Princess of Castile
By Jennifer Reed
Chapter 4: Secrets
This story is set in the world created by Rikki in the Marriage of
Martin Hastings that he began some time around 2010. These events in
this story occur around three to four years after the events in Rikkis
story.
Thomas had found Leanne's preparation room with his favorite chair in
the center. He felt a seething hatred for the cruel woman and swore she
would pay for what she had done to so many men. Thomas personally didnt
mind Leanne transforming him into a woman. As a transsexual, that was
his deepest desire. He liked it. But Thomas knew Leanne didn't care
either way, and she had performed these transformations on many
unwilling men, and humiliated them. She personally enjoyed that much
better and resented that the transformation had little affect on him.
She had destroyed many lives and that enraged Thomas. He hated this
cruel woman and swore she would pay. But for the time being, he simply
sat in her styling chair and allowed her to do as he commanded. He
looked at the clothing she had laid out for him later.
The sexy lingerie he was going to wear for his husband tonight was hung
in the corner and he examined them. He saw the white lacy pushup bra
with firm foam cups and a heart in the center of the cleavage. The
matching panties were there, sexy silk thong panties he really wanted to
wear. He saw the rolled-up stockings, and garter belt, and matching
white heel pumps. They would look very sexy as he stood there in his
bridal gown he was dressed in earlier.
Leanne was preparing his makeup and arranging the rollers for his hair
again to reset it.
Leanne looked at Thomas for a moment over her horn-rimmed glasses. This
was one of the most frightening and unpleasent jobs she had ever done.
First, there was that incredible hateful look in his eyes. All of the
men she worked on hated her and she saw the look in their eyes, but this
was vastly different. Thomas's hate seemed to run deep into his very
core. The others men's hate was a hot fury hate of rage. This mans hate
was an icy chill, that ran deep in him, it was a very calm and
controlled hate. This was much more dangerous, and it was born of
intent. She could not figure it out either. The second part of why she
was frightened was that the feminization would have no effect. He was
transsexual, and wanted it. He had almost manipulated and forced his
husband into making him transition. The Duke capitulating on that was a
grave error in her opinion. It was giving Thomas exactly what he wanted.
The third and far more serious matter was that Thomas was not who he
appeared to be at all. He was not Craigs son. He was not Thomas. This
man was av ery powerful prince, soon to become the princess. The second
Thomas told her his true name, she knew. His family was extremely
powerful, and so was he. He led a nations military forces during their
civil war. He commanded the respect and obedience of of their people. He
proved his strength and will. For the Duke to think he had a snowballs
chance in hell of making this woman submit to him was a joke. She was
sure the Duke was going to have a very short life after this, and it was
likely his head was going to be on a pike. And if she didn't find a way
to get away from this, her head was going to be next to his.
Thomas just sat there icily calm as she did her work, never protesting
or arguing or trying to reason with her the way her other men did. He
sat there with his chilling calm composure as she reset his hair in the
rollers and then removed them after they all dried and did his makeup.
Leanne saw he didn't approve of how she did his makeup. The other men
disapproved that she had done their makeup on their face at all. Leanne
saw that wasn't the case here. He didn't like how she did his makeup. He
didn't like the color of the eye-shadow and wanted longer lashes and
didnt like the blush she used.
He stood up and shrugged. He said dismissively, "This is what you get
when you sacrifice quality for the cut rate prices of amateurs." Thomas
laughed. "My sister paid for the very best in the empire when I was
involved in the royal court of Castile. She had the very best do my
makeup and hair to present me to the people. I had the very best and I
was taught by the very best. You'd think a mighty Duke here would be
able to get quality people to work on his new bride. But he got you."
Leanne stood there helplessly fuming at the insult.
Thomas giggled and stood there in his wedding gown, and he said, "Well,
let's get going."
Then Leanne moved in to begin removing his wedding gown when Thomas held
up his hand to stop her. He said in a very female manner, "I can remove
my own clothing, thank you very much." And he unlaced his own wedding
gown and let it slip down his body. He stepped out of it and then
naturally reached behind his back and undid his own bra strap and
removed it. Thomas stepped out of his heels and carefully unrolled his
own nylons from his legs and sloped out of the panties he was wearing.
Leanne watched and was very disturbed by how natural he was with female
clothing. Most men would have struggled with the laces and hooks on
female clothing. Thomas removed it all very naturally as most women
would. He was careful not to create any run in the nylons and most men
would simply rip them off. She knew how much experience he has had with
women's apparel now so it wasn't much of a surprise. But she still
didn't like it.
Leanne pointed to the lingerie on top of a table. "That's what you
should wear tonight." Thomas went to examin them and smiled softly.
'This should make me look very sexy tonight,' Thomas thought to himself.
He picked up the shiny lace thong panties. They were small, just his
size with embroidered pink hearts on the thin waistband and front.
There was just a thin string in the back. He slid the panties up his
legs feeling shame doing this. Leanne watching him and he was doing
this for a man he never met. But the clothing itself felt natural and
right. He picked the bra up and examined it. They were a very sexy
underwire padded cup bra. It was lacy white with embroider silk hearts
on the cups. The straps had lace trim. It was adorned in diamonds and
must have custom made for him. He slid his arms in the straps, looked
at Leanne facing her. He reached back and hooked the straps together
like there was nothing to it.
Thomas enjoyed Leanne's stunned look at how easily he had hooked his own
bra with his inch long fingernails. Most men could never have done that
even without the fingernails. Hooking a bra's eyehooks from behind was
never a skill men ever had to know. Fingernails made it more difficult.
Every man she worked with needed her assistance to hook the bra. Leanne
suspicions grew stronger.
She watched him wrap the lace garter belt around his waist with the
skill of a woman accustomed to doing it. He sat down and carefully
rolled his nylons up his legs, careful to avoid snagging or running the
material. He was careful to keep the seams straight and he hooked the
garter straps to the nylon tops. He was very sexy as he slipped the
breast forms into the cups of his bra. He posed in the mirror and
looking at the floral designs in the nylon stockings that encased his
legs. Then he put on his jewelry. He attached two sets of clip-on
earrings to his ears. Each one had large sapphire stones hanging from
his ears. He wrapped the necklace around his neck and hooked it. It
had a large inset ruby in the center with a ring of smaller diamonds.
He applied a few bracelets to his wrists and then did a very sexy
feminine pose in the mirror.
She had no doubt that Thomas was a transgender male to female. She had
a very strong suspicion that he knew it and he was playing with them.
The Duke was probably happy and him being so naturally feminine, that
meant that the feminization would be very effective to making him
pretty. The Duke wanted that.
But for the purposes of the marriage, the feminization would be very
ineffective to the final goal. Making Thomas into a proper submissive
male bride. Most men who wanted a male bride in this type of marriage,
wanted a feminine pretty man as his bride. The feminization was double
edged. Part of it was to satisfy the husband. The other part of the
process and reason for the feminization was to crush the male spirit in
the bride. The feminization did that part well, for most men. Their
sexism insured that once they knew their status as feminized men, it was
crushing and ensured that their resistance was broken. Their spirits
crushed. They accepted their place as brides to a man.
If the man wanted to be feminized, then it would be ineffective. It
would be like trying to feminize a woman, it would have little effect on
her emotionally. This feminization would not demoralize Thomas. It
would stiffen his resistance and have little other effect on his
personality. He would throw it back in her face and go along with it.
He thought he looked sexy enough for the Duke. He turned to Leanne and
said, "I am ready. Can you show me to my husband's bedroom?" She saw
the disgusted look on his face referring to the Duke as his husband. It
was repulsive to him. Just like any other woman, being intimate with a
man she did not want would be a repulsive experience.
"Yes we are ready. You do look beautiful. The Duke will be very
pleased." Thomas stood there looking like a natural woman. No matter
how hard she tried to make him look like an overdone exotic transvestite
with too much makeup, he still looked like a natural woman.
She then replied, "Before you go to your tonight, he has arranged for
someone to come and talk to you, Mrs. Cordoba. I have been instructed
to let you two talk alone. The woman is eager to speak to you Mrs.
Cordoba." Leanne opened the door to the and said, "You can come in
Jessica. Mrs. Cordoba is waiting for you."
Another woman walked in. Thomas assumed this was Jessica and she was
stunningly beautiful. Thomas found her enchanting sexuality very
appealing. Dark brown hair fell across her shoulders shaping her
perfect beautiful face. Her dark swirling eyes drew him into their
beauty. Her mascara and eye lashes made her very enticing. They were
almost an inch from her eyelids. Her eyeshadow was dark purple and just
the right coverage on her lids to make her eyes very enchanting and
exotic. Her top seemed almost designed to draw all attention right to
her very ample breasts. Her cup size was larger than his right now and
her top seemed to display much of her very ample breasts. Thomas felt
jealous. She had more cleavage on display than he did.
Her skirt was way too short, but that was probably the idea. Her
fingernails and toenails gleaming in the sunlight and were perfectly
polished in bright red. Her legs were very long and appealing. She was
very tall and seemed to be very dominant and strong. Thomas felt very
jealous of Jessica.
"I am Jessica, and I assume you are Thomas!"
She wasnt quite sure what she was expecting, but this wasn't it. This
young man actually looked like a woman sitting there waiting for her.
This young man sitting there very natrually as a woman, wearing
beautiful bridal lingerie. She expected to see a young man wearing
lingerie, and approaching the first night with his husband. The young
man would be highly distressed, angry and hostile. This was anything but
that. He sat there calmly and she saw no hint of a man there. He
appeared as a woman and seemed happy with his appearance. As she
examined the lingerie this man had on, several other features stood out.
The young mans hips were wider and softer than other mens, his arms were
thing and he had very narrow shoulders. And his bra seemed to stand out
more. She looked closer and saw the appearance of two small
underdeveloped mounds under the thin bra cups. This was really no man at
all. This was a trans woman in transition. This had to be at least six
months into HRT. How was this possible? She wasn't told that this young
man was actually transitioning into a woman. Maybe it was forced but it
didn't look forced at all.
Thomas frowned. Jessica called him Thomas. He stared at her wondering.
She smiled at him, a soft warm smile. It didn't help, he knew something
was wrong. "No," Thomas said. "I am afraid you are mistaken Ma'am. My
name is Isabella Cordoba. I am the Duke's wife."
Jessica looked at Thomas for a few long seconds. She was smiling and
thinking about Thomas saying he was Isabella. Then his general
appearance. It was stunning. Then she laughed a little and replied, "I
cannot understand how a man can be named a wife. It just makes no
sense, but it is a twist of the law. Because of the recent court
ruling, a man can be named the wife in an arranged marriage and bound
and placed under the husband the way women have been for a thousand
years. It isn't really right," She said.
Thomas shrugged and asked, "If this has been done to women, why
shouldn't it also be done to a man in the same way.?
She looked at him strangely, not expecting such a question from a man.
Then she continued, "Isabella is just the name your husband forced on
you and there is nothing you can do about it. Isabella wasn't the name
you were born with and it is not your name, Thomas. So don't let it
become you."
Thomas turned away. He almost felt like giggling at that statement. But
he didn't want her to know the name he was born with. Thomas didn't
really understand how she knew so much about his adopted family. "I
think that I prefer being called Isabella. Will you explain how you
know my name?" Thomas demanded, staring into her eyes.
"It is not yet time. I will tell you all about me when the time is
right. All you need to know now is one, I am here to help and assist
you. I am here to answer any questions you may have about the marital
ritual you will be doing for your new husband. I feel bad that you are
forced to do this."
Thomas didn't think Jessica really felt bad for him. Her smirk made her
seem very insincere.
"I just don't think it is right," Jessica replied with an amused smirk.
Jessica then walked over to the window looking out into the garden.
With her back to Thomas, he was able to get a good view of her tight
butt that the dress framed well. She was a very attractive woman.
"The ritual is for the woman to show her devotion and feminine
submission to her husband. It was for women of another time and very
few women of today would consider it. Except for the especially devout
and submissive women. Most women consider it a demeaning and
humiliating ritual. For a woman who feels no affection or devotion to
the man she is marrying, it will be a horrid violation. It must be 100
times worse for a heterosexual man, accustomed to being in the dominant
position to a woman, to be forced to take on the feminine submission to
a dominant man."
Then Thomas said, "I doubt its actually worse on a straight man than a
woman. I suspect its about the same. But it will have some different
results on a straight man, but its still a horrible and sickening
violation regardless. And it should not be done. I suspect its worse for
a woman. She could be forced to bare the man children. I suspect that's
far worse than what a man endures. But its horrible either way."
She then turned to Thomas with a big smirk on her face. "For you to be
the submissive bride to a man. It must really make him feel very
demeaned and humiliated. It will be very difficult for you, Thomas.
You will feel anything but a man." But since he wasn't a man anyway, it
made little difference to him, Jessica thought so he may have a
difficult time trying to see the matter from a mans point of view. A man
having his masculinity being taken from him and forced into being
another mans wife.
Thomas glared at her for a few seconds, simmering in anger. He never
really felt like a man.
"You would enjoy this if I was really a man being forced into this?"
Thomas accused. "You would enjoy seeing this man take my masculinity
and dignity away from me wouldn't you?" His glare was one of the most
fearsome things she had ever seen. "I am sorry to disappoint you."
"Yes," Jessica admitted. "I must admit that this would be very
amusing." Her smirk widened into a full grin. "But, I can see that is
not the case here. You are pretty much a woman already. You have no
masculinity to take, and wouldn't mind losing what ever masculinity you
have."
"I am sorry I am not really a man, so you can see this man ripping it
from me," Thomas interrupted. "I know you will love seeing that happen
to me if I were a masculine man. You would be happy knowing I was going
to be demeaned and humiliated, and you really enjoy it. Your part in
this is to make sure it is as humiliating as it can be, and to enjoy
witnessing it. You are involved or you wouldn't be here and know my
name. There has to be a reason you are here. You being involved and
brought here means you have some connection with the people here."
Jessica stopped what she was going to say and just stood there for
around a full minute. This was someone who she couldn't deceive. He
was already very suspicious of her involvement. He pieced together some
of it and knew she wasn't here to help him. She may as well admit it.
"Yes. I would have enjoyed seeing you demeaned as a man. I was told
what you believe to be a woman's place is in life. I was told about how
you believe we must submit to a man and how you have treated women in
your life. I know how your father treated women and taught you to treat
them. I know how you have treated women. So I fully admit I would have
loved seeing you treated in the way you have treated the women in your
life. I would love that you now must submit to a man in the way you
believed women must submit to a man. Now you have to be the woman. It
seems like justice. But it seems I was misinformed. You do not believe
that, and you are very much a woman. You only fail to see how really
devastating this would be for a masculine straight man accustomed to
being dominant toward a woman."
Thomas' mind could only attempt to deduce her true identity and
connections to her family.
Jessica knew a little about him and his family. There were a few ways
she could have known all of that she did. If he had to bet, he figured
he knew how she knew. He had strong suspicions about who she was, but
he would keep them to himself until he had further proof.
"I know you have questions," Jessica said. "And that's why I am here.
I can tell you anything you need to know about the experience that
awaits you
"I want to know is, whose idea was it for you to help me?" Thomas
inquired.
She smiled, "Your husband asked me to come and help you. I have known
him for a year now and I have personal experience that can help you?"
"What personal experience," Thomas inquired. Nothing she said made
sense.
"Well, I was in a marriage like yours." Jessica replied.
"What? You married the Duke," Thomas stated in disbelief. That seemed
unlikely, but possible. It was more likely she was married to someone
else who treated her cruelly.
"No, the Duke has never been married. No woman really liked being with
him, as you can guess why. He has not had a long-term relationship with
a woman. Most women can't stand him and he has traumatized a few. I
just know him," Jessica said, feeling uncomfortable.
"That makes sense. You weren't married to the Duke before, but you must
have been married to someone." Thomas's mind was racing now and it was
very evident to Jessica that he was thinking this through. "You must
have performed this ritual I will be doing for the Duke. So whoever you
married, must have had connections with the Duke's family, but I think
it is far more likely your connections was with my own family since you
know so much about me and my father. Since you won't tell me, then
fine. Please don't lie to me, Jessica," Thomas said while Jessica now
fumed. "What are you here for?"
"I am here to help you, and explain about this wedding ritual you will
be doing. They call it the three nights of consummation."
"I know all about that ritual," Thomas said. "The previous men thought
it was such a horror and an injustice on their sex. I can understand but
the women forced into it had the same opinion. I spoke to one of those
men and helped him a lot. Did you go through it, Jessica?"
Jessica smirked evilly. "Yes I loved doing it for my ex-husband. It
was so fun." Jessica said dryly. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Thomas knew that it was no fun at all. She was most likely forced into
it. Seeing Jessica's beautifully fit body, her hair, and obvious
enhancements in certain areas. That narrowed down the possibilities who
her previous husband was in Thomas's mind. "It was the most demeaning
thing I was ever forced through and I had no say in it. I was in a
marriage like yours."
"You mean your family agreed to put you in a marriage against your will
and you were forced to marry a man?" Thomas said. Thomas now had very
strong suspicions, but he wanted final confirmation.
"Yes, he forced me to do a lot of things that I hated. He was very
demeaning and he never loved me," Jessica replied sadly.
That made no sense. Of course he never loved her. Love should have
never been expected in a situation like that. Things were not making
sense to Thomas. He decided to let it go, clarification would come
later. "You are now free. May I ask what happened to your husband,"
Inquired Thomas.
"He died," Jessica said. "As an answer to my prayer, I think. I am
free to determine the course of my own life once again."
Sudden realization hit Thomas but he did not let it show to her in any
way. He just smiled silently to himself. That statement pretty much
sealed it. Now he knew. "You mean your previous husband is dead?"
"Yes," She said, not really understanding where this was going.
"Your husband's death freed you to live your own life. Now you are here
to see that I am feminized and abused. You will enjoy that I am forced
into the humiliating ritual you had to do for your husband. You only
wished that I was more manly so it could be stripped from me." Thomas's
face wore a very brilliant smile as if a lightbulb just flashed in his
head and a hidden piece had just fallen into place. Of course, many
rich men died often. Her husband could still have been anyone, but the
fact she was here. The fact that she was so happy that he was being
feminized and abused by a man in the way she was, narrowed the
possibilities quite a bit. It left only one option for who her previous
husband was. It made him very sad that she was abused and molested.
All he could say was, "I am sorry for what happened to you, Jessica. No
one should be forced to marry someone they don't want to marry.
Everyone should always get a choice in who to marry. It is an atrocity
to take such a choice away and force it this way. I will see if there
is anything that I can do for you."
"Since you already know about the ritual, there's little point in
explaining it now. I can see by that dark spot around your neck, it
seems you two have already started. The Duke couldn't wait until
tonight." Jessica giggled a little.
Thomas looked down as he rubbed the dark spot on his neck. "Yeah he
gave me one of these already. We started."
"So what did you two do," she asked.
Thomas hesitated a little, this was embarrassing. She really wanted to
know. "He forced me to give him a blowjob on the way to the reception.
He stopped the car and pulled my hair. He forced me to give him a
blowjob like a woman. It was disgusting, then he sucked on my neck."
Jessica reached out and rubbed the dark spot on Thomas's neck, marveling
at it. She wore a brilliant triumphant smile on her face. It would
have been hot if the Duke was seriously doing this to another man. But
that was not really the case now. She didn't seriously think that the
Duke was going to go through with it when the Duke told her about his
plan. It wasn't that hot now.
She saw the humiliation swell up in thomas as he looked down and she saw
a tear threaten to fall from his eyes.
"It is difficult, I know," Jessica said seeing the tear run down
Thomas's face. "It was incredibly humiliating to me too. The first
night was the most traumatic. He will have sex with you three or four
times each night during the three nights period. This first day is just
the beginning. There's much more to it." Jessica said. She knew he
already knew. She almost regretted that Thomas would have to do this
now. He wasn't what she expected at all.
Thomas was distressed but he still know what to expect. He couldn't
believe what this young woman was put through. He felt so bad for her.
Now he would be doing it for his husband. He knew he would have to keep
himself composed and in control over his emotions. He couldn't let the
people see how humiliating and distressing it was for him. "I am just
very sorry for what happened to you." Thomas said sadly.
Jessica saw that Thomas was far more distressed for what happened to her
than himself. "It was rough and destroyed my life. And so many men
think this should only be done to women. That it should not be done to
them. I was looking forward to seeing it happen to you when I thought
you were a sexist man like Craig. I would have relished seeing the mans
son be demeaned like this. I am not so sure now."
Thomas inquired, "Do you think it is acceptable to treat a man that
way?"
"Its just hotter," Jessica said with a smirk. "It shows men that they
are not any better than women and they can be subjected to the same
things we endure for our men. And that they can be a wife. Especially
for sexist men that think we should love it."
He looked at Jessica and said, "It could make a man even more vicious
and sexist, Jessica," Thomas pointed out. "I know a man that went
through it at the hands of a powerful and sadistic Baron a few years
ago. He isn't as sexist as he was. But he is full of rage, and anger.
He is very vicious now. That man is cruel to those who are abusive. My
point is that this should never happen to anyone."
She clearly thought it would be very interesting to see what happened to
that man that Thomas was talking about.
Thomas looked at her, "And I assume that this will not be the only time
I see you."
She smiled warmly, "Of course not. I will see you a lot during the
Three Nights of Consummation. I have been consulted by the Duke to
assist you during this time. I am here to guide you through the
consummation process. I have been through it myself. I will be here to
help you after the consummation period."
"I am glad you are here to help me," Thomas said to her. Not that her
help was required. "I hope that I can help you, Jessica."
Then Thomas said, "Jessica, I can see what your ex-husband saw in you.
You are very beautiful. You have such large and lovely breasts. I only
wish you met a man who would treat you better. It's never right to
force a woman."
She looked down and whispered, "Thank you Isabella."
Thomas said, "I do see what your ex-husband saw in you. You are
stunningly beautiful and I am jealous of your beauty. I can only hope
that I can be as beautiful as you are, Jessica," Thomas smiled softly at
her. "I will try to make tonight go smoothly for my husband."
She was stunned. She turned to leave and added, "Try not to fight the
Duke tonight. It will be rough on you, degrading, and probably painful
if what I have heard about him is true. You will have to adapt to being
in the woman's role for sex with a husband. I know that you are really
a woman so it won't be a difficult transition for you to accept. I know
you have already gone through the ritual lubrication during the
preparation for the wedding. You were bent over in view of the
bridesmaids for Leanne to lubricate your anal cavity? Didn't you?"
"Yes," He hissed in anger. "I don't know why she had to do it that way
with the women giggling."
"It is one of the wedding rituals. The lubrication is a major part of
the ritual. It is especially so in arranged marriages. They use
massive amounts of lube to insure you are well lubricated for the
intense sex on the wedding night. It was realized that it was better to
do this to the women, because she is usually afraid. She is afraid and
usually does not know the man. The unfamiliarity and fear prevents her
body from functioning naturally during sex. It will prevent her from
secreting the natural lubrication through the vagina. That only happens
if she becomes aroused. It can be done against her will, but most men
aren't willing to or knowledgeable about how a woman's body works. He
will simply want to get straight to the penetration. He won't want to
play with her first, kissing, soft caresses to put her at ease, or
massage her vagina or licking to get her aroused. So we developed this
ritual and the bridesmaids help and watch as her vagina and anus are
lubricated. You just experienced it. We know your body won't naturally
lubricate no matter how aroused you are. I suspect you will feel just
like those women felt, hence, the lubrication ritual." She giggled to
herself.
"Yeah, the women watched and giggled. I understand it was the wedding
ritual when she asked me if I wanted to be lubricated. The bridesmaids
squealed and laughed. I was so humiliated," he looked down ashamed. I
just don't know why it has to be made so humiliating. I can imagine the
humiliation a man feels enduring that. The man I spoke to said it was
extremely demeaning. I understood. "She was insistent, demanded
humiliating answers in front of everyone. She asked if I received my
enema before she did the lubrication. She enjoyed it so much. I hate
Leanne."
Jessica nodded in acknowledgment. "I have heard that Leanne is cold and
very cruel. I was told that she cares nothing for the men she turns
into wives. But I know that you really aren't a man at all," Jessica
said. "I will be here to help you tomorrow and we will discuss your
part in it. You will have sex with your husband tonight. You will be
restrained to assure you fulfill your obligations and that and he can do
his part with as little resistance as possible from you. That will
formally consummate the marriage. He will formally be your husband.
That act will lock you to him in marriage.
"I understand. I just wish I didn't have to be restrained. I will do
my part now that I know." Thomas told her.
"Maybe you can talk her out of it if you are willing to cooperate with
your husband tonight, but I doubt she will give in no matter what you
promise. She loves her power and wont yield it to anyone. I will be
here tomorrow, Isabella. Have a beautiful night with your new husband."
He watched Jessica walk away showing off her gorgeous ass. It had
little affect on Thomas as he was not interested in her at all. Thomas
knew this night was going to be very painful. The Duke had that
enormous penis in his mouth and it stretched his jaw to its limit. It
was over two inches in diameter. Sex was going to be painful.
He was left alone for a few minutes which he assumed Jessica was talking
to Leanne. Thomas began examining the styling chair in the center of
the room. He picked up one of the leather arm straps and ran his hand
over them. He hooked the buckles and pulled and felt them. He knew that
he would not be subjected to that. He had Leanne under his control and
she wouldn't dare do that to him. But Thomas imagined the past men who
totally lost control over their lives, Like Martin, who did suffer being
put in the chair and restrained helplessly. Men she had totally under
her control, to suffer torment and desperation at her hands. It angered
Thomas so much that there was such heartless and cruel people in this
world.
Then his memories flashed back to when he was captured and inprisoned.
His memories went back to what he suffered at their hands. They would
restrain him and take their time cutting layers of flesh off of his arm
and chest. They would cut him just to inflict pain. It was incredably
painful and then the electrocution they inflicted on him. They attached
bare copper wires to him and run electricity into his body. He woujld
fighten up and shake as the current ran through him. But perhaps the
most painful was breaking and shattering his bones. They would shatter
his arm, let it heal and then re-break it over and over. They tried to
get information on his sister and her military forces, and tried to turn
him against her. He suffered months of torture, but he refused to break
and he gave them nothing. He was rescued and went through more months of
recovery. Then he returned to service and killed them all slowly. He
endured that during the war, what hope did Leanne think she ever have of
breaking him. Leanne was a joke to him. But she was not a joke to many
men who were unprepared for what she was going to inflict on them.
Thomas was justice for those men. And one of those men who had totally
reformed his life for them, was Thomas's close friend. He was still full
of rage. He joined their military and dedicated himself to justice for
all of those, including himself, that suffered.
Leanne had come back while Thomas was sitting in the chair, flashing
through memories of what he suffered in the camp. Thomas had the arm
strap in between his fingers, examining it closely. Leanne walked
behind him, she assumed he was so focused on the chair he didn't hear
her. She was about to announce her presence when he said, without
looking back, "It is nice to see you again, Ms. Sterling." He said in a
chillingly calm voice, turning his head to acknowledged her. "I had a
nice conversation with Jessica. You were not going to tell me, were
you?"
Leanne looked down at the man sitting calmly in the chair. "What, Mrs.
Cordoba?"
Thomas laughed, "About Jessica. You had no intention of telling me
about her?"
"I don't know her. The Duke knows her and she came to help you. That's
all I know Ma'am," Leanne said.
"And you are a liar!" Thomas said in a tone of ice. She stepped back
and Thomas saw her anger. "You had no intention of telling me that my
Step father was her previous husband! She was married to my father, he
abused her. That is the only thing that makes sense. I will find out
how she is connected with the Duke. How that happened? And how you two
know each other, but don't for a second think I will believe you two do
not know each other. You and Jessica got together and planned this out
on me. And you were not going to tell me."
Leanne was stunned into silence as she cursed herself. She knew that
Thomas was very intelligent and that he had the ability to rapidly piece
together information. Thomas had to be, to become a princess and do what
she did in Castile. Underestimating her would be a mistake. "It isn't my
job to tell you these things Ma'am. My job is to dress you for your
husband's fetishes," Leanne replied. Then she admitted, "But now, I do
not know what my job is. You obviously have control here and its just a
matter of time until everyone else realizes it."
He smirked, "Of course. You better not tell Jessica that I know. That
isn't your job either."
"Yes, I will not tell Jessica," Leanne agreed. It seemed she had no
problem keeping things away from Jessica, but Jessica wasn't part of her
job. Thomas knew he could trust her to keep this away from Jessica,
since Leanne didn't give a rat's ass about what Jessica knew. And Leanne
was afraid of her now.
Thomas asked, "Excuse me Leanne. Why didn't you moisturize my face
before you applied the foundation?"
"Excuse me, Mrs. Cordoba?" Leanne looked confused at his question.
"Well, I know many women apply a moisturizer to their face before the
foundation so it has a smooth surface. Why didn't you do that? I
figured my face would be dry after having that on all day. Not a very
good surface for a foundation."
Now Leanne had a deeper suspicion. How would a guy know about this? He
knew more than most guys did about makeup. "I don't think you need a
moisturizer. Your skin is smooth enough. We will do it tomorrow
morning."
This was going to be the difficult part. Leanne was under his power and
control now. She was obviously very afraid of him. But she had a job to
do and had to do it, or there would be trouble. Leanne needed to proceed
as if she were still in charge and following the Dukes directions.
Thomas said," I need you to listen to me."
Leanne turned and looked at Thomas in fear. She simply waited for him to
tell her what she needed to listen to.
"I understand now you want to live, and you are letting me control our
interaction. Very much unlike your relationship with Martin or John, Or
victor. How ever, things must still have the appearance as if you are in
charge and have me under your control. At least until I am ready. So you
must proceed tonight as if you are in charge. And prepare me as the Duke
instructed for our first wedding night. I assume I am ready to be put in
the Dukes bedroom for his pleasure tonight. I am ready for what ever is
to come."
Leanne understood and she went to the door and called out to the men,
"We are ready."
Suddenly, the two men appeared and seized Thomas by his arms. Thomas
simply accepted it as they forced him out the door. He didn't struggle
as they led him out of the room. He knew that this was how many other
men were treated during this night and they probably were totally
gripped with fear knowing what they were being led to. Thomas was
engulfed with anger thinking about that. Unlike him, those men were
unprepared for it and knew they were going to be sexually violated, and
was helpless to do a thing about it.
He turned and gave leanne the most hate filled look. She shivered as
Thomas said in a very icy cruel tone, "Leanne, you will pay for what you
did. I assure you of that."
Leanne did not understand his anger at all. He told her to proceed as if
things were normal and he was willing to accept it. Why was he so angry
at her now?
Thomas passively allowed the men to take him to the door to the Dukes
bedroom. He knew they had a job to do. The men as they lifted Thomas up
and carried him into the bedroom.
They put Thomas on the end of the bed as Thomas was restrained while the
other man who drove him here attached padded wrist cuffs to the bedrails
securing him in position at the end of the bed. Then attached ankle
cuffs to the bottom of the bedposts, to each of his ankles. He was
pretty much immobile. Not going anywhere. He could kneel up and down,
but he was secured in the perfect position for sex with his husband.
Leanne examined his hair and legs and noticed they were all right.
He glared at Leanne with the most venomous look, "So this is how those
men were secured and prepared. Men like Martin and they obviously
fought. They did not want a man having sex with them. It was rape.
Leanne, you will pay for the suffering and pain you subjected them to.
Their vengeance is coming." Thomas flashed a cruel smile at her.
So that's why he was so angry, Leanne didn't understand it at all, until
now.
Thomas said, "Martin is my friend. I have helped him recover."
Leanne just walked out with her mind full of fear now. But she really
was afraid now. She saw that look of extreme hatred and she knew he was
serious. She knew that this was not an idle threat at all. Thomas was
the Princess of Castile, his sister was a mighty empress. She knew why
this was being done and she was helpless to prevent it at all. She had
to play a vital part in the process. Thomas would be able to seek
revenge on her. It was not unreasonable that he could destroy her
entire life. But she had no choice here. This was what the Duke
demanded and she had to do it. But she was resolved to get out of here
as quickly as possible. This was not a job she wanted to do with Thomas
anymore. She knew with Thomas's intellect, his will, and his cunning
that, Thomas as a woman, and a princess.
Emilio Mendoza had been bent over on the bed biting a pillow for almost
an hour how as his pretty husband wearing a blue silk nighty and a
padded bra had mounted him, and driving in and out of Emilios ass as
hard as he could. Emilio could do nothing, but bite the pillow and cry.
His long red fingernails gripped the blankets as he bit the pillow. His
Husband dressed as a woman, the Major Rafael Velasquez seemed no where
near done mounting and violently fucking his ass. Emilio sobbed as he
remained bent over with the vile Major behind him driving in and out as
hard as possible.
He had been stuck in this cruel marriage for two months with this man he
had not met before, this man was very dominant transvestite. The
physical pain of being penetrated by this mans nine to ten inch cock has
ceased. It used to hurt and make him so sore the next day. But his ass
had got used to the cruel violation by such a pretty man. But the
emotional toll and the mental agony of being forcefully penetrated and
violated never got easier. He was a very straight dominant man who was
used to sex with women. He was disgusted by sexual contact with other
men, especially being forced to be the submissive receptive parter. But
he had been sold into this marriage and he wondered what caused his
family to agree to sell him into this arrangement with the Major. Emilio
could only guess that they were protecting their children and wanted
their young kids to remain living. That would be a good motivation to
agree to sign the forms condemning him to this cruel life.
And Emilio used to be one of the three very powerful Dukes in a
neighboring country. He was beloved by his people and had almost endless
wealth and power, and now he was signed into an helpless in this
unwanted marriage with a cruel heartless man. He had been being drilled
for almost an hour and the mental agony of this was getting to be
overwhelming and he cried out, "Major, Please Stop this. Please this is
enough." He finally broke down n tears.
"Shut up Emily," The Major growled. "I thought you liked pretty looking
transvestites. You married one, didn't you, you faggot. You earned this
land you know you deserve this life after what you did. You deserve to
suffer, you sadistic pig so take it all." And the Major drove all the
way in slapping his pelvis against Emilio's ass and pulling almost all
the way out and slamming into him again. Humiliating and demoralizing
sounds and grunts were coming from Emilio's mouth as he was being even
more violently fucked and it was slamming the bed against the wall.
Finally, after nearly an hour and a half, the Major drove in deep into
Emilio and had a very satisfying orgasm inside of the other demoralized
man and pulled out. It was massive and the ejaculation went in deep and
spread its warm sickening feeling inside of Emilio. It was a disgusting
experience for a straight man and he covered his face and sobbed.
Emilio rolled over and cried helpless as the Major just smiled. He
rolled Emilio over and looked deep into his eyes and kissed Emilio. He
forcefully kissed Emilio and drove his tongue deep into Emilio's mouth.
He squealed and cried at the violation.
He started remembering how he ended up in this cruel marriage with this
pretty man who was also a powerful major. He was married before this,
with another young male transvestite. But it was not a typical marriage
at all. That young man was pretty and lived his life 24 hours a day
dressed as a woman and acted as a woman. But Emilio could tell that that
young man was not happy with the marriage at all. He was having a hot
night of hard sex with his young male transvestite wife and then the
young man got very angry and they had a vicious argument when the man
said he was cheating on Emilio with another man. And he said he didn't
love Emilio at all and accused him of being cruel and brutal to him
during sex.
He went to sleep as the other man began crying and eventually fell
asleep himself. Somehow he had went into a very deep sleep because he he
woke up to see some other people in his bedroom. He saw some fearsome
looking women in black uniforms surrounding his bed with his wife
smiling in triumph.
The women seized him and one of them said, "your hell is about to begin,
Duke," and then he felt a sharp needle plunge into his arm and Emilio
feel asleep. He woke up later and was taken out of a plane. His spirits
fell as he looked up and saw the black flags waving over the airport. He
was in Castile and he saw more of those military women escorting him,
and the Empress's imperial guards. The Empress was there and approached
him and told him he was never going to leave Castile. His people thought
he was dead, and they were planing his funeral. He was dead to his
coutnry. His family knew he was alive but they knew not to talk about
it. They signed him into a marriage with a man. Then the Empress told
the soldiers to take him to his wedding.
A group of soldiers, both male and female stood off watching a small
cargo plane fly overhead. They stood off from a small makeshift building
that was obvious the target.
One of the soldiers asked, "What is going on?"
Another shrugged, "it's what we tend to call our weekly dose of total
insanity. Just watch. Its crazy but it is entertaining. Watch the
Major."
They saw a group of solders leap off the back of the plane and plunge
down. The first one to leap out, went head first and plunged down faster
than any of the others. He kept going down faster and faster.
The first solder to ask, asked again, "Shouldn't she pull her parachute
now, shes going to fast?"
The rest of the squad had pulled their parachute cords, but the leader
kept plunging down. They became alarmed. She was about a hundred feet
past the line which she should have pulled the cord.
"Is she insane, what is that girl doing," One of the solders asked in
alarm.
"This is what we call our weekly dose of insanity. Some use a more
American phrase, our dose of batshit crazy. But this squad is the elite,
they know what they are doing. Just watch them."
One of the men in the back mentioned, "I heard that woman is really a
man."
Another shook his head, "No way. I saw Natalia. She is no man at all.
There is simply no way and you know men can are not allowed to become
officers. No man is allowed in the Shadow Corps. at all. Major Natalia
is no man."
Another officer stepped up and commanded, "Silence. We will have no
rumors about our officers."
They watched the leader finally pull her cord at the very last second
and her parachute opened up.
"That looks too late, there's no way there's enough room to slow her
down for a safe landing now," Said one of the men watching.
They watched her finally descend and land into a quick shoulder roll and
popped up with her rifle ready and ran into the building as the rest of
her squad descended and secured the area.
They heard shooting in the building as she ran through shooting the
targets. She finally exited out the other side in less than thirty
seconds.
A higher ranked officer entered the building the examine the results. He
came out with two of the targets.
One of the larger ones had a bullet hole inches away from a large X. The
officer told the paratrooper, "You missed the X on this one, and you
shot this little girl." The officer held another target outline of a
small child. "You killed one of the hostages, Major Hastings."
"I am sorry for that, that little one was behind the target. I could not
avoid it. I doubt it would go though real bodies."
The higher ranked officer shook her head and said to the Major, "The
rounds you like to use, they certainly would. You and your squad, try
the exercise again."
One of the men watching was amazed. "So they don't only have to shoot
the targets, they must shoot specific areas of the targets on the large
X, and there are ones they can not shoot?"
"They are training for hostage rescue. We are all training for the
invasion of Aragon."
Major Natalia Hastings was standing in her bedroom hours later after a
long shower. It had been a hard day of heavy training with her squad.
She washed the sweat and grime off of her body from training and
exercises with her soldiers she also trained.
And she stood there wearing her formal officers dress uniform. She
examined her body and ran her hands down her upper body and stoped at
her large breasts. They weren't bad now. But, Natalia remembered being
threatened by being forced to get breasts. Such a threat was frightening
to her. She had a woman's form now, but it was a frightening thing years
ago. She had been forced into the roll of a woman, for a horribly sick
deviant man and it was demeaning.
But now, this did not bother her at all. This gave her intense pride.
But this life isn't to give pleasure to a vile man. Being a woman now
wasn't demeaning at all. It gave her the respect and ability to pursue a
career in an elite military force. And it gave her the chance for
revenge against those who tried to destroy her entire life. Even now,
three years later, she was filled with a rage she could barely control.
She had destroyed those who did this to her. The Vargos family was
totally destroyed, from their children to the parents. She only let the
grand parents live to know their line was destroyed. They would have no
heirs and no legacy left. Their family was destroyed. That gave Natalia
immense pleasure. And now she was going to see the man who destroyed
Martins very life. She went out and headed toward the Toledos forced
labor camp.
She went out and headed toward the Camp. Her rank let her through the
front gate house and passed the security forces and into the interior of
the labor camp. She was let into the front guard house and showed her
rank to the officers.
They asked, "What are you here for?"
"I want to see prisoner 0326a1. You know him, he was a cruel Baron from
Aragon. His name was Anthony."
The officer nodded, "Oh him, Vargos. Sure, hes about to head into the
mines. I will get him for you, Ma'am"
She simply sat and waited. This was going to be very fun.
About ten minutes later, they were pulling a large man in the room. The
mans wearing heavy iron shackled and his arms and legs were tightly
cuffed. It was clear he suffered numerous beatings. He was not the
mighty man she had met before. This was a totally defeated man. He was
now a slave.
The man looked up through his defeated hallow eyes and bruised face in
fear. He clearly did not know what to expect.
Natalia figured this man would not recognize her. She said, "You forced
me to become your sex slave. You forced me to become your submissive
woman, I lived in fear of you for over a year as you continuously abused
and raped me every time you desired. I was helpless, in fear and
suffering under your cruelity. So, you wanted me to become a woman. Now
look at me, I have become a woman. How do you like me now, Baron?"
He looked into Natalias eyes in fear. "Is that really you, Martin," the
man asked. "How is this possible. You hated being a woman and now you
are here as a woman in front of me, it would be humorous, but theres
nothing funny about this now. You have become a horrible and cruel
woman."
Natalia laughed a bitter hateful laugh. "The cruel slave master that
destroyed my life, calls anyone else cruel. I am what you made me,
Anthony. This may not be what you intended. You wanted a submissive
woman to beat and abuse. But, look at me now. You are the slave and you
will never be free again. I have destroyed you."
"I remember when you met me shortly after I was captured and put here,"
The beaten man said. "And you said what I did was far out of porportion
to what you did. I admit I was very angry at what you did to my sister
that night. But I admit my reaction was too extreme. You just got a
little forceful on her, but you didnt hurt her at all. She barely
remembers it. What I did in my anger was extreme. But, your reaction to
that was so far out of porportion to what I did. You destroyed my entire
family. Every one of them over what I did. You killed them, including
the children."
Natalia laughed bitterly again. "So the cruel slave master does not like
the slaves reaction to being enslaved, beaten and raped. And he dare
calls anyone elses reaction extreme, after enslaving someone and abusing
them for a year. Huh. After what you did to me, nothing is too extreme
of a reaction and you have no right to object to any of the results of
what you did. What you did was a horror, an atrocity. You and your
family became a bunch of cruel slavers and rapists."
"My sister, and her children did nothing to you," The man pointed out.
"But you murdered her children in front of her eyes and condemned my
sister to a slow painful death after you poisoned her. She can not have
any more children, she watched you execute her children and she is
slowly dying after what you did to her."
Natalia smiled, "I injected her with a rapidly progressing cancer in her
stomach. There's no treatment for it. She will die a painful death. She
has you to thank for it. I could not allow a slavers family to abuse or
rape anyone else in the future. I had to kill all of the monsters. I
could not allow your family legacy of cruelty and rape to continue,
Anthony. Your family will never hurt anyone again."
Anthony knew that any further discussion with this woman was useless.
She was totally convinced what she did was right. "So what have you come
here for, Martin?"
"I am here to tell you that our final revenge is about to take place.
Our holy mission of reconquista is about to take place. Your homeland
has made a dier mistake. They have kidnapped and captured the Empress's
sister Alejandra." Natalia laughed. "And you and I both know there will
be a very violent and unpleasant response to that. The full military
forces of Castile are about to come to bear against Aragon. Massive
military forces have been mobilized. I have had my personal revenge, but
your country is about to pay for its cruelty."
The man let out a bitter laugh, "You talk about cruelty. I see your
uniform, Martin. The Shadow Corps whose brutality rivals the Waffan SS.
And you, who invaded my home once you were freed and personally executed
everyone from the guards who held you, to members of my family. My
sister, her young children, and you talk about cruelty. You are the
monster and you serve monsters."
"This is your creation. You wanted me to become a woman. So I am a
woman. You caused all of this with your cruelty. Some times, the slaves
strike back at their slave masters and its rarely pretty. You enslaved
and raped me for over a year. was a straight man. Well, I am now a
woman, as you can see. Do you think I am sexy now, do you like me as a
woman," Natalia asked in a cruel venomous tone.
"No, Not at all," He replied.
"Well this is what you get. You will all get what you deserve. You
wanted a me to become a woman so I am a woman. You only have yourself to
blame for your family's fate. So give yourself a hand. You deserve it."
Then Natalia called out, "Guards, why is this man shackled? There is no
reason to shackle him for me."
The guard came in with a set of keys. "So he does not attack you,"
Replied the large guard. "It's for your safety."
"There is no danger," Natalia said. "Unshackle him. I actually hope this
moron is stupid enough to try to attack me. Lets see if he dares tries?"
That was an order and the guard removed the mans shackles and irons and
left the room.
Natalya just stood there waiting. "Come on, Anthony. You were so
confident before in attacking me and forcing sex on me night after
night, riding my face, doing the most grotesque things to me. You and
your guards, Don't tell me you are afraid of your woman now, What are
you, a coward?"
"I have been beaten, tortured, abused, and I have also been raped. But,
I know the training you women go through and even if I could overpower
and hurt you, I know I would pay dearly for it. I am beaten every night
for not making my quota, you have no idea, Martin. My quota is so high
that I can no longer make it, and its added to the next day which
results in another beating."
Natalia laughed, "I am the one that set your quota so high, Anthony. I
know eventually you will be beaten to death."
"I bet you were also behind having me castrated," Anthony accused.
"Right? Other men aren't castrated."
Natalia smiled, "They know you are a rapist and you are treated as a
rapist. I made sure the most sexually aggressive guards and inmates are
assigned to your section. Yes, those were my requests. Seeing you like
this makes me happy. Now you know how you made me feel."
"I am not stupid enough to try to attack you," Anthony said as he just
stood there.
Natalia just shrugged, "Fine, just stand there." Then she approached
Anthony and struck him in the midsection. He gasp and nearly collapsed
from the force of her strike. Then she swept his legs from under him and
he fell hard. She stamped on his knee and heard a loud crack. Then she
started kicking his ribs in and hit him on the jaw. Natalia was just
ruthlessly beating the helpless man.
She continued beating him on the ribs, the joints and some times
slamming his face. He was nearly bloody by the end and she called in the
guards to secure the prisoner and hold his arm out across the table as
Natalia picked up a large knife.
Anthony cried, "No please, don't do this Martin. I was never that cruel
to you."
Natalia lifted the large blade over Anthony's wrist and said, "No of
course you weren't that cruel. You just enslaved me, destroyed my entire
life and raped me every night for a year. That's all you did to me,
right, you rapist?"
Then she brought down the knife over his wrist. His hand was completely
severed from his wrist and he cried out in pain, and passed out. Blood
was pouring from his severed arm and all over the table."
Natalia brought in the doctors to make sure Anthony didnt bleed to
death. She commanded, "Hes no good for work anymore. So use him for sex
and make him dress as a woman for you all. Make him experience what he
did to me every night. Maybe one of the men wants to make him the wife."
Natalia left the labor camp very pleased.