Dark Tales of Forced Feminization
Volume One
"The Man Who Would Be Queen"
This story is a work of fiction and takes place in a fictional place in the not so distant future. Forced feminization, forced womanhood, B/D, S/M, fetishes, public humiliation and bi/gay sexual activities, are used to color this Dark Tale of forced feminine transformation of a male into an interesting setting of old and new customs, laws, politics, folklore and punishments, as well as the dark secrets of royal powers.
"Prolog"
On a cold dark night, the year was 2037, a young woman is led across the courtyard of a posh hotel by two uniformed male government officials and a woman. She was covered with a red satin robe that covered the fact that she had been dressed for bed. Her hands are handcuffed behind her back as she very reluctantly pulls at the men's grips on her arms as she is hurried along.
"Please, what have I done. Why am I be taken?" she pleads with the woman who says nothing. "Am I being arrested?" she ask as she is taken to a car and driven away.
She was taken to a very prestigious suite at a hotel that was reserved only for the very rich or very famous. The woman had been in the car that she had been picked up on a warrant, it was a decree warrant, but no explanation was given to her. It was not required. The rest of the ride had been total silence.
She was taken to a very prestigious suite at a hotel that was reserved only for the very rich or very famous. The woman had been in the car that she had been picked up on a warrant, it was a decree warrant, but no explanation was given to her. It was not required. The rest of the ride had been total silence.
The trembling young woman stood teary eyed looking about nervously, wondering why she was brought here. She was taken inside through a private entrance. She stood in front of the door to a Suite. Her hands were un-cuffed.
"Please place your wedding ring in here," a large woman said opening a small velvet covered ring box.
"What? Why? What did I do?" she asked removing the ring as instructed and placing it in the box.
The woman closed the box and placed it in her coat pocket.
The woman closed the box and placed it in her coat pocket.
The door to the room was opened and the girl was ushered inside. She escorted inside and forced to sit on the edge of the bed. The door was closed and she heard the key turn the lock.
The three that had escorted her then turned to leave walking down the hallway.
It was early the next morning just before dawn, when the young woman was released from the room and escorted back to her own room where her husband waited nervously.
"I was ordered to stay here. Why were you arrested?" he asked.
Her eyes fell softly, as she composed herself. She touched his face gently with the palm of her hand.
"It's ok now honey. It was a mistake. I am no longer a subject of that matter." she said kissing him softly.
Sometimes beauty is more of a curse than an asset.
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Chapter One
(Nineteen Years Later)
"Secrets"
"Darling, would you please bring me another glass of wine?" Olivia said holding out her wine glass as she sat on the couch reading a book.
"Right away milady," the maid said laying down her feathered duster and mincing daintily over in her pink 6" high heels, taking short quick steps as she walked. A girly shuffle as Olivia liked to call it.
The maid gently took the glass with two fingers holding her pinky finger out daintily then turned away to refill the glass.
"Wiggle that ass a little more there missy. Those petticoats need to have more frou frou when you walk. Why do you think that skirt on that uniform is so short."
It was true. The pink maids dress had a very short skirt that flared out over white petticoats, exposing the tops of the maids stocking and the garter snaps that held them in place.
Upon returning the maid handed Olivia the glass of wine and then curtsied.
"You're such a doll Emily. You've done very well with your chores today. Why don't you sit down here with me for a while and I'll let you rub my feet."
"Thank you milady," the maid said sitting on the other side of the couch.
Olivia turned and placed her feet in the maids lap then reclined back laying propped up on a couple of pillows.
Olivia was dressed as if she had just returned from the opera. She wore a deep sapphire sequined gown that had a slit on one side that was mid thigh. She also had blue high heel sandals on with 4" heel. Her hair was done up in a French Twist with not one hair out of place. Her makeup was glamorous but not overly done. She was beautifully jeweled and sparkled with excellence. The only thing that made it a bit odd was it was late morning, just before noon and she was just lounging around the house.
Emily removed Olivia's high heels and then slowly placed her hands up under Olivia's dress and carefully detached her nylons from her garters.
"Oh Emily, you naughty girl," Olivia sighed as Emily pulled her stocking off, then allowed her fingertip to run down the full length of each soft, smoothly shaved leg.
"Madame, your toenails are so pretty today. I love your nailpolish," Emily said while she rubbed Olivia's feet.
"Thank you dear. Toenails are suppose to be red. I notice you never paint your nails. Why is that?" Olivia asked.
"I don't have time to take care of those things madam. I have a very busy schedule."
"Oh pooh. With that pretty blonde hair on your shoulders it would add such a pretty look for you."
They both giggled.
"Madame, may I ask you a question?"
"Of course darling. What is it?"
"What is your opinion on a young man being forced to dress like and then live as a woman?"
Olivia looked a little surprised at first then regained her composure.
"How do you mean darling? You mean for a little fantasy fun?" she said sipping her wine looking at him over her glasses.
"No, I mean actually being forced to change his lifestyle and be a woman. Do you think he would ever accept such an arrangement if he really didn't want to be a woman?"
"Oh darling," Olivia chuckled, "This is one of your philosophical 'what if' questions isn't it. Well, I guess it is possible to try and force such a thing on a young man but no male would ever accept such a arrangement I'm sure," she said again looking at Emily.
"What if he was taken care of with lavished surroundings and never had to want for anything ever again? All the material things in life he could want in exchange for his maleness."
"I would think he would still want to be and live as a man again eventually," Olivia said as if joining a conversation. "In fact I'm sure of it."
"All men will always want for many things. Wouldn't you say? What if that was only one of three things he'd ever have to want for. And those things would be like dreams we all wish for and can't have."
"Do you have dreams of things you can't have Emily?" Olivia asked as the maid ran her fingers up and down the full length of Olivia's legs now.
"All people do madam. Don't you have dreams that seem unachievable madam? Even with all the things you have in your life?"
"Yes," she said a little softer now pondering the thought, "I do have dreams. And hopes," she added softly looking off for a moment pondering them.
"See what I mean. Now that narrows it down to things we dream about and not what we look like right?"
Olivia looked at the maid.
"That's a pretty simplistic explanation darling. Why would you ever want to force a man to be a woman? Would you really want to see a man suffer through such an ordeal, I mean mentally and physically?" Olivia asked. "I'm sure he would be mortified if he had to do it in front of his family and friends. You would like to see all that?"
"Yes. I think so," Emily said as she rubbed the soles of Olivia's feet now.
"Why would you want to do such a thing Emily? I mean we are talking about somebody else's life here," Olivia sat her wine glass down surprised and wanting to hear her answer.
"Fun I suppose. I'd want to do it for fun I think." Emily smiled at Olivia.
Olivia's mouth was agape with surprise and shock at the answer she just heard.
"You would do that to a young man for fun? Do you have such a sadistic streak in your nature?" she asked looking at the smiling Emily.
"Could be."
"Is that why......."
A cell phone rang. It was sitting on the fireplace mantle.
"I'll get it madam," Emily said getting up and gently laying Olivia's legs down on the couch.
Olivia was still stunned at the answer she had just heard from Emily about forcing a man to become a woman. "For fun? Suffer just to entertain him?"
Emily pranced across the floor, limp wrist hanging as she walked to the phone with her 6" high heels clicking the hard floors.
"Hello," Emily said now in a male voice now instead of the silly high pitched falsetto voice he had been using all morning.
"I understand. I'll be there in half and hour," he said hanging up the phone.
Olivia stood up as the maid approached. He turned his back to her.
"Please unzip me," he said removing the blonde wig from his head and pulling off his false eyelashes.
Olivia unzipped the pink maids dress and unfastened the bra clasp. She pulled his petticoats down to the floor so he could step out of them, then she slid the dress off his shoulders so he could do the same with it.
He turned around to face Olivia. He pulled his erection out of his panties.
"I have to go. Let's get this over with quickly please. If you don't mind," he said pushing Olivia slowly down to her knees.
"Yes sir," she said as he stroked himself in front of her face.
"Open your mouth, I don't have all day here. I have things to do," he said without any sense of compassion.
Olivia did as she was told, and he pushed his now erect penis into her mouth. The man held a hand full of Olivia's hair tightly on the back of her head holding her head at the perfect angle while he humped her face with hips. His public hair hitting her nose with each thrust. Olivia gagged a few times as the thrust were deep and uncaring. A final deep and prolonged thrust that was held while he let loose his load and literally choked Olivia, and then the job was completed.
"Ahhhh yes," he said after his orgasm. "Wasn't that nice?" he asked her letting go of her hair and pulling off the high heels he was wearing.
"Yes," Olivia said unconvincingly. teary eyed and gasping for air and coughing, she then slumped to a sitting position on the floor wiping some of the semen off her lips with her hand.
The man disappeared into the bathroom and cleaned up. When he emerged twenty minutes later he was wearing black slacks and a tie. A rather sharp dressed man. Olivia kept her back to him for the most part as he straightened himself up in the mirror.
"That was a very nice time we had today. Wouldn't you agree?" he said as he got ready to leave.
"Yes it was," Olivia said softly, standing and following him to the door her head hanging low.
"They should be by to pick you up in about thiry minutes. I've already called and informed them I was done with you," he said turning to face her again.
Olivia struck a pose for the man. Hands on hips with a huge smile on her face that was difficult to maintain as it was just for show.
"Thank you so much. I'm so glad you had me brought here and enjoyed yourself," she said as she rocked sexily.
The man opened the door then Olivia heard the sound that always caused her heart to sink. The turning of the three locks on the door.
"You bastard," she said under her breath coming out of the silly pose she had been holding. "It's been five years. What have I done to deserve this?" she yelled.
Olivia hurried to the windows that were all barred.
"Hope you enjoyed your little perverted outing you ass hole," she screamed at the closed window as the man drove off.
Olivia didn't even know who the man was. It was the first time she had met him. A friend of her sadistic husband's no doubt. Playing secret dress up games with members and friends of the royalty.
Olivia knew the answers to the three things a man forced into womanhood would always desire.
One was to be able to look and act like a man again. Second was to have relationships with and feel the touch of a woman. It was only natural. And three, be free to make his own decisions about himself and who he was and not let others make those decisions. Not be used.
Olivia knew because she was one of those men.
Olivia knew the routine. He removed his dress and hung it up. The rest of his clothing he placed in a bag that was provided.
Olivia stood in the middle of the room naked now. His rather large but limp penis hanging between his legs, and firm D-cup breast on his chest. Real breast.
Olivia picked up the gray non descript, loose fitting jumpsuit. He stepped into it and zipped it up. He stood bare foot his red toenails displayed against the floor in a foot fetish lovers delight. He slid on the loose fitting brown loafers.
Looking out the window Olivia could see the large estate on the top of the hill over a mile away. He was allowed no where near the estate, only to see it from afar. This is where he was brought for these perverted games his husband liked to play for his friends.
Soon a truck with two men would arrive to pick him up. They would cuff his hands behind him and a leather strap tightly around his thighs that would hobble him and prevent any unwanted kicking. They would slip a hood over his head, and he would be ready to be taken back.
It was always the same. The big burly transport guy would always send the other man out to prepare the truck, leaving Olivia alone with just him. He would then kiss Olivia about the neck and lips as Olivia struggled against it. The man would fondle and squeeze both Olivia's feminine breast, and his male genitals till it hurt. When he had had his fun, he slipped the satin bag over Olivia's head, pulled the draw strings tight around his neck and tied them off.
Complaining never helped. It seems this was a little tip for the guys. Olivia just stood indifferent trying his best to not react to this man's gestures. He only fought the kissing on the lips. That was too much.
The truck had arrived and as usual, the events happened like clock work. Olivia was now strapped into a seat in the back of a van on his way back to his home. Which he had no idea where that was.
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