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"Martin's Halloween Nightmare"
Martin's Halloween Nightmare is a short side story using the characters
and world of Martin Hastings. An unusual story to say the least. It is
not part of the saga itself.
"Twisted"
Martin sat at the table before the judge with his legal counsel. The
courtroom was full of spectators as the drama of the judge's decision
loomed in the closing statements of the prosecutor. Martin didn't like
the way the judge looked over her glasses at him when ever she looked his
way. It was like she personally found his situation over the top and
stretching the intent of the laws.
"Your honor," the prosecutor began, "this case is not about rights, it's
about moral standards. We have many laws that allow Mrs. Vargos to move
about and live among us dressed as a woman even though she is really a
man. We may not all agree with those interpretations of the laws, but we
accept these findings. She is married to a powerful man, but that
shouldn't change the intent of our public decency laws especially when it
comes to exposure."
Martin sat quietly at the table wearing a tight fitting purple sequined
dress made for him by Felix. It had a collar and the front was tight and
showed Martin's large breast shape. The dress was inappropriate for a
courtroom as it was so short that his garters were revealed on his thighs
when he sat down, but him wearing this particular dress in public was at
issue in this case.
Martin had large perfectly formed breast now. They were rather firm and
protruded with absolutely no sag. A result of female hormones and two
implant procedures insisted upon by his husband. They were beautiful D-
cup breast and any woman would have been proud to display such a figure.
Martin was still a man though, he was devastated by the breast
augmentation and the humiliation of this hearing ran deep into his being.
With his husband the Baron seated behind him in the front row, the
process continued.
"Your honor, I suggest that since Lady Vargos lives her life as a woman
full time that the decency laws apply to her as they would a woman also.
After all she is accepted as a woman by the community she lives in. She
takes part in women's activities and is the head of a women's charity. It
is obvious to all that her breast are very large like a woman's."
"I object," Martin's lawyer stood. "Mrs. Vargos is a man who
crossdresses. He is restricted in many ways by law from being too much
like a woman. He can't use a ladies toilet. He as to wear a PCP around
his neck so the public is aware that he is a crossdressed male. The size
of his breast shouldn't be held against him. Men have breast also, Mrs.
Vargos just happens to have larger breast than the average man."
"Sustained," the judge said.
The prosecution finished their case agreeing that Martin's breast were
larger than the average man, but also they were larger than most women,
at least more pronounced and pushing the fact that since Martin looked so
much like a woman now that he had to abide by the laws that governed
women in public. If he had breast, they must be covered like a woman as
many men would find the same sexual and lustful feelings and attractions
from seeing his breast as that of a woman, and that was the intent of the
Decency Law.
The defense argued that since he was a man he had to be judged as a man.
"What about his breast? Are you saying he be judged as a woman because of
his breast, then what about his penis?" There was a sudden gasp in the
courtroom. That argument couldn't be made even in equal rights issues
unless concessions were to be made elsewhere to make things equal.
The judge had the defendant stand. Martin wiggled is ass a little and
pulled down the front of his skirt to cover his stocking tops. He noticed
that the judge watched him when he did so.
"It seems we are breaking new ground in these feminized male cases all
the time. I find that Marcia Hastings is a man who dresses in women's
clothes both in public and private. He has all the proper paper work to
allow him to do so. He is also has a same sex spouse, and the law allows
in these cases that one of the spouses may take the role of female both
publicly and privately. This too is being done and I see no violations.
He has a penis and testicles and under the legal definition of a male
that is the determining factor, and thus he must abide by the laws that
govern male citizens. Men are not allowed to expose their penis's or
testicles in public places, but men are allowed to expose their breast in
public and I will neither add to or restrict from those laws in this
case. I side with the defense."
The gavel landed and Martin turned to look at the applauding courtroom
with pleading eyes.
Felix approached Martin with an evil smile. He had a small pair of
scissors in his hands as reached up and to cut the few stitches from the
patches that held the fabric in place on the dress over Martin's breast.
"Please don't do this to me?" Martin whined softly looking down at the
dress he was wearing as Felix was now cutting loose the temporary fabric
that covered Martin's large firm breast, and his permanently erect
nipples.
As Martin lost his composure he reached up and touched Felix's hands only
to have his hands gently lowered for him by a woman standing next to
him.
Felix then resumed the cutting.
"Stop," Martin said through tears.
When Felix finished both of Martin's now large breast were completely
exposed through holes in the dress and bra that were bordered with silver
sequins. Trimmed and designed just for such exposure. A teardrop
rhinestone hung delicately from each of Martin's pierced nipples. The
tight pale skin of Martin's breast stood out proud in contrast to the
purple sequined dress he was wearing.
"No Baron," Martin said in tears as his husband turned him so the people
in the courtroom could see what the victory meant for Martin.
Photographers took pictures of the new legal fashion statement Martin was
about to make. "Don't shame me like this," Martin said under his breath
as he turned to face the crowd of people.
The Baron then took Martin's arm to lead him out of the courtroom. They
were headed to dinner at fine establishment to celebrate and to show off
Martin's now legal open breast dress, sure to make the cover of all the
tabloids.
Martin fought back as they left the building not wishing to step out in
public with his breast exposed in a new perverse fashion statement, which
was all it was. The judge had just found that since Martin was male, and
had male anatomy hanging between his legs, that it was not obscene for
his nipples or breast to be exposed in public just like any other man,
even when he was dressed as a woman.
A crowd of people waited outside and a roar of laughter and astonishment
erupted upon seeing him dressed as he was. Martin now broke out crying
standing in his 6" spike heels while the press and on lookers enjoyed his
misery. The Baron held him in place while people looked at the odd new
fashion and voiced their opinions on it.
"You should be ashamed of yourself young man," one older couple shouted
their disapproval of his new look, and indeed he was ashamed.
"Good for you Lady Vargos. I think they're beautiful," one of the women
in his social circle said looking as his firm exposed breast trying to
gain favor for future social event funding.
Martin fell to his knees, "Don't make me dress like this Baron," he
sobbed holding his husband's leg.
"Martin? Martin wake up honey. You're having a bad dream." a feminine
voice said gently rubbing his shoulder.
Martin opened his eyes and then he quickly sat up in bed. He cupped both
hands to his chest. No breast. A light came on and he looked to see his
wife Missy sitting up in bed with a look of concern on her face.
"It's OK honey, you were having a really bad dream," she said giving him
a hug.
"OMG, Missy. You have no idea. It was horrible." Martin looked about the
room as reality slowly began to settle back in.
Martin sat up on the edge of the bed and stood to go to the bathroom. He
noticed his toenails were all painted red. He looked about frantically,
he checked what he was wearing. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Martin, What's wrong baby?" Missy asked he looked around.
"Missy, why are my toenails painted red?"
"You fell asleep early last night. I was bored so I painted my toenails
and when I got done with mine I decided to paint yours too. Just a girl
fun thing. You are going to the Halloween party dressed as a Princess
Friday anyway."
"I want it taken off," he said heading to the toilet.
"Why? You've never gotten so upset when I painted your toenails before,"
she said looking his way, "besides it's two nights till Halloween, and
I'm going to paint them then anyway."
"I had this awful dream."
"About me painting your toenails?" she asked.
"No, about me being forced to dress and live as a woman full time."
"Really? This Princess costume is really getting to you."
"I was forced to marry a man, and I had breast like a woman. I even had
to expose my breast in public and it was legal. That's when you woke me
up," he said getting back in bed.
"Are you sure this all isn't about you going to the Halloween party
dressed as a Princess tomorrow night. You did promise us all you'd be a
Princess for the fund raiser, and we are going to make you such a pretty
princess," she said kissing his shoulder
He now remembered the fund raiser. "I guess that could be part of it."
"We have a lot of prep to do for you tomorrow. You have an appointment
with Leanne tomorrow evening to get your hair done," she said with a
smile.
"Leanne? Leanne was a the person that forcibly feminized me in my dream,"
he said shocked at first. "I hated her."
"See, Leanne has cut your hair for years and you knew we were going to do
something special and girly with your own hair to make this charity
function a lot of fun. You have somehow managed to inject her into your
little nightmare because you are so nervous about being a Princess. C'mon
Martin let us girls have a little fun putting curlers in your hair
tomorrow in the salon. It's Halloween after all."
"It was so real Missy. I was forced to be a woman. I couldn't escape.
Nobody would help me. I was being forced to roll over and.....," he
hesitated and then looked at Missy.
"Really?" she said getting the idea. "With your dream husband? Should I
be jealous? What was he like?" she said grinning like they were having a
girly gossip session.
Martin looked away. That was something he wished had not been inferred at
all.
Missy laughed, and then smiled a warm smile, "Well you are safe here with
me baby," she said hugging up next to him. She kissed him on the head.
"Go back to sleep baby, I'm here with you."
Martin was afraid to go back to sleep. Afraid he might slip back into
that dream again. It seemed like it had been months out of his life, but
it was only a short dream. He was home now it was all a subconscious
horror story.
"Hi Missy," Leanne said the next day when they entered the salon. Leanne
was dressed as a witch, with black dress and pointed hat, as well as
fishnet stocking and high heels. She was a sexy witch. "Well hello there
Martin, hear you might be a little nervous about being a Princess this
evening. Having bad dreams I here?" she said signaling him to follow her
to the shampoo bowl.
"I guess so. The dream was so real though," he laughed. She looked the
same as she did in his dream where she had strapped him in a styling
chair daily, but she was much nicer. He had known her for years. His mind
had made her evil for some reason.
"Well, when you leave here today we will have you all dolled up as a
beautiful Princess and you will be the talk of the fund raiser. I always
knew that you having this long hair would come in handy some day. Now
let's get started."
"That's what I'm afraid of," he said sitting down in the chair.
As Leanne shampooed him another customer came in. Leanne raised his head
while she shampooed the back of his hair and Martin saw Lisa taking the
woman over to the shampoo bowls.
Lisa was so sexy. He always had thoughts of her, and her costume just
amplified those feelings. He should be feeling this in real life, but she
was dressed as a Playboy Bunny and had all the body parts to pull it
off.
Martin was escorted to the chair where Leanne would do his hair.
"You ready to have your hair put in curlers like a girl there
Twinkletoes?" she said putting the cape around his neck.
"I guess so," he said smiling in the mirror.
"Good, then just sit still for a moment," Leanne said.
Leanne and Lisa duct taped his wrist to the chair.
"What are you doing?" Martin asked looking at them.
"It's ok honey," Missy said. "Just want to get a few pictures for the
bulletin board at the office."
They taped Martin's ankles and knees together, then quickly taped his
mouth shut. Leanne put four strips over his mouth.
"UUMMPPHHH?" Martin grunted looking confused.
"Look at me sweetheart," Missy said holding the camera and snapping a few
pictures with the witch Leanne standing beside him. "These are going to
be great," she said taking another. Another picture was taken with him
and Lisa cheek to cheek.
A tray of special hair curlers was pulled up next to the chair. They
looked different. They were 1" pink plastic curlers, but the spikes on
the curlers were longer and more pointed than normal. The spikes were
firm and didn't bend when pressed against the head. They were menacing
and protruded from the curlers like thorns. Martin didn't understand.
The lights were dimmed and Martin began to panic while the girls gathered
around the chair and laughed at his distress.
"It's alright Martin," Missy said with a huge grin. "Just relax and let
us take a few pictures. Remember this is all for charity, and you will be
wearing that dress tonight," she said pointing to the ruffled chiffon
Princess dress hanging across the room.
The girls all laughed at the thought of him wearing the dress.
Leanne carefully picked up one of the curlers and pulled up a strand of
his hair. Martin thought it was odd that Lisa was holding his head
firmly.
"Ok now just sit real still for me Twinkletoes," Leanne said as she
rolled the strand around it. She pulled the strand tight as she rolled it
and then twisted it tightly to his head.
"UUMMPPHHH!!!!!!!" Martin jumped and let out a muted scream.
Lisa helped hold him still while Leanne secured the curler to his head.
The sharp spikes now pricking into his sensitive scalp. This was not
discomfort for fashion reasons, this was purposely inflicted pain. His
face grimaced from the prickly penetrations on his scalp and the extreme
pull on his hair. The girls giggled and took pictures as Leanne began
doing the next strand.
"UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" again as Martin twisted his body this time in the chair
trying to stop them from placing another of the spiked curlers in his
hair, but his head was held firmly against the head rest by Lisa and the
second curler was twisted tightly onto the distressed man's head and
pinned firmly in place. The curler was just as tight after it was pinned
as it was when she last twisted it.
Martin looked at them all, wide eyed shaking his head frantically no,
seeing Leanne pick up the next curler. Leanne pulled the next strand of
hair up and answered his head shake of decent of what was happening to
him. Tears came out the edges of his eyes from the the pricking sensation
in his scalp.
"Oh yes Twinkletoes, we are going to do your entire head head like this,"
she said as she repeated rolling the process over and over again. The
spikes were pricking him all over the top of his head now. The ones in
the front were very visible just above his forehead, and it was going to
get even worse as she did the more sensitive sides of his head around the
ears.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as the women paid no attention to his
discomfort and pleas. Missy even took a few close ups of his tear stained
face.
With the top and side of his head now wrapped tightly in the spiked
curlers, Leanne paused for a moment.
"How does that feel Martin? Hmmm? You like that don't you," she asked
while the grinning women looked on. "A little prickly though huh?" she
said standing in front of him.
"UUUMMPPPHHH!!!"
"I know," she said as he was reacting to an extra tight twist this time.
Martin looked around the room. Why were they doing this? He had agreed to
have his hair curled, but what was this all about?
"I'm ready to do the back now?" Leanne said.
Martin shook his head no. His entire head ached already.
"Oh yes Twinkletoes, I think so, can't have just part of your hair set
now can we. Put your head forward for me and let me do the back."
Martin resisted her efforts to push his head forward.
"Come on now Twinkletoes, let me do the back," Leannes said picking up
another spiked curler.
Martin couldn't stand to have one more of these curlers with their
prickly spikes sticking in his scalp. Lisa finally pulled his head
forward and held it in place and the painful process began again. Muffled
cries came from the man as curler after spike filled curler was twisted
tightly into place and pinned tightly to his head until his entire head
was completely full of curlers. Only the tips of the spikes were touching
his scalp and they felt like they were digging deep into his scalp.
Leanne then covered them with a hair net and pulled it tight, driving the
curlers even tighter into his scalp and then she tied it off.
Martin's mouth was untaped, and he just breathed heavily at first.
"TAKE THEM OUT," he shouted.
"They really good honey. Look," Missy said turning him to face the
mirror. "You look really hot in curlers. Don't you like them?"
"TAKE THEM OUT." he yelled then began to cry. "Take them out they hurt so
bad. I am in pain," he said staring at her.
"Awwwwww," the girls all sighed then started laughing again.
"Honey it's just a little discomfort for styling your hair. Under the
dryer for about 45, and you will look beautiful."
"This is not discomfort, these things are sticking me. It hurts," he
hissed at all of them, "This is very painful and I want these out of my
hair now. Why did you do this to me?"
"To amuse ourselves," Missy said as he looked at her.
"TAKE THEM OUT!"
"NO!" Missy shouted back.
"Now!" he said loudly
"Here Martin, I will put this scarf around your head," Leanne said taking
a large floral designed head scarf, wrapping around his head and then
pulling it tight under his chin pulling the curler spike even tighter.
"NOO!!!" he yelled and squinted form the pain.
"Oh yes that's much better,"
"Take it off," Martin voice dissolved into sobbing.
"Martin, honey wake up. You're having another bad dream." Missy said
shaking his shoulder.
Martin looked wildly around the room again till he realized where he was
again. He touched his head and his hair was full of brush curlers, and
though they were not comfortable, they were just normal brush curlers
that women wear.
"My hair. Missy, why is my hair curled," he said feeling the curlers with
both hands now.
"Martin you said you didn't want to go the the salon to see Leanne
because it would be to embarrassing and you agreed to let Lisa come by
the house and set your hair. Remember? You were upset with me painting
your toenails last night, because you had a dream, and now you have
another dream."
"Yes, I remember now. I had this dream that I was being tortured with
hair curlers that had spikes that were poking into my scalp at Leanne's
salon. You were all laughing at me."
"Well they are a little difficult to sleep in I will grant you that. You
are just over reacting to all this rather violently in your subconscious
honey. I don't now why."
"I guess so. Why can't I just go dressed as a.................."
"Oh no you don't. You are not getting out of this that easy, you are
going dressed as a Princess. You agreed and everyone is expecting to see
you there as dressed a Princess. The family and all the kids, and people
from work."
"What is happening in my head," Martin said laying down and trying to get
the pillows just right for the curlers.
"You are just over reacting honey. It's kind of cute in a way if it
weren't for the nightmares you are having. Here let me help you relax,"
she said sliding under the sheets and taking his penis in her mouth.
It was finally Halloween. Martin stood ready to step out as the Princess
he had been pushed into being for the evening. It would be a very
humiliating night, even for Halloween.
Martin was stunning dressed as a Princess. His stiffly sprayed beehive
with a French twist in the back hairdo was adorned in the front with a
large rhinestone tiara. He had large rhinestone necklace that lay on his
chest that matched his dangling earrings. His face boldly made up, with
fake eyelashes and red lipstick.
His fingernails and toenails both a matching shade of bright red. They
sexily showed themselves in the opening of his 5" peep toed pumps and
white stockings.
He wore a chiffon white dress that tiered down to mid calf being held out
by three petticoats. The waist was cinched with a wide satin sash and
the
bust was well shaped with a customized bullet bra. Martin wore fingerless
elbow gloves. He felt like a fool as he was escorted out to the main
party where he would be seen by all his friends and family members.
The kids laughed and the ladies all paid there compliments in as
humiliating of a manner as the could. The men kidded him and joked about
what he was doing. None of them hung around him though because he was
dressed a little over the top.
Later Missy took Martin into a small room that had a small chair in the
center. He was forced to sit cross legged.
"Sit right there honey. I will be back," she said kissing him and then
leaving.
The Baron entered the room.
"Am I dreaming?" Martin said looking at him.
"How nice of you to say my love. Come on now."
Martin said nothing. He stood with the Baron's assist and lifted his
skirt and pulled down his panties. He then bent over and held the arms of
the chair.
Martin looked down seeing the dangling rhinestones hanging from his
pierced nipples that were exposed through his dress and bra by design.
His large breast jutting out. They were his breast. He looked at the back
of the chair as his husband spread his cheeks and entered him suddenly
which caused Martin to gasp initially. Martin said nothing while his
husband got off in Martin's tight butt hole. It was over quickly. Martin
reached into the drawer of his desk and took a maxi pad out and placed it
in his panties before pulling them back up.
Martin now stood and reluctantly accepted a kiss from his husband and
took his arm and was escorted out to meet the guest. He was used to the
quickies now.
It was Halloween now. He was not attending with Missy like in his dream,
he was with his husband the Baron. Martin was the hit of the costume
ball. Everyone had a great time. Martin never smiled, not even once. He
felt stupid wearing the Princess costume with his exposed breast his
husband had insisted on him wearing.
Martin so wished this was the dream, but this was his reality. The dreams
he was having were with Missy being his wife in the bedroom, the other
episodes were all real. He and Missy were about to have sex he recalled
now, when he was suddenly awakened to the harsh pull of his hair and the
reality of the Baron's morning oral desires as a husband were in need of
being satisfied, and it was Martin's wifely duty to perform these chores
for her husband.
Martin was left alone for a short while, then a man came in and unzipped
his pants.
"Trick or treat," he said placing his dick in front of Martin's face.
"What?" Martin said softly not sure how to react. He took the man's dick
and held it in his hand for a moment away from his face.
"Your husband said you would be giving us trick or treats," the man said
waiting for Martin to get started.
"My husband told you I would suck your dick?" he said hoping that was not
the case.
"Yes he did," the man said unashamed that he was standing there in
anticipation.
"OMG wake up," Martin said to himself hoping this was another nightmare.
Martin slowly took the man's semi erect uncircumcised penis in his mouth
and began to work on it. Ten minutes later the man exploded with an
orgasm in Martin's mouth. Martin's was able to avoid swallowing most of
it. It tasted real, it was no dream.
The man left the room and a few minutes later another man entered the
room.
"Trick or Treat. Be good to me," he said unzipping his pants.
Martin hesitated and turned away for a moment. The man's penis was not
very big, but it was still a penis. Martin recognized this guy as a
business associate of the Baron. Martin reluctantly put the man's penis
between his lips and sucked it with his lips till the man came. It didn't
take very long. Martin was trying to wake himself up. He had to be stuck
in a nightmare. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't wake up and the
men kept coming in for Trick or Treats.
Martin smiled at the next man who came in. He was wearing a dress for his
costume and Martin made conversation with him as he jerked him off while
the man held up the skirt of his dress. The man confessed to being a
closet crossdresser and was enjoying the evening and the chance to wear a
dress in public. Martin was lucky this man was very satisfied to see his
semen on the side of Martin's forehead and in his hair.
A couple came in. the woman smiled and "Trick or Treat". Martin just
looked at her as her husband approached and unzipped his pants. She stood
smiling and watched Martin give her husband a blow job. When the man
came
Martin was surprised at the amount of semen he discharged and had grab
the dick to take a quick gulp before he finished the rest.
"I know, I have that same problem," she said smiling. "He ejaculates a
lot at first."
Martin was glad when they left the room.
A man once again came in and said Trick or Treat and Martin couldn't do
anything about it. He was used over and over. He desperately tried to
awaken from this nightmare. The next morning Martin slowly awakened in is
own bed. His mouth was dry and tasted horrible. There was dried semen in
his hair and on his face. The night had been no dream. It was reality
and
it had been a Halloween Nightmare.
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