"A Lady No More"
Chapter 2
There was a gentle knock on the door. It was too soon to be Darren showing up. Martin just stared and didn't approach the door but backed up slightly. The door opened slightly. Fingers appeared around the edge of the door. The red fingernails made Martin wonder who it was. He would have naturally assumed it was a girl if he were in any other place but here.
"Martin? Are you in here?" a female voice spoke and the door opened to reveal it was Missy. She looked inside and saw him standing naked in is red high heels.
"Missy. What are you doing back here?" he asked trying to turn and hide his exposed male equipment.
"Oh Martin," she said breaking into a huge grin at the sight of him. "What are you doing now?" she said stepping into the dwelling. "I was called by your mother in law who said you would need some assistance. I hear you are getting a divorce already."
"Get me some thing to cover up with Missy. I'm standing here with my dick hanging out."
"I can see that," she said now noticing his wrist cuffed behind his back. "It looks like your husband wants you exposed for some reason," she said with a giggle.
"It wasn't my husband. Lisa cuffed me." he said in an aggravated tone.
"Well honey, why did you let her do that to you for?" she asked with a fake innocence. "I should just leave you like that for being so stupid."
"She had help. Missy, just cover me up,"
"Martin sweetie, I'm your mother dear. Don't you worry, I'm perfectly fine seeing you naked, besides if I'm not mistaken I masturbated you on your wedding day, remember?" she said raising an eyebrow. "As I remember you rather enjoyed it."
Martin moved away for her stumbling a little in his 6" heels.
"Nice pumps Martin. Why do you wear shoes like that all the time? The heels are so high. Must be dreadfully uncomfortable," she asked and giggled again.
Missy moved to him quickly and took his arm.
"Martin, sit down here and tell me about what I can do to help you?" she said sitting down at the dining table with him.
"Take these things off my chest," he said feeling a little more comfortable now that the table was hiding his naked crotch, but his nipples were in plain sight and turning purple in the suction cups.
"Honey, I don't know if I should do that. I'm sure those were put on you for a reason. I bet you were cuffed so you couldn't take them off either."
"I'm getting a divorce Missy. That is why I was sent out here to live till the divorce is final. They want to shame me for my indiscretions. What a joke."
"As your mother, that also concerns me Martin. You really have a problem with commitment in marriage and relationships don't you. You are now looking at your third divorce, at 28. I'm very disappointed in you. Your father and I really thought this marriage was a good move for you and we thought it would last," Missy pushed her hair back from her face.
"This was sexual enslavement Missy and you know it. I had to do what I had to do to survive and then do what I had to do to get free. I was forced to act like a woman as he dictated. I was forced to look like a woman as he instructed, and I had to endure the utter humiliation of him using me for his sexual pleasure because I was his so called wife and that somehow gives him rights to put his dick up my ass hole. I didn't. I now have to live my life with the shame of it all."
"I understand completely sweetie. That's just like me and your father, but I didn't just give up on the marriage, I worked on my relationship and attempted to improve it," she said as if she were the knowing mother instructing her daughter.
"You were a penniless gold digging bimbo trying to hang on to him for his wealth and lifestyle. You would have let him do anything to you and you would have still hung around Missy. I am already wealthy. I didn't seek this. You did in your marriage. I am being deprived of my life as a normal man and living here in this nightmare, sent here by members of my own my family."
"Oh Martin, honey that wasn't a very nice thing to say now was it? We were all doing what they thought was best for you honey."
"I will thank them all personally when I get out of here," he snarled.
"Vengeance? Oh come own Martin, I have been reading about your little escapades with the other man. You seemed to be rather happy from the photos I've seen published. All dolled up and dressed as a woman with big smiles on your face, trying to hide your identity, kissing him in public. Give it a rest Martin, there is more to this boyfriend of yours than you are letting on. Let's face it, you like dressing like a girl don't you," she said smiling at him.
"No, I do not, and I won't be to doing it any more," he hissed
"Oh? And you like the idea of the sex with a man too don't you, just not happy with your hubby, right?"
"Oh? And you like the idea of the sex with a man too don't you, just not happy with your hubby, right?"
"That's not what those shoes are telling me," she shot back.
"I did what I had to do. I took the Vow. I broke the Vow by letting that other guy fuck me in the ass without my husband's permission. Oh, did you know it would have been just fine if my husband agreed with the fucking. At least it was a constructive fucking that got me what I needed."
"I know what you mean honey. Sometimes I feel like I just need it too. I just want to lift my skirt, bend over and let a man have his way with me," she said looking off in reflection.
"This is not funny Missy. Did you realize you are taking quite a risk being here yourself. Your family has very little. You and your parents haven't spoken since you left home when you were what, 17? If someone here were to offer them wealth in exchange for your bimbo ass in marriage, you may very well get stuck here. You are very pretty you know," he said in a haunting tone.
"Hmmmm......you mean I would be rich like you, thrown into a elite social setting for life. Where do I sign up," she said right back at him.
"Your such a sleaze Missy. No self respect at all."
"And what exactly is self respect? Hmmmm......Lady Vargos. At least you find me attractive. The sex doesn't bother me Martin. A man can have all my pussy wants any way he wants it as long as he treats me right."
"As long as you are a rich bitch you mean."
"Yes, and you would be much happier if you had the same approach. I'd even have sex with you Martin."
Martin just turned away for a moment. Missy was what she was and she felt no shame. She had no problem admitting this to Martin. She just didn't admit it to the prospective rich husband is all. To him it would be all about love.
"So why are you here," he said now tired of the back and forth.
"I was told you will have nothing when you leave. You might need a ride, but I don't know that I believe all that."
She looked at Martin. "Honey you look sad."
"I'm tired of all this Missy. I have been violated and controlled by a man who has lied to everybody about the true nature of my relationship with him."
"Martin look," she said taking his hand in hers. Both had beautifully manicured red fingernails, Martin's were longer than hers. "I'm sure there is another young man with a big dick, out there that will find you just as attractive and sexually desirable as your husband does now. You are famous in the tabloids and in society. It's not the end of the world."
"Very funny, I am not looking for another husband Missy and you know it. I will be leaving right after the divorce as a man, and I'm never returning," he said standing now, not at all concerned with the full frontal nudity he was exposing.
"As you said to me a moment ago Martin," she said standing also, "You say I am taking a risk being here. I too could get swept up in some arranged marriage deal, well honey you are here too. A famous freshly divorced beautiful crossdessing man. You are a sex hungry nympho, relentlessly pursuing other men so you can suck their dicks. Your exploits are all over tabloids Martin. You may get picked up too, arranged into a marriage with another man before you can leave this place. You may even become a real woman if your new husband desires. Wouldn't that be exciting?"
She looked at him as if to say, "Think about it."
Martin didn't need those kind of thoughts in his head. He was leaving as a man. How could they make him stay? The thought was pure evil.
As Missy walked slowly over to him she took his dick in her hand and gently rolled it in her fingers. Martin didn't react as he was already furious but the gentle touch felt soothing. He was not touched in caring ways normally.
"Oh and Martin, I will be back to see if there is any kind of settlement coming our way. I do want to share it with you. It is my right too. I will be happy to suck your dick while you think about it if you would like."
Martin just glared at her.
"Have you no shame Missy. You want to suck my dick while I contemplate giving you money. The whole world has gone mad."
"As you said Martin, it's the way I am sweetie and since you are getting a divorce anyway, who cares what we do together. You have already committed adultery." She gave him a passionate look as she fondled him. "You are an adulteress."
"Leave me alone. I don't want to have anything to do with you Missy."
"Fine for now Martin. I will be back and we will have this discussion again when you've had more time to think about it."
She smiled and waved as she seductively left before he could answer.
About half an hour later Martin was wondering where Darren was. His arms now ached form being pulled behind his back. Darren was the only person Martin trusted. Martin was sitting in a cushioned chair when Lisa reentered the cottage.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Vargos," she said looking away for a moment. She seemed very upset. "I hope you will understand. Please don't hate me."
Lisa stood aside and allowed Dorothy to step into the room. He stopped in the doorway and turned to tell someone outside to give him a moment alone with Martin.
Dorothy was dressed in a yellow sleeveless sundress. His large breast stretched the material tight around his chest along with showing ample cleavage from the low cut front design. Most dresses off the rack that fit his body didn't quite fit the enhanced bust line he had. He wore 3" yellow strappy sandals. His toes were a bright lilac and his fingernail a deep blue.
Dorothy moved slowly into the room, his face wonderfully made up. He was very attractive dressed as a woman. He should have been with all the procedures that had been done to him. His hair was up. Not in a salon style but in a casual twisted bun that sat at the top back of his head.
"What do you want?" Martin said nervously as Dorothy approached.
Dorothy smiled at the naked man.
"Looks like they took everything from you. Didn't even let you keep your clothes." Dorothy chuckled at the thought. "It is a fitting end I guess, but I wanted you to stay here for at least ten years."
"Leave me alone Dorothy. I'm getting a divorce and I will soon be out of here. I don't want any trouble from you," Martin said keeping a close eye on him starting to stand.
"No, no. You stay seated for now. We need to talk."
"About what? How you are going to demean my very existence today? Discuss my future as the perverted ex Mrs. Vargos?"
"Oh no honey. That won't be discussed at all. I already have that all planned out for you. I think your future is what we should discuss at this time."
"My future is my own business. I will leave here as soon as I'm allowed. You can stay here though, you seem to fit right in this perverted world anyway."
Martin then noticed that Dorothy was wearing a PCP collar around his neck. It was pulled tight about mid way around his neck. Martin had just assumed he was being humiliated and was the only person alive that had to wear such a thing, yet there it was. Even Dorothy wasn't exempt from that law it seems, then again Martin was in such a controlled environment he didn't know what was the norm in this society.
Dorothy sat down in a chair and smoothed out his skirt.
"Come sit in my lap Martin so we can talk," he said patting his lap.
"I'm not sitting in your lap. I can say what I need to from here," he said not moving from the chair he was in.
"I wasn't asking you Martin. I was telling you. Come over here and sit in my lap."
"No. This shit is over. No more of this bizarre domination. I am a man not a child. I will not sit on your lap."
"Very well," Dorothy said walking to the door and bringing in Tabatha and Jessica.
"No!!" Martin yelled as they approached him. His hands cuffed behind his back made him defenseless against their aggressive intent.
Martin's was held down and his legs bound together. The girls picked him and placed him in Dorothy's lap. Dorothy grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it in order to control him better.
"STOP!!!" Martin yelled as he squirmed in Dorothy's lap. "Let me go. It's all over." Martin grunted as he sat helpless.
Dorothy took Martin's face in her hands and kissed him on the lips.
"UUHHMM!!!" Martin groaned to the kiss. "What is going on here?" he shouted as he released the kiss.
"Why don't you sit here, and I'll stand," Dorothy said as they shifted. Martin was held to the chair by two belts.
Dorothy stood next to him looking him in the eye with a smile on his face, Dorothy lifted the skirt of his dress and held it up. Jessica pulled his panties down to the floor and Dorothy stepped out of them. Jessica took the panties and put them over the end of Dorothy's penis and then gently began to massage him. She continued till she was now actively masturbating Dorothy's full erection.
"What are you doing?" a nervous Martin now gasped.
Dorothy held up his skirt with the thumb and finger in each hand as his other fingers fanned out daintily. His knees shifted as he enjoyed the manipulations Jessica was performing for him.
"Stop this," Martin insisted.
Dorothy took several deep breaths and looked at Martin with eyes that were on the verge of orgasm.
"Now......let's talk," Dorothy said in a low gasp.
"What is it you want from me Dorothy? I did nothing to you."
"Martin honey, I never expected you to get out of this marriage. Then again I didn't know the Baron was just using you to get his true love back. He is a bastard." Dorothy gently placed his hand on Jessica's shoulder.
"Please just leave me alone. I just want to leave here."
"I know you do darling, I was once in your heels. It's time."
Someone entered the room. A woman, and she carried a black satchel. She placed it on the table and began to take items out.
"What.....what are you doing?" Martin said desperately. "NO!" he yelled when she began filling the three over sized syringes with a whitish liquid. All six syringes were filled and lay on the table ready.
Tabatha and Dorothy each held Martin firmly. Jessica continued her slow methodical stroking of Dorothy's long erect penis. The head was now purple and dripping pre cum as it ached to explode.
"Please Dorothy, don't do this to me. Not now," Martin whined as they continued. The suction cups were removed.
"NNNOOO!!!!!" Martin screamed out as he felt the first needle enter under his left nipple from the side of the aeroula. it pushed in deep and then the liquid was slowly injected.
"OH MY GOD!" Martin screamed out as he felt the thick liquid enter. There was quite the burning sensation from the needle penetration, then the feeling he was having a severe cramp in his breast. It was just the first injection. The second was just as bad entering from the other side.
There was no mercy for Martin the room. To the four that were doing this to him, it had to be done. To Martin it was and outrageous show of dominance and the most degrading thing to happen to him since his wedding night.
"WWHHHYYY???" Martin yelled tears streaming down his face, as the second nipple was being attended to.
The woman had finally finished the injections. She had been constantly squeezing and fluffing Martin's nipples during the process. She now squeezed them more, as if she were molding them into shape as the became more swollen.
The nipples looked odd in a way. They protruded from his chest with a small puffy area of breast behind them, but it wasn't like he had breast. He didn't need a bra, but the nipples protruded almost 2" from his chest.
"That looks very nice," Dorothy said assessing what had been done. "Thank you. We will call when he needs another treatment."
Martin shook his head but his crying kept him from being able to say words. The woman left the house. Jessica kept sped up her stroking now.
"Aw yes, very nice indeed," Dorothy said taking one of the nipples in his fingers and gently twisting it. Dorothy began to cum now and the first stream of semen went across Martin's face. He turned away only to have Tabatha forcibly turn his head using his hair so that he directly faced the end of Dorothy's penis as it unloaded the remaining semen onto his nose and eyes. It slowly dripped down his face.
Dorothy picked up everything and was preparing to leave.
"I will be back to discuss finances at another time. We can come to an agreement I'm sure, or we can continue the treatments. As you can see I am very serious."
Martin was horrified at what they had done to his nipples. He stared at them through the tears. Why was everybody so against him? Why was he being so punished in life?
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