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Dark Tales of Force Feminization 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 conventual 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 Chapter Two "Preparing the Bride" Martin was so bewildered after Missy left. He sat helplessly, still strapped tightly in the styling chair while his tightly set hair was drying. He began to realize that he may not be able at this point to stop the feminization process that had begun earlier that morning, and wondered still if this was in some strange way a very sick, elaborate practical joke being played on him by Missy and her friends. Leanne returned with another woman. Her name was Tia. They were chatting and laughing with each other as they entered the room. Leanne took a cape and put it around Martin and fastened it behind his neck, as Tia finished her conversation about her boyfriend and his weekend fishing outing. The girls laughed at the end of the tale, which Martin really didn't understand as he missed most of the story. "Alright now Mr. Hastings. Time for us to make that face all pretty for your new husband," Tia smiled reclining the chair back. "I want you to just try and relax now. We are going to get to your hair momentarily. I'm sure you're ready to get those curlers out of your hair," she said looking him over. "I know how much you young men hate wearing curlers in your hair." "I'm ready to stop this whole damn thing, just let me out of this chair and I'll be out of your way permanently," he said staring almost straight up now. "I'm afraid we can't do that Martin. Unfortuantly that's what the straps are for," Leanne said from the counter where she was preparing things. "It will go much easier if you just cooperate. We're going to do this with or without your cooperation." "I don't want to wear makeup. Why are you putting makeup on me," he said turning his face away. "Oh, you have no choice on that one Mr. Hastings. Girl brides have to wear makeup, and so do the boy brides, so let's get that done first, and then we will do your hair after," Tia said tilting the chair back slightly more and turning his face back to face her. "Then we will let you out of the chair and get you dressed in your wedding dress. How does that sound?" Leanne said. "How long is this charade going to continue?" he said attempting to call her bluff if this was indeed all a farce of some sort. "The guest are already arriving for the ceremony Martin," Leanne said as she approached him, "So as soon as we get you dressed, I'm sure it will be straight into the chapel without any delays. You won't have to wait around being a nervous bride wondering when it is all going to start. But, our job is to make you a pretty male bride for your husband, so let's get this done, shall we?" Leanne said patting his curlers with her palms. Leanne had a seat on the opposite side of Martin and the two women went right to work with tweezers. Holding Martin's head still as they began plucking and arching his eyebrows. Martin squirmed against the straps as the plucking became very irritating and intense. Each woman was plucking steadily. Both of Martin's eyebrows were being arched at the same time. "Please stop this," Martin whined, squinting his eyes shut very tight from the discomfort of the hairs being rapidly plucked one by one and removed by tweezers without any break. "Shhhh...it's ok," Leanne said as she continued. "No, please don't do this to me," he said softly as he realized now the extent they were going to now. "Just quiet down Martin. It's ok. We are just thinning and arching your eyebrows. Girls, and male brides do it all the time," Leanne said without a hesitation in what she was doing. They looked like two women doing surgery as they were so intense on making sure his eyebrows were the same. They talked about what Martin's eyebrows should look like as they continued without looking up. Leanne suggested they be a little thinner line while the older woman agreed, as long as the arch was a little higher. It was a long tedious process for Martin. Leanne held Martin's head firmly with one hand, tilting it slightly as needed during the entire tweezing process. Martin was truly relieved when they finally stopped. Once his eyebrows were arched Martin was surprised at what came next. After spending ten minutes with a hot damp towel on his face, Leanne began shaking a can of shaving cream, sitting next to him looking at his face. She filled her hand with the cream and spread across Martin's cheeks and neck. She turned his head and held it in place so she could cover the entire area that would need to be shaved. His face was lathered up heavily. He looked very odd sitting there with his face in heavy lather and all those rows of brush curlers in his hair. Leanne smiled at the image he portrayed as she finished sharpening the razor on the leather strop. She let him sit for a couple of minutes in the lather. "You ok in there?" she asked with a grin at the image he now portrayed. "What do you think?" he snarled. "Now hold very still Martin while I shave your face," she said. Leanne used the straight razor on his face. He could feel it slowly being pulled across all areas of his face, the sharp blade gently scraping away all hair that might have been there. A similar sensation he had experienced earlier in his groin when his pubic hair was removed. "Have you ever had someone shave your face like this before Martin?" she asked pulling the blade up his neck. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked in a strained voice as his chin was pushed up high to stretch his neck to make it easier to shave. "Shaving your face? Now Martin, we need a nice smooth foundation under your makeup. Don't want your new husband to feel any unwanted stubble on this pretty face on our wedding night, do we." "I don't care what he wants," Martin scowled. "But we do, and that's all that matters right now," she said turning his head slightly to the side. Martin sat quietly though his fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly. His face was given the closest shave he had ever received. Then it was time for the makeup. Tia sat down next to Martin now. She looked at him as she opened the light pancake foundation that was to be used on him. She turned his head slightly to face her. "I'll be doing your makeup today Mr. Hastings. Is this the first time you have ever worn makeup?" she asked pleasantly as she crossed her legs and waited for his answer. "No. I use to wear makeup in high school all the time till they revised the dress codes and said I had to stop," he said sarcastially. "Oh really!" Tia said surprised. "Did you like to just wear like a little foundation, and eyeliner or maybe some eye shadow?" she looked at him, showing interest in what he was saying. "I wore it all, and I even wore lipstick sometimes too. That was usually after school though when I was hanging out with the other fag guys outside the beauty salon we all frequented and got our hair done for prom and things like that," he said as a matter of fact. "Well good for you. How nice," she said with a grin opening the foundation and preparing to apply it to his face. "Then you are familiar with what I'm about to do." "NO!....., I've never worn makeup before you stupid bitch. Why do you think I'm strapped down in this chair like this. You really think all these straps would be necessary if I wanted to put on makeup? What do you think I am, some kind of faggot?" he hissed at her trying to stare her down. "Mr. Hastings please. I don't think there is anything wrong with you being a faggot, but my opinion of your personal lifestyle is not important. I feel making you and your new husband happy today is the most important thing right now." She patted dry his forehead with a tissue. "I'm happiest when I am dressed as a man with a girlfriend, thank you very much. Now let me go." he insisted. "I'm sure you are Mr. Hastings, but things have change. Your husband has his likes and dislike too you know, and he wants you wearing makeup." "I'm not his dress up doll." "So, you've never put a dress on before? When you were little your mother never put you in a dress just for fun?" she asked holding the pancake application back for a moment waiting for an answer. "No. Have you ever put your son in a dress?" he snarled at her as if who would do such a thing. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have, a couple of times. I made my son wear a dress. just for the day, not a lifestyle change like you are about to do." "Did he like it?" "No, not really," she laughed and patted Martin's cheek as she reached for another item. "but he did wear the dress as I instructed," she said looking at Martin before she proceeded. "You made your son dress like a girl even though he didn't want to do it." Martin said as if she had done something terrible. "I had my reasons for requiring him to wear a dress those days Mr. Hastings. He didn't like it and was embarrassed by it I'm sure, but it was an appropriate decision that I made." She paused and looked at Martin, "Tell me, would you have a better opinion of my son if he had no problem with my request or had actually enjoyed wearing the dress?" Martin thought for a moment, "No, that would make him fag," Martin snorted. "I see. well I'm sure your mother would be very proud of your new look and lifestyle," she said sounding supportive like it was his idea. "I didn't choose this lifestyle. I'm not a fag," he snapped at her. "I didn't say you did, but this lifestyle was chosen for you. I'm sure your mother would be very supportive of your new lifestyle." "My REAL mother was very happy with ME being her SON! She liked me being a masculine MAN. Not like my bitch stepmother Missy, who wants me to call her MOMMY now like some child, by the way even though she is two years younger than me." He looked at her. "Pretty creepy huh?" The woman showed little reaction to his statement. "I see nothing wrong with your step mother wanting you to call her mother or, mommy if that is what she wishes I think you should do it. I think it's rather cute myself." "Why doesn't that surprise me. Missy then took it upon herself and talked my father into having my two marriages to two beautiful REAL WOMEN, not men annulled through some legal bullshit," he spat out the words for extra emphasis. "Maybe she was worried about you and felt there was something unsavory about those women you were with. Close your eyes please," she said. "It was none of her business. I am a grown man. Now that bitch has somehow has gotten me into this mess. I don't want to be here lady. Don't you get it? I'm a prisoner. I don't want to be dressed up like some woman, and I damn sure don't want to get married to a guy. I'm not gay, I'm not a fag, I'm not a woman. So if you give a damn at all about how I feel, unstrap me and let me go." He opened his eyes and glared straight ahead his anger showing as he spoke. "I don't know anything about your previous marriages to those other women Mr. Hastings. I'm sorry if the marriages ended while you were still emotionally attached to your relationship with those women. I know I was so upset when my ex-husband and I divorced. It was difficult for me as I was still emotionally attached to the relationship too," she tilted his head. "Close your eyes please." "Difficult? Lady my relationships were taken away from me and now I'm being forced to marry a man and be his wife. It's not the same. I was divorced against my wishes and now I'm being married to a man against my wishes." Tia sat back and took a deep breath. Leanne stepped up to the chair and had a seat. "Listen Martin, your stepmother may have arranged your divorces from your previous marriages, I don't know about that, but I do know for a fact it was your father who is responsible for this arranged marriage of yours to this man, not your stepmother," Leanne said turning his head slightly as Tia applied the foundation. "What do you mean?" he said opening his eyes again and making eye contact now, stunned at what she had just said. "My father?" "That's right Martin. Your stepmother had nothing to do with you being here today. The arrangements of this marriage was done by your father. He gave his consent for you to become this man's bride, and other members of your family signed off on it too." Leanne moved closer while Tia continued applying the foundation to the totally stunned man's face. "It was a family decision Martin." Martin was floored by this revelation. He lay quietly thinking of what was just said as she applied the foundation to his face. Why would his father do this to him? "No. It can't be," he said as she applied his makeup. "I'm afraid it's the truth. I guess your father felt it would be best for you if you were placed in a secure environment and looked after by someone that was capable of making decisions for you, rather than you making them for yourself. Now if that is all settled, please hold still while Tia applies your makeup." Martin stared straight ahead as his makeup was applied. It was obvious to him that his face was being made up in a very bold way. The false eyelashes, and bold eyeshadows, with the red lipstick, though there was no mirror for him to see himself, he saw them as they were picked up and applied. "You will probably prefer to use a liner pencil when you apply your own makeup in the future, but today you are getting real eyeliner for your wedding," Tia said as she worked on his face. "Very funny," he said in an expressionless tone. Tia wanted the mascara to be heavy so his eyes looked deep and dark. As she finished she removed the cape. She sprayed a generous helping of perfume behind each ear so it ran down his neck, then the front and back of his neck, and finally his chest. The door opened and several young girls entered the room with different items for Martin. "Whew!!" one of the girls said coming into the room. "Smells like a whore house in here." They all laughed. Leanne then clapped her hands. "Anybody who doesn't need to be in here, please leave now." She was firm and in charge. She walked over to Martin and looked him over, cupping his chin and turning his head slightly to face her as she gave her approval. "Very nice Tia. You look very pretty Martin." "I don't want to look pretty," he hissed at the thought. "Well, you actually are prettier than I would have expected." She studied his face a moment. "I especially like the appearance of the eyes slanting just a bit. Very sexy! The Baron will be very pleased with what he see's." She walked to the counter and picked up a few things. "I hope you're happy with yourself?" he said to her remark. "I am. So, how are you feeling so far on your special day Martin?" Leanne asked, crossing her arms and looking like she cared. "Great...." he said dryly. "What guy wouldn't feel great being treated like this?" He looked up at her, "How do you think I feel you bitch?" he sneered. "Yes....I imagine many guys would be upset, but things are what they are aren't they. Get used to it." She patted his curlered head and shook out a new cape. "You are about to have your hair done in an elegant female hairstyle." Martin cringed at the thought. "You may talk with your mother while your hair is being done if you wish. After that we will be very busy with final preparations." She fastened another cape around his neck. "Would you like your step mother to come in while your hair is being done?" "Yeah" he said in a emotionless voice. "I would very much like to talk to that scheming cunt." Thinking about what had just been revealed, Martin wanted some answers and he knew Missy would know something. She probably had talked his father into this like she did the divorces. "OK, I'll get her for you. Martin please realize that some of the girls helping here will be seeing you nude as we get you ready. I want you to understand that they are all very professional about their work and you shouldn't feel self conscious in the least with them being able to see your penis and testicles. I'll be right back." "So they are professional perverts!" he yelled. "Don't go anywhere," she said looking back at him. "Very funny," he hissed looking at the sadistic straps that held him in place. "All right hun, time to get started on your hair." The middle aged woman Lillian who had checked his hair before entered the room with Leanne. She was to be the stylist for his big day and she immediately began removing the curlers from his hair. Lillian had his head pushed forward, his chin on his chest, taking out the back curlers when Missy appeared in the door. The stylist lifted his chin so he could see her. "OH MY GOD MARTIN!!!" Missy exclaimed putting a hand to her mouth and trying not to laugh out loud but unable to contain a huge grin. "Look at you." "That's enough of the making fun." "Oh Martin honey. You look like a different person with all that makeup on and your eyebrows arched like that," she said checking him out. "Actually you look pretty good wearing makeup fella. Those red lips and false eyelashes, I mean if you were a girl, it would.........." "Just shut up Missy. You knew about all this didn't you. You knew this was going to be done to me," he scowled, staring her down. "What honey? Knew about what? That they were going to make you dress like a girl? Honey, I swear to you I didn't know that till I got here," she looked like she was at a loss. "I was shocked when I was told you would be dressed as a young lady, and then I saw you in this chair." His head was tilted back slightly, as the teasing of his hair began starting with the top. Watching the process that was happening to Martin's hair Missy couldn't help but giggle. "Oh my Martin," she giggled watching the process being done on his hair before trying to regain her composure. "You knew my father set up this marriage shit. Why did he do this to me?" he turned and looked at her as his hair was being teased and back combed. "I'm sorry to interrupt sir," Lillian interrupted, "But I have a lot of work to do here. You can talk as I do your hair, but when I put your head in a position, I need you to stay still and hold that position while I tease and comb out your hair," she said pushing his head forward and began teasing the back again. "And what if I don't feel like holding still while you make me look like a fool?" "Then I will have to have someone come in and take care of it. They will probably put your head in the box for a while." Martin said nothing. The head box frightened him. He looked back to Missy holding his head tilted to one side where the stylist had positioned him. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Yes, your father did set this up, but I thought it was some kind of a joke at first," she looked down to the floor. Martin lifted his head only to have it pushed down aggressively. Lillian's frustration showing as she pulled his hair and teased it roughly now causing Martin's eyes to squint shut from the rough tugging and pulling. "Why Missy? Why would he do this to me? Why force me to dress me like a woman? Why a marriage to a man? I don't understand." Martin stared at the floor while his hair was being teased, and the curls sprayed, pinned and patted into place in an elegant woman's updo. "What did I do to deserve this?" "Martin, sweetie, If you can't call me mommy Martin, I'm leaving," Missy said softly pulling up a chair and sitting down next to him and touching his naked thigh under his robe. "Missy, a grown man calling a girl two years younger than himself mommy, is degrading to me. Why do you insist on degrading me?" "Sweetie it is what mommy wants, and it lets me know you value my presence. Besides I find you have no problems being dressed like a girl, yet in private you can't utter words of endearment for you mommy?" "Alright then. Mommy," he said quickly, "Tell me why my father arranged this ridiculous wedding ceremony for me, and what was your part in all this?" "Well, Martin honey," Missy started as her fingertips tickled his hairless balls gently, "I don't think your father ever meant it to go this far. I'm almost sure of it, but I'm not positive. This man, out of nowhere offered your dad a huge dowry for your hand in marriage. We were here on some business trip. We both thought it was hysterical proposal at the time. Your father decided to play it out for awhile and see just how serious this guy was." She tried to make him understand. Missy was now gently massaging his balls inside his robe while Martin's hair was being done. "Looks like he was pretty serious to me," he said as his head was straightened up and Lillian began to spray his teased out hair, feeling violated but helpless with what Missy was doing under his robe. "Stop that," he said softly to Missy. Missy ignored his resistance to her manipulations. "Yes, I'm afraid he is honey," Missy said now holding his limp penis in her hand and pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head that was hidden inside. She looked at it as she talked, "Your father would have stopped it before this point I'm sure, but he died so suddenly, and here we are. I can't stop it either Martin, I tried. I wish I could sweetie, I really do. Things are a little different here in this country," she actually seemed upset. "So you were able to simply annul two of my marriages to women but you are going to standby now and let me be forced into a marriage with a man?" he hissed. His emotions were on the verge of uncontrolled collapse at the thought of it all. Missy dropped his penis and sat up straight. "First of all young man, I am your mother and you will not speak to me like that," she said raising a finger in a scolding manner as if he were a child, "I was only involved in the annulment of your marriage to that Melissa girl. I had nothing to do with your other marriage annulment. That was all your father's doing, though I did agree with that annulment also," she said getting things straight. "WHY!!!" he yelled in anger at her. "I loved Melissa. Why did you do that?" "Oh honey, you did not love her. That woman was a hussy and she was only after your money. I don't think she ever really loved you," she explained, "So I stepped in." "Reminded you too much of yourself did she? I don't care what you thought about her. It was none of your business." He was so angry. His fingers gripping the arm rest tightly now. "My situation was completely different Martin. Your father approached me with a proposal of marriage Martin, not the other way around," she said in a firm manner. "After flaunting your ass under his nose in those leather pants and sucking his dick a hundred times," he grunted. "He wanted me for me, and Melissa asked you to marry her. I was convinced Melissa didn't love you Martin. So your father and I agreed to offer her a settlement and alimony to agree to an annulment. She left you for the money Martin. She was a little reluctant at first, she kind of wanted to stay with you, but she came around to my way of thinking on my second offer. That's how much she loved you honey," she said sadly lowering her head. "At twenty four years old you felt you were mature enough to make that decision for me. To have my marriage thrown out all on your own." Martin looked at her now through the teased hair. "You're a fucking bimbo Missy. You're not mature enough even now to make decisions about what color your toenails should be painted, much less making decisions and ruining other peoples lives." "I'm your mother Martin. And as your mother, I had every right to do what I did honey. I felt it was best for you at the time and I haven't changed my mind. I didn't like her, besides your father encouraged me to pursue it if I really felt that way." She held her ground. "He left it up to me." "So, now you think I'm going to abandon all my manhood and marry this guy. And what? Perform wifely duties for him, dressed as a woman......for what Missy, the rest of my life, because of a little fun experiment my father was playing and happened to die before he could change things? Is that it? Is that what I'm supposed to accept?" He stared ahead again his anger building as his head moved back and forth from his hair being teased. "Yes Martin, I'm afraid so. You're to be one of the girls now." Martin violently jerked at his bonds at her remark. "This is crazy," he screamed at her. "Settle down Martin. This will not help," Missy sliding her hand once again up his thigh and rubbing his balls. He glared at her through his makeup and sat quietly. "Mommy," he said reluctantly and softly looking at her, "If this is all real, I can't go through with something like this." he said softly. "Please undo these straps and let me out of this chair," he said as he looked at the straps holding his arms to the chair. "I can't do that Martin." "Miss......." "Mommy," she interrupted. "Mommy please, I'm serious I can't do any of this. I don't want to marry a man. I don't want to be a girl. I just want to be myself. Can't you understand that?" She smiled and touched his cheek with her free hand. "I know you don't to do any of this honey, but I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Others have made this decision for you. The courts agree with the families on these matters. I'm so sorry. I have to go now...." she stood closed his robe and turned to go. Martin sat quietly while his hair was styled up in a very formal updo. His hair swept up in the back much like a French Twist, into mounds of curls on top of his head. His hair was sprayed heavily several times so it would hold firmly even if he shook his head. "There you go doll. Your hair is done now. Your hair looks very pretty," Lillian said while pinning some Baby's Breath into his hair. "Is there anything else you would like for me to do before I leave?" she asked removing the cape. "Yeah, why don't you give me a blowjob you sadistic bitch," Martin said in a low angry voice. The woman did not react to his statement. She just folded the cape and gathered a few things and said. "Have a good day sir, and I hope your wedding night is most memorable," Lillian said as she left the room. It wasn't long before Martin's wedding dress was wheeled in on a dressmakers stand and a white glace leather corset was also brought into the room. The corded laces loose in the back but reaching from top to bottom of the corset. A couple of younger girls brought in other items he would need such as shoes, stockings, etc. Martin stared straight ahead refusing to acknowledge these women moving in and out of the room, or what was going on around him or the presence of all these the smiling, giggling faces. "Martin, were you given an enema this morning before Brittney painted your toenails?" Leanne asked reading a chart. The girls in the room put their hands over their mouths and tried to suppress the snickering and laughter to no avail as they anticipated the answer. The laughter filled the room. Leanne looked at him as all the girls in the room waited for the feminized man to answer. Martin said nothing feeling so demoralized and violated by all this. "Oh my god," one of the girls gushed uncontrollably, grinning in anticipation of his answer. "Martin! I asked you a question," she snapped "Were you given an enema this morning? Answer me or I will have one administered to you now before we continue," she asked taking him by the arm. "Do you need an enema?' "No......," he said staring blankly and totally humiliated while the girls giggled louder. They all knew why the enema was being administered. "You had one this morning then," she asked in a firm voice. "Yes," he said without emotion to the laughter of the young females turning away. Martin was face flushed with embarrassment even through the makeup. "Alright, you girls move along now." Leanne motioned them out as they were no longer needed. "Send in the bridesmaids. It's time to dress and prep the bride," she said and five young girls in identical formal gowns with large bows at the hip, walked in and stood around the wall facing Martin. It was traditional for the bridesmaids to be present and observe the dressing of the bride. All the girls had similar updo's, and stood together by the wall and fixed their attention on Martin now. The last person in was Missy. She gave Martin a nice smile as she awaited the dressing of the bride. "Martin...do you wish to have your anal cavity lubricated before I start dressing you?" Leanne asked him. The bridesmaids snickered, and laughed softly. He looked surprised, and was embarrassed by the question. "Could you be any more demeaning to me?" he said looking at the giddy faces on the girls. "You may be embarrassed right now, but you may appreciate it later. Would you like me to lubricate you? It's traditional to ask the bride if he or she wishes to be lubricated." "Why?" he said softly trying not to cry. "For sex Martin," she said in a not so subtle tone as the girls all gasped and then giggled amongst themselves at the mental images of Martin on his wedding night. "Why do I have to do this?" he whined "Martin, there will be no more chances for lubrication before the honeymoon. If you wish me to lubricate you now I will or we can proceed with the dressing without it. It's up to you....Well?....Yes or No? Do you want your anal opening lubricated? " she looked at him. His made up face couldn't hide his anger and total humiliation. "Oh my god. This can't be happening," he said softly his lower lip trembling. He looked about the room and all the girls eyes were fixed on him. Leanne looked over to Missy. "You are the step mother of the bride?" "Yes I am," Missy said smiling. "You can answer for the bride on this if you wish, he seems to be having difficulty with an answer." "Yes, please lubricate him. I believe he would want it he's just a little shy with all the girls in the room." The security woman that had been in earlier entered the room. She undid the straps on each of Martin legs and placed manacle on his ankles with 12" chain. She then unstrapped his arms and handcuffed his wrist together in front of him. After that was done the rest of the straps were unbuckled. The woman leaned over and whispered in Martin's ear. "I would recommend you do exactly as requested. It will make this much easier." The woman nodded to Leanne. "Good enough then, come over here, bend over and put your hands on the arms of that chair please," she said putting on a rubber glove. Martin did as she said. He walked with very short steps in the hobbles, being escorted by the woman security. Martin reluctantly stood by the chair. The woman forced him to bend over with his hands on the arms of the chair now. Leanne lifted his robe and stuck her lubricated middle finger up his behind. His natural instinct was to stand as she inserted her finger but a hand in the middle of the back kept him down. She removed her finger and he stood up. "Oh no Martin. That was just to lube you for the main lubricator." She showed him a large syringe like object with a 1" diameter tube that would dispense large amounts of lubricant once inside his rectum. He was pushed back down and to his protest and a few groans of discomfort. "OOOWWW!" Martin reacted as the tube first entered. The tube was inserted slowly to it's full length as Martin shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His knees buckling slightly as he squatted to receive the entire amount.. "UHHHH!" Martin grunted as she pushed further. Leanne then held him firmly and pushed the plunger slowly filling his ass with lubricant for the evening. Martin stood slightly squatted bent over the chair as he was filled and fully lubricated while all the bridesmaids watched. It was all traditional of course. Women often had their vaginas and the areas around it lubricated and sometimes even their anal cavities were filled as Martin's, especially in arranged marriages where they might be uptight with their new husband on the first night. The bridesmaids always watched. Some women had it done voluntarily as part of the tradition others at the request of their families. "We'll need to put a maxi pad in his panty," Leanne said to one of the women helping. Martin stood up and his robe was removed and the girls smiled, hands over their mouths again, as Martin stood naked in front of them, his nails painted red and now with a heavily madeup face and elegant updo in contradiction to the large uncircumcised cock and balls that hung limp from his clean shaven crotch. They watched with anticipation as the preparation continued. The naked display for the maidens of the innocent bride's body was a big part of the ceremony. Martin would be presented to the public again in three days with all the innocence he was now bestowed with, gone. A panty was held up and shown the girls. Lots of lace and white ribbons adorned them. Across the bottom in red was embroidered "Honey Hole." The girls squealed and clapped as Martin was instructed to step into the panties. Leanne tore open a package and had Martin spread his legs. She placed a Maxi pad in the crotch of the panty then pulled them up to his hips. The panties barely covered his limp penis and the bulge in front was obvious. The girls more responded with more of an oooh and awww at the large flacid organ on display in the frilly panties. "Martin, I am going to corset you now," Leanne said as the corset was brought over. "This corset will give your body an hourglass shape. It squeezes in around you so to speak till you are the shape of the corset." The security woman took both his hands and began to tie them in front of him to the ends of a long bar. As she strung the rope to a pulley on the beam, she told him, "Martin this is going to be a little painful, especially the first time," she said as she loosened the laces on the corset.. "What do you mean painful?" he asked as his hands were lifted over his head. "I mean corsets are for fashion and effect not comfort. You will need to get used to wearing one. The Baron likes a tight hour glass figure on his women," she said as a guy came in and pulled on the rope lifting Martin's body up on his tip toes. "What are you doing?" Martin looked about nervously as he was raised up with his arms spread far apart. "A little higher please." she said. She checked his feet. "AHHHH!!!!" "I want only the tips of those toenails touching the floor. No weight on those feet," she instructed and walked away for a moment. Martin groaned out loud as he felt his weight leave the floor. His feet then swung gently as he was now suspended just off the floor. His bare clean shaven legs hung straight down. His bare feet with his boldly painted red toenails swayed just scraping the floor as he gently moved back and forth. He gasped from hanging from his wrist that were separated 4' apart. His head was held firmly forward by an assistant to protect the hair. As the corset was pulled up around his waist Martin glanced over at the bridesmaids who were watching with fascination at his ordeal. Not one of them seemed the least bit concerned that this was all being forced on him. He did notice that one of the bridesmaids was quiet and non reactive. Then he realized that it was a guy dressed as a woman. Martin was unaware at the time that this guy had actually been through a similar wedding himself a few years back, and was being required to be a bridesmaid here. When Martin's eyes met his he slowly lowered his eyelids as Martin's facial features now stressed and grimaced as the corseting began. The corset was very stiff white glace leather. It fit from just below his nipples to his crotch, covering his hips. He felt the stiff contours of the corset pressing his body in different places as it was being adjusted in place before it was to be tightened. The corset between his hips and ribs was very narrow and pressed on him even now. Leanne the took the slack out of the laces and began to tighten them. "UUUHHH!!" Martin grunted as Leanne pulled the laces all in snug and straight in the back, but there was still the gap to be closed. It was now that the corset would be tightened to such an extent that Martin's male body would have no choice but to conform to the hour glass shape of the corset. Martin groaned as Leanne pulled the laces tighter and tighter. "Give me that." Leanne pointed and one of the girls handed her a rod about two feet in length. Martin felt them working on the corset. "OK, you lace it down as I torque the corset," she said. Martin felt the tightness of the corset increase as she pulled on the rod. Then they laced up the slack. Martin gasped and groaned, but stared at the floor. Breathing shallow now. Then she softly said, "Again." Martin heard the sound of the leather straining as his sides, and stomach were pulled in. "AHHHHH!!!" he finally yelled out. The rod was pulled again. "AGGGGGHHHHH!!!.......his voice a bit higher and more desperate. With his head being held firmly in place he pleaded with Leanne while they laced up the slack and he hung suspended totally helpless and unable to do anything but allow them to continue as they pleased. "Stop.....oh,...please stop," he gasped "It's hurting my sides, and I can't breath," he pleaded softly. He heard them walking behind him. The tight tension on the leather began to sound again as Leanne torqued the corset even tighter. "OWWWWW!......AAGGHH........STOP! Damn it you're crushing me," he yelled. The girls were all grins as they saw his waist constrict and his body take on the shape of this hour glass crushing corset. Leanne ran her hands up and down the sides of his waist. She looked at him from several feet away. Then she walked back behind him. He felt the torque bar being put on the corset again. "NOOOO!!! No more, please," he pleaded even before she had done anything. The sound of the leather straining filled the air along with Martin's screams. "OOOOWWWWW!!!!" The bridesmaids were all amazed at how narrow his waist had become and the tightly rounded shape of his hips and his body was now assuming. "STOOOOOOP!" his eyes looked wildly to the bridesmaids. "Somebody help me. Make them stop," He was gasping now for air. "My sister cried like a baby when my mother corseted her before her wedding," one of the bridesmaids whispered to the girl next to her. "I remember that, but then again your sister is such a drama queen. I think a lot of it was the embarrassment of the process and less the crushing of corset." "I kind of agree,"the girl said. "She cried during the lubing and her corseting. Being suspended basically naked in front of twelve friends and family for corseting can be embarrassing I'm sure." "Besides he wore the corset all day. Her crying was more of the whining, I don't want to, stuff. They really are giving this guy a small waist for his ceremony. He looks wonderful though." the girl finished now turning her attentions back to Martin The guy dressed as a bridesmaid now looked up and watched Martin's desperation without any emotion. The laces were close. Leanne surveyed him again. She was a perfectionist. Martin's figure now had taken on the shape of the white leather corset and his waist was beautifully if not exaggeratedly crushed into an hourglass shape. Tapering in sharply under his arms to his navel and then back out again over his hips. Leanne wanted the laces fully closed though, so Martin had to endure one more tightening, not because it made a difference in his appearance, but because Leanne was such a perfectionist that those laces not being completely closed, even unseen and under the dress bothered her. "OOOOWWWW!!!!" Martin screamed. "Please stop," he pleaded almost in tears now. "That should do," Leanne finally said. Martin's ankle manacles were removed. Martin swayed subtly as he waited the next stage of his dressing. "Point your toes Martin," Leanne said. Martin pointed the toes on his right foot and Leanne kneeled down beside his foot. White stockings were pulled up his legs and fastened to the garters on the corset while he hung there in the air. Martin had never worn stockings before, and was surprised that the feel of the stockings being pulled up his shaven legs was cool and actually pretty nice. Leanne ran her hands up and down each of his stockinged legs. Leanne pulled one of Martin's feet up behind him and then held his leg firmly. He could feel her and another girl putting a 6" white high heel, open toe pump on his foot. A shoe horn was used to force the stockinged foot into the tight heels. The other foot was done the same way before letting him down. The heels were purposely a little small. The strain on his toes was obvious as the were pushed through the small peep toe openings in the front of the shoes so his polished red toenails would show. "I want four of those red toenails visible in each those peep toe pumps," Leanne demanded. Martin grimaced as the girl wiggled the shoe, and pushed on his toes till the desire look was achieved. Finally it was done. He had four red toenails exposed in each of the open toe pumps and Martin's feet ached already and he hadn't even stood in his pumps yet. "Feeling pretty yet Martin?" Leanne said looking him over. "I can't do this. I can barely breath." "You'll breath better once you are not suspended and on your feet." Martin's head was released and he looked at the girls again. He was in agony, being mentally tormented about the humiliation of living as a woman with a man, and they were all excited about seeing what would happen to him next. In his mind his distress was their amusement. "Let him down slowly," Leanne said, and as the weight came down on his feet the intensity of the corset was magnified causing him to yell out again. A D-cup bullet bra was wrapped round his chest and fastened in place. He took short breaths as his hands were untied and then cuffed behind his back. "Alright Martin. It's time to put your wedding dress on." "No...please no," he gasped. It was to be the final insult. "Don't do this to me," he blurted out as he was forced to turn around and face the dress as it was taken off the stand. "Time to put on the dress Martin," Leanne said. "Please don't. I don't want to do this," he said as the situation continued to escalate. The dress that Martin had sworn he would never wear just a short time ago, was brought before him, unzipped and lowered in front of him. "Martin, I want you to step very carefully into the dress now." Leanne said as she and another woman helped him with his balance in the new high heels. He couldn't bend and his sides ached from the tight corseting. "I'M NOT A WOMAN," he he managed to gasp. Then quietly he pleaded, "Please I am a man. I don't want to wear a dress. Why won't you listen to me. I don't want to dress like this. Please," Martin said looking to each of them for any sympathy, and gasping from his corseting. "You have to wear the dress Martin. It's not an option. Now step into it very carefully." Leanne insisted. "Men don't wear dresses, please don't humiliate me like this." "MR. HASTINGS!!" Leanne snapped. "We don't have time for this. Step into the dress or I'll call for assistance and have you put in the dress. Either way sir you're wearing the dress." She looked at him. Leanne composed herself. "Now....lift your foot and step gently into the dress." she said. Martin hesitated. "Martin," she said softly, "How would you like to wear a different pair of high heels today? Same size but narrow and the heels an inch higher?" she asked calmly. "I have a pair like that available for you if you wish. I can get them on your feet." Martin's feet ached in the heels he was wearing already. His toes feeling the squeeze as they pushed into the openings of the peep toe pumps desperately seeking attention. Narrow and higher would be nothing short of sheer torture. "Well?" Martin lifted his foot looking at the faces of all the young girls dressed in their formal gowns. There was no sign of sympathy for him on any of their faces. They all seemed so excited about what was being done to him, as if he were a real woman. "Lift your foot a little higher." Leanne urged him. Martin reluctantly stepped into the wedding dress. He stood there in gartered stockings and high heels, as they prepared to raise the dress. His arms were still being held and controlled, and two large guys stood just outside the dressing room if needed. The wedding dress was raised up his body and Martin closed his eyes. He tried to shut out the utter humiliation he was now enduring. He felt the material go up over his thighs. The bridesmaids all oohed and awed as the dress was slowly pulled up. Martin opened and closed his eyes again as he felt the dress snugging up to his "hourglass formed" body shape.The dress was zipped up tightly clinging to his cinched waist and large pointed padded breast, giving him the full hourglass figure effect he was meant to have. "Oh my God, he looks so precious," one of the bridesmaids said all excited. Martin opened his eyes and stared straight ahead not allowing himself to react to their comments. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of how embarrassed he was of their taunts. "And now the vail Martin," Leanne said as she bobbi pinned some more Babies Breath in his hair before pinning the veil into his hair and flipping it back. The girls were all giddy with the whole process. "This is a neck corset." Leanne held up a stiff white cylindrical piece with lace and ribbons. A white plastic piece protruded to go under the chin and hold the head slightly tilted up. "No," he whispered. "It will not hurt, or choke you so just relax while I put it on." Leanne busied herself wrapping the device around Martin's neck. She laced it in the back and formed a large bow with the ribbon. Though it did not choke as she had said, it was tight and his head was held slightly tilted up and he couldn't look to the side without moving his shoulders. It was a lace fabric around a leather collar that reached from his collar bones to the nape and lower jaw. "Does that feel OK?" Leanne ask him. "I can't turn my head," he said. "That's what it's suppose to do Martin. Gives you very nice erect posture. Keeps that chin high so everyone can see your beautiful face. The lace work also adds a special feminine touch to it," she replied. "I don't like it," he said emotionless. "Well, we all have to do things we don't like Martin. There are some things you will have to just get used to. It looks very pretty on you and is very appropriate," she said checking it out one more time fluffing the frills. "Here you go." Leanne held up a pair of long rhinestone clip on earrings. "These earrings belonged to your grandmother on your mothers side. Your step mother thought it would be very appropriate for you to wear them on your wedding day," she told him clipping them to his lobes. "There now. Do you like them?" Martin continued to stare not reacting at all. "Yeah, they're great." with a sarcastic tone. With the way he was dressed now, what was an extra pair of earrings. "I'm sure your grandmother is very proud you are wearing her earrings on your wedding day." Martin's eyes teared up. Knowing that these earrings that were hanging from his ear lobes had been actually worn by his grandmother. He knew for a fact she would not approve of any of this. She couldn't have. "I will be piercing your ears next week, but for today these are very elegant." Martin winced at the statement. Next week his ears would be pierced. Made it all seem so long term now. Martin stood very straight and erect now. He needed to hold on to something to steady his balance. A lace pair of white, elbow length fingerless gloves were worked up each of his arms to the elbows. Leanne stood back and looked at him. She fluffed his dress a little. It was a beautiful strapless dress that exposed his shoulders and upper back, augmented even more by his hair pulled up in the back leaving the neck corset fully exposed. "There now. How do you feel Martin? Ready to get married?" Leanne ask him. "How do you think I feel? I feel like a damned fool," he hissed. "Yes well, I see no need for you to see yourself in the mirror at this point. Do you? I think you are ready to go," she smiled "Everyone is waiting." "What do you think girls?" Leanne ask the bridesmaids, slowly turning Martin to face them now. "What do you think of our blushing bride?" "He's beautiful," one spat out eagerly as they clapped and giggled amongst themselves. Martin was beyond response. Martin wrist were freed but his elbows were pulled almost together behind his back and secured. A floral bouquet was put in his hands, and he was led to the bridesmaids who all expressed their delight and complimented him on how pretty he was, and what a beautiful bride he made. His knees were then hobbled together. "OMG, he's so pretty," one of the girls said. "Yeah, especially for being a male bride, he looks like a girl." The bridesmaids gathered in for a couple of quick photos with Martin. As they left the room Martin was primped one last time and was escorted slowly to the door. His calves strained from the 6" high heels. The corset and neck corset kept him ridged, chin held high, and with tremendous curves. Leanne then took a floral bouquet and placed in Martin's hands. "Please don't drop this Martin," she said looking him firmly in the eye. "I will be very disappointed if you do," she gave him a look over her glasses and then gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck. I'll see you this afternoon." Missy was wearing a beautiful pink knee length dress and pink heels. She began laughing at Martin's posture and appearance as she covered her mouth. Taking his arm she said, "OMG Martin! You look like a girl. Look what they've done to you. Aren't you beautiful," she suppressed the laughter as best she could. "Don't laugh at me, "He sneered. "I'm sorry Martin," she said laughing again at his appearance. "You'll need to give me a moment. This is quite a dramatic change seeing my son all dressed up as a bride. Do you feel the part at all being dressed like this Martin? Any new felt desires for dick?" she laughed still in the moment. "NO, and I'm not doing this damn it," he said to her stepping back. "I refuse. This whole thing is crazy." "Martin." she said quietly in his ear now regaining her composure. "Listen to me sweetie and listen good. I've been asked to tell you something. There is a chrome pole standing by the alter. Everyone wants a beautiful ceremony, but they will not hesitate drag you down that aisle, kicking and screaming if they have to, and tie you up on that pole with your feet dangling off the ground. It's been used for arranged marriages before, with reluctant women. You will still go through with the ceremony and you will be married anyway. Don't fight it Martin. It's just not worth it. Not right now anyway." She cupped his cheek with her palm. "Don't lose your dignity in front of all these people that way," she implored him. "Lose my dignity?" he said staring straight ahead very erect now. "Look at me Missy! I'm a straight man damn it. You call this dignified? What do you think this is? I'm dressed like a woman for god's sake, and you expect me to feel dignified?" he gestured at his dress. "I suppose all these people think I'm gay?" he asked not really wanting to hear the answer. "Yes Martin, I'm afraid they probably do think you are gay, but what of it." "Oh Missy," Martin said as a single tear ran down his face. She took a tissue and patted it away as not to ruin his makeup. "Mommy honey," "Do you really have to add that to what I am already suffering. Look at me." "I am looking at you sweetie. Call me mommy." Martin said nothing else. "Martin, listen to me honey, I may be able to get this marriage annulled. I talked to the lawyer that did the annulment of your marriage to your last wife," she held his hand. "Get me out of here then, NOW!" he said. "Don't make me walk out there in front of all those people dressed like this Miss......mommy." "Martin.....I said I might be able to get the marriage annulled. I can't stop the marriage from happening. You still have to get married today. I'm sorry." She squeezed his hand. "No," "Try and keep yourself together till the ceremony is over and maybe we can talk some more about it," she said pulling the vail down over his face, knowing full well that after the ceremony Martin was going to be taken directly to the honeymoon location. She didn't want to distress him anymore right now. Martin flinched as the vail was lowered and covered his face. The thought of such a thing infuriated him. "Take that off Mi.....mommy. It's too degrading," he tried to turn. "The vail will be removed by your new husband for the kiss Martin. Not before." "I'm not kissing another man damn it." he hissed under his breath. "Yes you are. You're kissing your husband. Let's go now." she hissed back. The door was opened and to Martin's surprise, it was a side door to the church sanctuary, and all the people stood as the wedding march began to play. Missy took him by the arm ready to escort him down the aisle, with the help of two large guys now in black tuxedos standing just behind him. "No please. This isn't right," he said as he was nudged out into the doorway now visible to everyone.The man Martin was to marry stood at the alter waiting as Martin began to make his way slowly to the top of the aisle in preparation for the walk down the aisle to the alter. "I don't understand why this is happening to me. Why are they making me do this? Nobody should be forced to marry someone else, especially two men," he muttered as he looked at the groom waiting at the alter. "Women have to do it all the time in arranged marriages Martin and you know that. You never seemed to have problems when it was a woman in the arranged marriage." "I shouldn't have to marry a man. I don't want to marry a man. Doesn't that matter to anyone?" he said in a low tone toward Missy. "I'm sorry honey, but you are getting married to that man today." She took his arm. "Let's go," she said as she began to walk him slowly down the aisle to the delighted grins and giggles of some, and the shocked looks on the faces of others attending. "I....I don't understand," Martin said again his voice trembling now unable to comprehend why he was having to do this and overwhelmed with humiliation. Martin's heels clicked on the hard floor as he began his slow, agonizing walk to the alter. Overwhelmed with emotions of total embarrassment, helplessness, and a degradation he felt he would never be able to live down, tears welled up in his eyes. Martin was now being escorted down the aisle in his beautiful wedding dress to be married to another man he has never met. He would now have a husband and he would be a feminized male wife, fully recognized by law and socially accepted by the community, and there was nothing he could do about it.