts the "Three Nights of Consummation" for you," she said as she finished combing his hair and pulling up the roller trays.
"What the hell is that." he spat out, but he wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
"It's a very old tradition, especially in the upper class social circles. Not done much anymore openly. It's seen as degrading to women for the most part, but the social elites still sometimes practice it to make news in their communities and the little social gossip circles."
Leanne set the chair upright again and combed through Martin's hair.
"So Mrs. Vargos, tonight starts the "Three Nights of Consummation" for you," she said as she finished combing his hair and pulling up the roller trays.
"What the hell is that." he spat out, but he wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
"It's a very old tradition, especially in the upper class social circles. Not done much anymore openly. It's seen as degrading to women for the most part, but the social elites still sometimes practice it to make news in their communities and the little social gossip circles."
"I'm not a
woman!" He hissed.
"That's true
you are not a woman, but you are a bride and being such you will on your wedding
night begin what is called, Three Nights of Consummation, the same way a woman
bride would. During the three day consummation period you will only wear white.
Tonight, you and your husband will have your first night together. You will be
receiving his 'seed' for the first time and..."
"Whoa! No seed here. I'm not going to let him fuck me!" Martin said angrily as he snapped his head away from her and strained at his leg restraints in an attempt to free himself form his bonds.
"Please Mrs. Vargos. I am just trying to explain The Three Nights of Consummation tradition so......." he interrupted again.
"Don't call me Mrs. Vargos. Call me by my real name damn it" he was ranting now.
"Whoa! No seed here. I'm not going to let him fuck me!" Martin said angrily as he snapped his head away from her and strained at his leg restraints in an attempt to free himself form his bonds.
"Please Mrs. Vargos. I am just trying to explain The Three Nights of Consummation tradition so......." he interrupted again.
"Don't call me Mrs. Vargos. Call me by my real name damn it" he was ranting now.
"Your name is Marcia. The Baron picked it
for you before you were married so the name changes went into affect at the same
time. Your name is Marcia Vargos," she said.
"No."
"Mrs. Vargos! I would hate to have to have Tabatha make a special trip over hear to paddle you before your wedding night. I know it takes time for a young man to adjust to all this, but we don't have that kind of time now. I've done this before. So please try and cooperate. It's so much easier that way." she said turning the chair.
"Oh yeah, did the last guy you put through this cooperate?" he scowled.
"Eventually, but not initially. He was actually worse than you, but Marcia, he spent a long time in control restraints, and was paddled regularly for his lack of cooperation. He was cuffed and hobbled daily for quite awhile. You don't want to do all that." she tried to make him understand.
"You punished this guy because he didn't want to be a girl? That's outrageous."
"No, he was punished for not cooperating with me," she said with conviction in her view of the difference of opinion.
"But he fought you didn't he? He didn't like it huh. Didn't like being told he had to be some guy's wife. I wonder why?" Martin looked like as if he couldn't figure it out.
"Yes.....yes he did. He didn't settle down and accept his place until he received breast implants. I think having large breast just kind of broke the rebellious spirit. I must admit he does look very nice with breast though." she began picking things up.
Martin couldn't speak initially. His lips trembled as he looked at her in the mirror. She's not serious, he thought. She's trying to intimidate me.
"This man was
forced to have breast implants? Do you know what that would do to a man forcing
him to have breast like a woman?"
"Yes I do.
They seem to accept the fact that this is a serious thing and we are not
playing."
"The Baron
doesn't think I'm going agree to breast implants does he?" he asked
meekly.
"The Baron does like large breast, but that will be totally up to
your husband Marcia. It doesn't matter of you agree or disagree. If he decides
he wants to see you with large breast like a woman, arrangements will be made
and you will have the procedure done. It's that simple." She looked at him in
the mirror.
"Now as I was saying Mrs. Vargos, you will receive your husband's 'seed' the first night. After that has been done nobody but the your husband and myself, your personnel attendant, may look directly upon your face until the consummation period is over. In the old traditions the husband would place a hickey on the brides neck each time they have intercourse. This was so the public would know of the husband's passion as a man, and the brides acceptance as the woman, or in your case the male bride."
"What are you looking at you big prick." Martin hissed at him. "You work for me you know. I'm making a new rule for you security pervs that brings a whole new meaning to dress uniform" he yelled as the guy left the room.
Martin was left alone with his thoughts while the hair dryer did it's job. Martin was so angry at all this and frustrated that he couldn't get them to stop. This thing just kept moving forward. The thought of receiving this man's seed Martin found revolting.
"What gives this guy the right to put his semen in me?" Martin looked around the room. He was going to be made to look as sexy as possible, just so the Baron could do just that, and everyone was going to look him in the eye at the reception with knowing smiles. Martin suddenly began to weep openly. Setting very erect, strapped into the chair while his hair dried.
"I don't want to do this" he mumbled through tears of frustration again. "Stop this......please" his voice faded. Martin looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!!!!!" he yelled. Then he sobbed for the next 30 minutes while his hair dried.
Leanne returned with the lingerie that Martin was to wear for the evening. She looked at Martin's tear stained face.
"How we doing Marcia?" she asked.
"Don't do this to me. Please....just let me go." he was exhausted from the emotional drain. He realized he was at the last moments. Though still in curlers and his makeup yet to be done, Martin knew what was coming, and soon.
Leanne patted his shoulder. "Let's clean up that face and get ready for makeup" she pulled the makeup tray over.
"Leanne" he said looking at her "Do I have to do this?"
"Yes, you have to do this." she said putting a makeup cape around his neck
"Is there another way to do it? Can we make an agreement? I can't do this. Not like this. I'll be an emotional wreck." he looked lost.
"I'm afraid not Mrs. Vargos. There is only one way for your husband to deliver his seed as far as I know and consummate the marriage." she once again set the makeup tray next to him. "You can do this. You look very pretty and you will be dressed very appropriately for the moment, and your husbands actions will be appropriate also. This will be a normal evening." she was looking for something.
"For God's sake I'm a man. What do you not understand about that? This is not normal. I don't want to have sex with a man," he spat out.
"I fully understand you are a man. That's why it is called a same sex marriage. That means two men. Nothing says that, though you are male in gender, you can't present yourself to the world in a more beautiful form." she smiled. "Beauty is not restricted to females you know. There are many beautiful crossdressing males and you will be one also."
"What?" he said as she cold creamed his face.
Martin looked at the sexy little white teddy outfit he was to wear this evening. Leanne had finished his hair and was now putting the final touches on his makeup.
"I have no
say?" he looked at her desperately.
"No Marcia not on matters like that you don't. I think if you were to have breast it would be more for fashion. I think the other young man was more for discipline and control, but he did have it done just the same."
"No Marcia not on matters like that you don't. I think if you were to have breast it would be more for fashion. I think the other young man was more for discipline and control, but he did have it done just the same."
Martin was
nervous. On the way over in the car all his husband did was cup his breast, and
suck his nipples. Martin looked at his chest in the mirror. He could only
imagine how that other man must have felt the first time he had to sit like this
seeing his image with large breast that were real and his. He could understand
how the young man's spirit could be broken.
"I'M NOT DOING THIS
ANYMORE!" he screamed. "Let me go damn it." he fought with his bonds. "You just
can't change someone's name without asking!" he was furious. His name was the
last bit of manhood associated with him, and now they are taking that away
also?
Leanne
stepped away for a moment then came back with a black box in her hands.
She removed the heart shaped headrest again and lifted the box placing on the
chair and securing it.
"NO LEANNE."
Martin yelled realizing what it was.
"Too late,"
she said gathering a few things.
Martin leaned
his head forward as far as he could only to have Leanne push his head back into
the box, and pull the chin strap inside around his chin.
"Don't do this
to me," he said watching her with the feeling of hopelessness coming over
him.
"Hush," she
said as she fixed the box on the chair.
She pulled the
leather blind fold down over his eyes, and then forced the mouthpiece between
his lips. There were two small ear pieces she pushed in his ears so he could
hear her talk when she wanted to communicate with him without opening the
box.
"Now Mrs.
Vargos," Leanne said firmly, "I don't like having to do this, but understand I
have no problems with doing it when you need it. Think about it."
"UUMMPPHH!!!!"
Martin groaned as she began pumping the rubber bladder that was inside the box.
The sound of the rubber expanding and the pressure around Martin's head becoming
tighter and tighter was all he could feel.
Leanne closed
the door and finished pumping the box.
Martin became
silent, and sat up very rigid an straight in the styling chair, unable to
move, while Leanne pulled the things she would need to transform Martin for the
evening.
"Can you hear
me Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said switching on the ear phones.
Leanne began
doing other things around the room in preparation as she spoke to
him.
"Now as I was saying Mrs. Vargos, you will receive your husband's 'seed' the first night. After that has been done nobody but the your husband and myself, your personnel attendant, may look directly upon your face until the consummation period is over. In the old traditions the husband would place a hickey on the brides neck each time they have intercourse. This was so the public would know of the husband's passion as a man, and the brides acceptance as the woman, or in your case the male bride."
There was
pulling on the restraints as she talked.
"The following
day I will prepare you and then you and your husband will meet with your
parents. In this case your mother. This will be followed by the second night of
The Consummation, where you will be seeded by your husband again." Leanne was
cleaning the counter as she talked.
Martin jerked
at his bonds again.
"The following day you are to meet with your husband's parents, which of course will be followed by the final night of the Consummation. You will be receiving his seed each night of the consummation. After the third night you will no longer have to wear all white. The innocence will be gone. There will be a large banquet of family and friends the next evening where everyone will look upon your face as the newly consummated and seeded bride of the Baron Vargos and you will be introduced to the family and community as The Lady Vargos." she said patting him on the shoulder.
"The following day you are to meet with your husband's parents, which of course will be followed by the final night of the Consummation. You will be receiving his seed each night of the consummation. After the third night you will no longer have to wear all white. The innocence will be gone. There will be a large banquet of family and friends the next evening where everyone will look upon your face as the newly consummated and seeded bride of the Baron Vargos and you will be introduced to the family and community as The Lady Vargos." she said patting him on the shoulder.
It was
obvious that Martin was crying, his rigid posture in the chair
shaking.
"Now, I'm
going to turn the ear phones off, and let you sit here for an hour to absorb
what I have told you, and to regain your composure. I don't mind you objecting
to this process and I understand the reluctance of a young man such as yourself
accept what is happening so quickly, but Mrs. Vargos I do expect you
to cooperate with me and allow me to do what I have to do."
The ear phones
went dead and Martin sat there in the silent darkness to think about what was
going to happen to him tonight, and the next nights after that.
Martin said
nothing when his head was removed from the box.
"This all
sounds like a fairy tale to me," was Martin's first words spoken
softly.
"It's no fairy
tale I promise you."
"I'm going to
curl your hair now," Leanne said as she started putting the curlers in is hair.
Martin didn't resist what she was doing.
"How am I to
meet people when you just said I can't show my face? Tell me that," he ask her
having listened to what was expected during the consummation
period.
"As the new bride you will be wearing a "Bliss Mask" in public to cover your face" she continued.
"Of course I will. Why didn't I think of that. A Bliss Mask" he said in a mono tone and sarcastic voice.
Leanne worked quickly to get his hair set. This was not a scheduled setting and she had to get his hair done quickly.
"Marcia, I'm going to put you under the dryer now. We don't have a lot of time."
"Please don't call me that. My name is Martin. Please call me Martin." he said almost defeated.
"Marcia, please control yourself." Leanne tried to get his attention.
"As the new bride you will be wearing a "Bliss Mask" in public to cover your face" she continued.
"Of course I will. Why didn't I think of that. A Bliss Mask" he said in a mono tone and sarcastic voice.
Leanne worked quickly to get his hair set. This was not a scheduled setting and she had to get his hair done quickly.
"Marcia, I'm going to put you under the dryer now. We don't have a lot of time."
"Please don't call me that. My name is Martin. Please call me Martin." he said almost defeated.
"Marcia, please control yourself." Leanne tried to get his attention.
A male
security man came in the room to give Leanne a message.
"What are you looking at you big prick." Martin hissed at him. "You work for me you know. I'm making a new rule for you security pervs that brings a whole new meaning to dress uniform" he yelled as the guy left the room.
Martin was left alone with his thoughts while the hair dryer did it's job. Martin was so angry at all this and frustrated that he couldn't get them to stop. This thing just kept moving forward. The thought of receiving this man's seed Martin found revolting.
"What gives this guy the right to put his semen in me?" Martin looked around the room. He was going to be made to look as sexy as possible, just so the Baron could do just that, and everyone was going to look him in the eye at the reception with knowing smiles. Martin suddenly began to weep openly. Setting very erect, strapped into the chair while his hair dried.
"I don't want to do this" he mumbled through tears of frustration again. "Stop this......please" his voice faded. Martin looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!!!!!" he yelled. Then he sobbed for the next 30 minutes while his hair dried.
Leanne returned with the lingerie that Martin was to wear for the evening. She looked at Martin's tear stained face.
"How we doing Marcia?" she asked.
"Don't do this to me. Please....just let me go." he was exhausted from the emotional drain. He realized he was at the last moments. Though still in curlers and his makeup yet to be done, Martin knew what was coming, and soon.
Leanne patted his shoulder. "Let's clean up that face and get ready for makeup" she pulled the makeup tray over.
"Leanne" he said looking at her "Do I have to do this?"
"Yes, you have to do this." she said putting a makeup cape around his neck
"Is there another way to do it? Can we make an agreement? I can't do this. Not like this. I'll be an emotional wreck." he looked lost.
"I'm afraid not Mrs. Vargos. There is only one way for your husband to deliver his seed as far as I know and consummate the marriage." she once again set the makeup tray next to him. "You can do this. You look very pretty and you will be dressed very appropriately for the moment, and your husbands actions will be appropriate also. This will be a normal evening." she was looking for something.
"For God's sake I'm a man. What do you not understand about that? This is not normal. I don't want to have sex with a man," he spat out.
"I fully understand you are a man. That's why it is called a same sex marriage. That means two men. Nothing says that, though you are male in gender, you can't present yourself to the world in a more beautiful form." she smiled. "Beauty is not restricted to females you know. There are many beautiful crossdressing males and you will be one also."
"What?" he said as she cold creamed his face.
Martin looked at the sexy little white teddy outfit he was to wear this evening. Leanne had finished his hair and was now putting the final touches on his makeup.
His long false
eyelashes gave a very seductive look to his eyes no matter what he did. Leanne
had artfully used eyeliner to accent his eyes and several tones of eyeshadow
from a deep lilac on his lids to deeper earth tones in the creases. She had used
a lighter foundation on his face with blushed out cheeks, to make his red lips
more even more prominent.
"Please come in," Leanne called to the guards.
"Mrs. Vargos!" Leanne said sternly, but gently.
"I will be releasing you from the chair to dress you in your wedding night attire. Please understand, I need you to cooperate. If I have any problems I have security right in here with us. Do you understand me?" she ask waiting for his acknowledgment.
"Do you understand that I don't want you to dress me in that nightie. I want to be let go, and I want to go home." he said staring straight ahead.
"You know I can't do that. Mrs. Vargos, if you struggle while I am trying to get you ready, I will have you secured over that chair, and I will cane your bare butt, and I will cane you hard," she looked at him and added, "I don't want to have to do that."
"This is pure insanity." he hissed.
Leanne picked up the cane.
"Mrs. Vargos, Would you like a quick swat across the top of your thighs just so you know how awful it feels to be caned?" she raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of question is that. Why would I want to do that?" he spat out.
"That's true, but if you know how terrible it feels to be caned, you will not want more. and you will be more likely to cooperate. Doesn't that make sense to you?" she smiled a little.
"No. I don't want to be caned." he said in a sarcastic, mocking way. It was a ridiculous question.
"Oh, but Mrs. Vargos, I think you should have at least one really good, hard cut across the top of your thighs." she looked at the cane, running her fingers up and down it's length.
"I said NO! Can't you hear?" He gave her a glare through his heavily made up eyes.
"Well I think we should put a nice cut right across here before we get you dressed." she putting the cane on top of his thighs and moving it back and forth.
"I'll wear the nightie, I don't need to be hit with a cane," he seemed a bit desperate at the thought now.
"Oh yes. I know you'll wear it. And I know you'll cooperate. I think I should give you just one though. Then we can get you dressed." she raised the cane.
"NO! Just get me dressed, you are crazy...........No...Don't do it I'll....."
"SWIIIISH!!!!!" the cane came down hard on top of Martins thighs.
"OWWW!!!" he screamed out. "Damn you Leanne, that hurt. I told you I would go along with your little game. Why did you do that?" as a red stinging welt developed on his thighs. The burning sensation was intense. He could not imagine absorbing ten strokes from that cane on his ass.
"I KNOW what you said Mrs. Vargos! Now!, I KNOW what you'll do." she said undoing his restraints.
"Stand up." She held out white rhumba panties, with rows of frills across the bottom and lace at the leg openings and bows on the sides.
"I want you to put these on. You will dress yourself tonight for your husband." she smiled.
He took the panties and stepped into them. As he pulled them up he said. "Why?"
"The Baron likes you in these panties" she said.
He felt the mark on his thighs throbbing as he thought of seizing Leanne and strapping her in the chair till he could figure out how to get out of here. He knew he could overpower her with no problem, but the goons in the room were a different story and a scuffle would have them all over him in a second. Then he knew he would be severely caned and in intense pain, then end up right back where he was now. The frustration was mounting.
She said nothing as she held the bra for him to put his arms in. Martin looked at her, then put his hands out with his red fingernails fanned out as she slid the bra up his arms and slid the straps onto his shoulders. She stood back and instructed Martin to fasten the bra himself. Martin tried to fasten the bra, his hands working by feel alone. His nails had been forcibly lengthened and made things even more awkward. Leanne walked behind him and assisted with fastening. He was instructed to sit down and one leg at a time point his pretty red toes and slide the white seamed stockings up his leg and fasten them to the white garter belt he now wore. Leanne handed him white 6" spike heel pumps.
"Put the high heels on Mrs.Vargos then it's time to put the nightie on."
"Please come in," Leanne called to the guards.
"Mrs. Vargos!" Leanne said sternly, but gently.
"I will be releasing you from the chair to dress you in your wedding night attire. Please understand, I need you to cooperate. If I have any problems I have security right in here with us. Do you understand me?" she ask waiting for his acknowledgment.
"Do you understand that I don't want you to dress me in that nightie. I want to be let go, and I want to go home." he said staring straight ahead.
"You know I can't do that. Mrs. Vargos, if you struggle while I am trying to get you ready, I will have you secured over that chair, and I will cane your bare butt, and I will cane you hard," she looked at him and added, "I don't want to have to do that."
"This is pure insanity." he hissed.
Leanne picked up the cane.
"Mrs. Vargos, Would you like a quick swat across the top of your thighs just so you know how awful it feels to be caned?" she raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of question is that. Why would I want to do that?" he spat out.
"That's true, but if you know how terrible it feels to be caned, you will not want more. and you will be more likely to cooperate. Doesn't that make sense to you?" she smiled a little.
"No. I don't want to be caned." he said in a sarcastic, mocking way. It was a ridiculous question.
"Oh, but Mrs. Vargos, I think you should have at least one really good, hard cut across the top of your thighs." she looked at the cane, running her fingers up and down it's length.
"I said NO! Can't you hear?" He gave her a glare through his heavily made up eyes.
"Well I think we should put a nice cut right across here before we get you dressed." she putting the cane on top of his thighs and moving it back and forth.
"I'll wear the nightie, I don't need to be hit with a cane," he seemed a bit desperate at the thought now.
"Oh yes. I know you'll wear it. And I know you'll cooperate. I think I should give you just one though. Then we can get you dressed." she raised the cane.
"NO! Just get me dressed, you are crazy...........No...Don't do it I'll....."
"SWIIIISH!!!!!" the cane came down hard on top of Martins thighs.
"OWWW!!!" he screamed out. "Damn you Leanne, that hurt. I told you I would go along with your little game. Why did you do that?" as a red stinging welt developed on his thighs. The burning sensation was intense. He could not imagine absorbing ten strokes from that cane on his ass.
"I KNOW what you said Mrs. Vargos! Now!, I KNOW what you'll do." she said undoing his restraints.
"Stand up." She held out white rhumba panties, with rows of frills across the bottom and lace at the leg openings and bows on the sides.
"I want you to put these on. You will dress yourself tonight for your husband." she smiled.
He took the panties and stepped into them. As he pulled them up he said. "Why?"
"The Baron likes you in these panties" she said.
He felt the mark on his thighs throbbing as he thought of seizing Leanne and strapping her in the chair till he could figure out how to get out of here. He knew he could overpower her with no problem, but the goons in the room were a different story and a scuffle would have them all over him in a second. Then he knew he would be severely caned and in intense pain, then end up right back where he was now. The frustration was mounting.
She said nothing as she held the bra for him to put his arms in. Martin looked at her, then put his hands out with his red fingernails fanned out as she slid the bra up his arms and slid the straps onto his shoulders. She stood back and instructed Martin to fasten the bra himself. Martin tried to fasten the bra, his hands working by feel alone. His nails had been forcibly lengthened and made things even more awkward. Leanne walked behind him and assisted with fastening. He was instructed to sit down and one leg at a time point his pretty red toes and slide the white seamed stockings up his leg and fasten them to the white garter belt he now wore. Leanne handed him white 6" spike heel pumps.
"Put the high heels on Mrs.Vargos then it's time to put the nightie on."
Martin slid the
shoes onto his feet and stood straight up. The sensation of wearing the high
heels was strange. He was forced up high on the balls of his feet and the shoes
didn't allow for any relief. He felt the strain in his calves and arches of his
feet as he stood there.
He then took
the white lace nightie that was handed to him. He slid it over his fresh hairdo
and let it fall into place about mid thigh. Leanne held a white satin robe open
for Martin to put his arms into, and she tied the sash for him.
"There. Now you can open the robe and present yourself properly to your husband." she smiled.
Martin was emotionless as he clipped on the rhinestone earrings and choker he was given. Doing all this himself was degrading for him, but it was required by custom that the bride prepare herself for her husband for the wedding night consummation. Of course only Leanne was aware of that fact. She had Martin hold out his hands so she could slip white lace fingerless gloves onto each hand and turning the three tiers of lace over at his wrist. Martin was dressed.
"Mrs. Vargos. Thank you very much for your cooperation. You look very pretty and your outfit is very sexy. I'm sure your husband will be very pleased when he see's you." She turned to the door.
"I'm going to have you escorted into the bed chambers now." She nodded at the door on the opposite side of the room.
"Mrs. Vargos, I hope you have a wonderful evening and memorable wedding night." she looked back as the two men who had entered the room. She nodded to them.
"He's ready." Martin was seized on each arm and Leanne opened the door to the bedroom. Martin began to breath heavily.
"I'm sorry about the firm handling Mrs. Vargos, but it's time for you to enter the bedroom and consummate your marriage and have a feeling you are not quite ready to do this your self, so I have to make sure you do your part as a wife," Leanne said and smiled. She looked to the security.
"You can take him in now and prepare him." she said as she picked up a few items.
Martin was pushed forcibly toward the room.
"NOOOOOO!!" he yelled, as he struggled.
"There. Now you can open the robe and present yourself properly to your husband." she smiled.
Martin was emotionless as he clipped on the rhinestone earrings and choker he was given. Doing all this himself was degrading for him, but it was required by custom that the bride prepare herself for her husband for the wedding night consummation. Of course only Leanne was aware of that fact. She had Martin hold out his hands so she could slip white lace fingerless gloves onto each hand and turning the three tiers of lace over at his wrist. Martin was dressed.
"Mrs. Vargos. Thank you very much for your cooperation. You look very pretty and your outfit is very sexy. I'm sure your husband will be very pleased when he see's you." She turned to the door.
"I'm going to have you escorted into the bed chambers now." She nodded at the door on the opposite side of the room.
"Mrs. Vargos, I hope you have a wonderful evening and memorable wedding night." she looked back as the two men who had entered the room. She nodded to them.
"He's ready." Martin was seized on each arm and Leanne opened the door to the bedroom. Martin began to breath heavily.
"I'm sorry about the firm handling Mrs. Vargos, but it's time for you to enter the bedroom and consummate your marriage and have a feeling you are not quite ready to do this your self, so I have to make sure you do your part as a wife," Leanne said and smiled. She looked to the security.
"You can take him in now and prepare him." she said as she picked up a few items.
Martin was pushed forcibly toward the room.
"NOOOOOO!!" he yelled, as he struggled.
Martin twisted
his arms trying to pry himself free of the grip they had on him. He kicked at
one of the men with his high heels, hitting him on the shin but they continued
to move him toward the door. His heels sliding on the floor as he tried to stop
them from taking him in the bedroom.
"STOP THIS, DAMN IT!!" he yelled trying now to sit on the floor so they couldn't get him to the door. He succeeded in getting on the floor as the men had to redo their grips as he was squirming too much now. Leanne was walking over and Martin didn't know now what she might do. To his surprise she walked right by him and opened the door to the bedroom.
One of the men put a knee in Martins back, which caused his to grunt loudly with pain. His hands were pulled behind him and secured behind his back. His legs were crossed at the ankles and were being tied together.
"Let me go you bastards" he tried to look back at them. Martin's ankle and wrist were then attached together, and Martin lay on the floor tightly hogtied. Each man put a hand on one of Martins calf's and one on his forearms. They lifted Martin off the floor and once again walked to the door of the bedroom with Martin cussing them out and throwing his head from side to side, but he could do nothing else.
"STOP THIS, DAMN IT!!" he yelled trying now to sit on the floor so they couldn't get him to the door. He succeeded in getting on the floor as the men had to redo their grips as he was squirming too much now. Leanne was walking over and Martin didn't know now what she might do. To his surprise she walked right by him and opened the door to the bedroom.
One of the men put a knee in Martins back, which caused his to grunt loudly with pain. His hands were pulled behind him and secured behind his back. His legs were crossed at the ankles and were being tied together.
"Let me go you bastards" he tried to look back at them. Martin's ankle and wrist were then attached together, and Martin lay on the floor tightly hogtied. Each man put a hand on one of Martins calf's and one on his forearms. They lifted Martin off the floor and once again walked to the door of the bedroom with Martin cussing them out and throwing his head from side to side, but he could do nothing else.
Yelling loud
constant "NO's" as loud as he could scream now, Martin was carried into the
bedroom, hogtied, wearing a white robe, and teddy and high heels. His head now
hung toward the floor as he was now carried to the bed where his husband would
soon consummate the marriage.
They stopped
while Leanne checked his stockings and amazingly they were undamaged after all
that scuffle.
They put him
down on the floor at the foot of the bed and separated his hands and ankles.
Grabbing him again under the arms he was stood up.
"DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!" he shouted. His legs were moved against the brass bed foot board. His right ankle was being strapped to one of the brass cross pieces. He was gripped tightly and his legs spread and his left leg then secured likewise. When they had done this they stepped back a moment. The headboard had a large mirror embedded in it and Martin was staring directly at his new feminine image. Two full length floor mirrors were brought up on each side and set in place.
"You pervert," Martin snapped at one of the men.
"Pervert? Better take another look in the mirror fella." the man said as he grinned while they fastened Martin's wrist to the top brass rail of the foot board.
They all stood back to make sure all was in order.
"Are you all happy now?" Martin snapped at them looking at them in the mirror. "This is what you guys like huh? You like what you see?" he yelled at them.
"It's not about us Mrs. Vargos, it's about the things you and your husband enjoy together." she looked at him and approached.
"DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!" he shouted. His legs were moved against the brass bed foot board. His right ankle was being strapped to one of the brass cross pieces. He was gripped tightly and his legs spread and his left leg then secured likewise. When they had done this they stepped back a moment. The headboard had a large mirror embedded in it and Martin was staring directly at his new feminine image. Two full length floor mirrors were brought up on each side and set in place.
"You pervert," Martin snapped at one of the men.
"Pervert? Better take another look in the mirror fella." the man said as he grinned while they fastened Martin's wrist to the top brass rail of the foot board.
They all stood back to make sure all was in order.
"Are you all happy now?" Martin snapped at them looking at them in the mirror. "This is what you guys like huh? You like what you see?" he yelled at them.
"It's not about us Mrs. Vargos, it's about the things you and your husband enjoy together." she looked at him and approached.
Martin
violently tugged at his restraints and squatted up and down, only becoming more
frustrated as he did it, unable to free himself from the brass bed's foot
rail.
"LET ME GO!." he was yelling at Leanne, now as the two men left the room.
"HEY! You're not going to stay and watch me get seeded?" he yelled at the men as they left. "Are you happy now?" Martin turned his teary eyes to Leanne.
"Yes, I am very happy with what I've done with you Marcia and I think your husband will be very pleased too. You are a beautiful wife" she looked at him adjusting his white robe. "I'm sorry you are feeling such anger on your wedding night Marcia. It happens in these arranged marriages at times I guess."
" I HAVE A COCK AND BALLS, NOT A PUSSY!!!" he screamed at her "I...AM...A... MAN!"
"Well, yes and no." She continued, "Mrs. Vargos, I know you are male. Once again, you are in a same sex marriage, so being a male is normal. Second your penis will no longer be functional, so I think it is no longer appropriate to say you have a cock and balls Mrs. Vargos."
"LET ME GO!." he was yelling at Leanne, now as the two men left the room.
"HEY! You're not going to stay and watch me get seeded?" he yelled at the men as they left. "Are you happy now?" Martin turned his teary eyes to Leanne.
"Yes, I am very happy with what I've done with you Marcia and I think your husband will be very pleased too. You are a beautiful wife" she looked at him adjusting his white robe. "I'm sorry you are feeling such anger on your wedding night Marcia. It happens in these arranged marriages at times I guess."
" I HAVE A COCK AND BALLS, NOT A PUSSY!!!" he screamed at her "I...AM...A... MAN!"
"Well, yes and no." She continued, "Mrs. Vargos, I know you are male. Once again, you are in a same sex marriage, so being a male is normal. Second your penis will no longer be functional, so I think it is no longer appropriate to say you have a cock and balls Mrs. Vargos."
"You can't
just redefine what a male is, and then do this to me."
"A man has a
cock and balls and it gets hard Marcia. You have a penis and testicles and they
will not be responding to stimulation anymore. They are only there to prove you
are male, nothing else. Your appearance is not only appropriate then in this
situation, but will be very pleasing to your husband."
Leanne pulled up a cushioned chair next to Martin. "Marcia, it is tradition that once the bride is seeded that she sits in a chair beside the bed while her husband rest or sleeps, waiting for him to have sex again."
"This is all too much," Martin said lowering his head.
"So, I will leave you now. I will see you in the morning to prepare you for your day. Have a nice evening."
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! Let me go!" he looked around the room frantically.
He stood secured to the end of the bed with his legs spread in 6" heels trying to think of how this might be anything other than what it appeared it was going to be. He couldn't leave the bed. He knew now, without a doubt that he was about to be used for pleasure by another man, under the pretense of marriage?
Leanne pulled up a cushioned chair next to Martin. "Marcia, it is tradition that once the bride is seeded that she sits in a chair beside the bed while her husband rest or sleeps, waiting for him to have sex again."
"This is all too much," Martin said lowering his head.
"So, I will leave you now. I will see you in the morning to prepare you for your day. Have a nice evening."
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! Let me go!" he looked around the room frantically.
He stood secured to the end of the bed with his legs spread in 6" heels trying to think of how this might be anything other than what it appeared it was going to be. He couldn't leave the bed. He knew now, without a doubt that he was about to be used for pleasure by another man, under the pretense of marriage?
Martin's
shiny red lips and false eyelashes catching his attention in the mirror as he
stood alone in the room waiting for his husband to appear, and hoping the wait
would last forever.
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