Chapter 16

Agnes could see that Beryl had really relished the hanging, her face still sporting a sordid and inquisitive smile, as after the wretches had twirled for a good twenty minutes, she watched keenly as the mechanism was released and the three spent corpses were slowly lowered to slump upon the woodwork their feet had eagerly sought, before succumbing to the delicious masochism that had seen them spend in defeat before death. The other women had long lost interest, and fidgeted as they expressed their yearnings for the main event. Agnes beckoned her over as the maids casually removed the nooses and dragged their spent corpses to the waiting cart, indifferent, as though spending a routine days work at a slaughter house. The bold executrix could feel the tart pleasure in Beryl as she sneered with sexual satisfaction at the limp males, still thrilled though they were now beyond the humiliation that her look offered them. She squeezed the novice woman’s arm.

“Just look at the pleasure on their faces ... see how they found utter sexual contentment in meeting their deaths at the hand of womanhood.” Beryl looked down at the three faces, each showing the serene satisfaction of having experienced the blissful epitome of masochism, having her lick her lips.

“Ohhhh, they look so content ... and I can’t wait to see the show offered by the truly deserving three.” Agnes admired her appetite for it, and pulled her toward the seat of the cart.

“Come ... would you like to see their masks taken? Time is of the essence, we may only have but two hours before rigor mortis takes hold, and that may distort the contentment on their faces.” Beryl eagerly mounted the seat of the cart with her, and the two maids pushed lifeless legs to one side, as they sat on the rear of the cart, and the horse moved on with a flick of Agnes’s whip. Julia, Ella, and the others, wandered back to the Hall across the velvety grass, tea was in order after a fulfilling day.

Hope grinned with sadistic satisfaction, as the freshly whipped three now suffered the indignity of being made chaste with the crude metallic devices; the tight spouts ensuring the lust to erect fully was kept sweetly stimulated, the maids who assisted with the fittings, laughing with spiteful satisfaction as the three bucked and fidgeted in trying to come to terms with them; a liberal coating of olive oil assured that their cocks and balls new the full benefit of the squirming confinement of their masculinity. Beatrice glowed with a satisfaction that increased with every moment, on standing proudly over the tearful males with the whip which had shown them just who ruled Darkington Hall now, and the fitting of the cold metal chastity devices did anything but soothe the sting of the raised welts on their backs and buttocks. The oiling of their balls and the fitting of the spouted devices with spiteful eagerness by maids who’d once known their authority, added a lusty humiliation to their deserved plight; Beatrice joining in the mocking laughter of the maids as the three squirmed their oiled cocks to know the tight restrictions of the almost comical looking devices.

That sight of the gallows on which they’d be shown, would not leave the minds of the men, as each moment away from the attentions of the whip, had their thoughts focusing hard on it as the cold realisation of their fate etched itself cruelly on those minds. Beatrice’s dominant arousal would ensure they were teased with that focus at every opportunity, and now was a perfect one, as the derision of the maids at their enforced chastity, cut them as sweetly as the whip.

“There! You’ll not have the pleasure of spending again till your dance on the rope allows it ... and spend there you will, most gratifyingly.” The three cowered as she passed the whip to one of the more than eager maids; their humiliation in pain was shortly to continue in earnest.

Hope had another more practical task in hand, and had the maids force open each mouth in turn, she then peering in to study their teeth, and noting any obvious peculiarities, before descending the stairs to meet the cart, Beatrice going with her and wearing a serene smile as the sound of fresh application of the whip echoed behind them. Beatrice was keen to know the successes of her gallows from Agnes, and get a rich gratification in seeing the faces of the three wretches who’d travelled with her so eagerly to their deaths, having been served the pleasure of it. Both

She and Hope were also taken by the sordidly keen interest that the novice Beryl showed, as the three were laid out on tables in preparation for masking. Hope giving her wide eyed gape a knowing grin as she moved to a bag, close to where one of the seasoned Arachne maids was mixing plaster. She took a large pair of surgical pliers from it, and lay them on the note she’d made, next the corpse on the middle table, and grinned at Beryl.

“Two of the males upstairs have missing teeth, they’ll need be extracted from our stand-ins...” She stroked the hair of the hanged wretch softly.

“Of course, our now deceased lovelies all had good teeth, that was one element in their selection ... it’ll be such a shame to spoil them after the masking has been done.” Beatrice swooned over the serenity of the faces, a dark arousal building as she toyed spitefully with the nearest one’s now cold and flaccid cock, slipping her finger across the evidence of his lusty final expenditure as she smiled at Beryl; Agnes busying herself in carefully greasing the face of the first one in haste.

“ ... and did they show their pleasure well, as they danced for you Miss Frobisher?” Beryl moved toward the central male, and brought gasps of unexpected delight from the other women, as she took that one’s flaccid cock in her fingers, and feigned masturbation of the slippery member.

“Oh yes ... yes ... they all came magnificently in the ecstasy of being hanged.” Beatrice teased her with what was patently obvious.

“ ... so you’d welcome a repeat performance, I take it?” Beryl sneered as she squeezed her fingers up the flaccid cock, and had the bell give up the last blob of semen within it, her dark humour coming to the fore.

“Why yes, of course Madam Belvedere ... but I feel we won’t see it from these three gentlemen.”

Agnes affirmed the perfection of the gallows’ quality to Beatrice, and Beryl watched with a keen interest as thin and heavily plastered bandages consumed the serene gazes of the contented corpses; the application carried out expertly by the stern woman and her maids, the three domes of pure white plaster, adding a curious footnote to the pleasure they’d enjoyed, and one which would capture it for eternity. Agnes sighed with relief as she viewed the clock on the wall.

“There! it’ll take a while for the plaster to set, but we’ll have their bliss in perpetuity now ... once the cast hardens, it’ll be taken off, and’ll show every little feature perfectly ... the casts can then be filled at leisure, and their faces readied to hang in pride with my collection ... with the very special pleasure to come, they’ll have a place of note on my wall ... all nine of them.” Beryl gasped, thrilled there’d be six more, but puzzled.

“Nine?” Hope interjected, with tart enthusiasm while Agnes just smiled contentedly.

“You didn’t think Woodge, Cripps, and Barnham would be allowed to continue a life of tortured pleasure, after giving up their evidence did you? ... oh yes, there’s to be six more spurts of semen to the gallows platform ... everyone involved is to realise the ecstasy of the ultimate masochism.”

When the first three of nine masks were removed, the three hapless wretches were dressed in finery, compliments of the next three candidates for the noose, and their dressed bodies decked out with personal artefacts belonging to the three; engraved fob watches, initialled cufflinks and the like, after Hope had indulged her crude introduction to dentistry upon two of them. When the time for cremation within the stable house had been and gone, those few items which marked identity, would be all that remained to sway the belief of the authorities, that the three heirs had been extinguished while in a state of unconsciousness, following an evening of drunken gambling.

As the bright sunshine had the gallows cast an eerie shadow across the greenery on the glorious day, within the lower reaches of the Hall, the three males now simply known as One, Two, and Three, were blissfully unaware of it, as they were all sense of time. They were made patently aware the day of punishment had arrived though, as they felt the relief of the weights being removed from their scrotums, and the shackles undone. The bulbous mature woman who’d taken such pleasure in milking them, let their eager cocks yearn for that pleasure today, and with the aid of the whip that had seen their flesh scored after milkings, she and two other maids encouraging them with it as they got them accustomed to walking on all fours again, their limbs weakened through lack of use in confinement.

A special treat was awarded them on this special day; the maids taking great pleasure in slopping the luke-warm gruel which they were normally force-fed, into the semen encrusted bowls they’d shot their mess into on prior days, and having them lap out the contents like dogs - their obedience in doing so, assured by the whip amid cynical laughter. As the hordes of excited women filtered out from the Hall to populate the greenery about the gallows, Hope, dressed in tight black silks which made the white skin of her face and her red hair radiant, attended to take her charge of them, anxious that they get a good view of the gallows, and the entire proceedings to the executions. Her cunt tingled at the thought this would be the penultimate time they viewed the gallows ... their next visit after making statements, would have them enjoy more than just its view from beyond the platform. She arrived in time to see the three hooded heads relieved temporarily of their gags, and lapping up the mixed savouries in their bowls.

“I see they’re being awarded extra protein this morning ... well done ladies, I’m sure they appreciate it.” A grinning maid now attended each, kneeling, and holding the bowls up to each bewildered face, to ensure each was licked clean; the position allowing them to eye Hope in her dominant grandeur, and bringing their un-milked cocks up to a healthy arousal, showing the sneering Hope that their breaking to absolute submission had been achieved satisfactorily. The bowls licked clean, their gags were replaced, and their hoods rolled back down from under their noses, to encase their heads completely from the neck up.

Hope had the three maids lead males one, two, and three, out onto the great lawn, the redhead taking in the glorious pomp of femininity on show, as excited women fought to keep their composure over the delectable wickedness they were to experience, many wearing loose gowns more in keeping with the late Georgian and early Victorian era, adding a spicy authenticity to the staged but thrilling atmosphere of a public hanging. That authenticity did not stretch to the wearing of underwear of that period; none was worn at all, providing ease of masturbation when the arousing act of execution was to be witnessed - the composure they fought so hard to keep at the moment, made all the more difficult by the breeze wafting through the thin gowns to tease at the moistness of their cunts, making the task a pleasingly difficult one.

Indeed, the sight of the three hooded and leashed males led in the direction of the gallows, did nothing to aid that retention of their composure; the lewd smiles at the thoroughly erotic vision of naked males led in obedience to the instrument of death, had many women swooning and sighing with passionate smiles. Others, not yet so well informed as their feminine colleagues on the intrigue involving six males; one trio of mature women, similarity attired to her in black silks, questioning Hope with sordid enthusiasm, allowing her the pleasure of further torment of the three. The excitement of the pompous ginger woman who posed the question, was electric.

“Oh Madam ... are these the three to hang? “ Hope sneered down at the three curs, knowing that this would be their fate when their use was up, and that awarded her a special pleasure in her response.

“No Madam, these are three conspirators who abetted the three to hang, they’ll be treated to a grand view of what price masculinity must pay when in disobedience to femininity, they shan’t hang ... not today anyhow.” Her final few words had the three defeated males perking their cocks high, with the ominous sight of the gallows now in full view, and the disappointment in the faces of the trio of the women, on learning that they were not to dance on the rope for them, had them boning rigid; it emphasised their worthlessness in the eyes of women so wonderfully, and brought home a dark jealousy for the three males who’d know that prior enthusiasm in earnest. Hope bid the women good day with an air of nonchalance, as though out for a promenade in the park, and the three were led through the equally excited throngs of gathering women, to an elevated space to the rear of the platform.

Three stout tethering poles stood equidistant apart, in line with the three nooses on the platform before them, Hope thoroughly enjoying the sadistically erotic significance of their positioning, and knew the three males would be guessing ... and now hoping, on its possible significance too, as they were tethered by their leashes to the poles, and knelt with their half-erections on display, for the scornful ridicule of observing women, providing a lusty aperitif for the show to come.

Hope’s cunt swelled with arousal as mocking women had them show the the pleasure in submission they’d been taught, by erecting fully to the goading delight of womanhood. So defeated and conditioned to that dark pleasure of submission were they now, she was confident that they’d willingly play their part in the brief moment of physical freedom they were to be allowed, in imparting their concocted stories to the authorities and returning to enslavement, even if they were informed of their fate in experiencing the epitome of that pleasure upon the gallows on their return. It was a sweetly lusty thought indeed, but that pleasure would be savoured as per plan. Hope grinned with satisfaction on seeing the three maids engage inquisitive women with the details regarding their humiliation, furthering it as they cowered under tart and spiteful goading. She strutted back down the lawn, eager to capture every moment of the main event.

That sense of the erotic pomp and majesty of an eagerly awaiting crowd of dominant women, was to be enjoyed in no greater capacity than within Madam Beatrice Belvedere. She had awoken with a gasp, her cunt hot for the pleasures of the day, following a night of fitfully erotic dreaming, and grinned with a wholesome intensity at the grandiose bedroom which would be officially hers in a very short time, along with every other room and square inch of the grounds which was Darkington Hall in its entirety.

Two of the three males had been reluctant in their appetites for a final breakfast, Thomas, starry eyed with submissive awe at what was to come, devoured his, but Cedric and Cuthbert were coaxed into consuming their’s like disobedient children by the spitefully pleased maids, though nutrition was of no importance to them on that day. Taken for a final shit under the watchful eyes of the teasing maids, each had expelled the contents of their bowels with predictable ease, their constitutions giving way to their underlying thoughts as they perched on their porcelain thrones and were stroked with canes by the ever attendant women, eager to enjoy every last moment of their humiliation. After being washed down in a tin bath and dried, the three then had their anuses greased with petroleum jelly, in preparation for a further humiliating treat to be served upon them.

Thomas’s obedience at the breakfast table, did not spare him from the final judicial whipping served on them with sadistic enthusiasm by Beatrice, in warming them to the delicious spectacle they faced. As they cowered and sobbed under the enduring sting left by her whip, what remained of any spirit they had left, generated a lush foreboding as they were dressed in the waist length white silk shrouds which would illuminate their penitence on the journey to the gallows. After they were gagged to cease their whimpering and ensure no begging for mercy was heard, The crude anti-masturbation devices were removed, and Beatrice grinned contentedly as the release of their masculine apparel brought home to them, the fact that their deaths on the rope were imminent, engendering various states of masochistic erections, Thomas’s boning rigid in the sweet submission to his fate. A serenely smiling maid approached her with a box, and Beatrice took three broad and shining silver butt plugs from it.

“We’ll soon have all three showing their full appreciation of what’s to come ... they’ll salute the ecstasy of their punishment, whether yearning for it or not.” A buxom maid held Cedric’s head down with his arse high in presentation, and it was Beatrice’s pleasure in performing the deed herself, her grin a half grimace as the resistance to anal invasion was not greeted by any relaxation of his tight pucker. She gasped with satisfaction and Cedric groaned in a curious blend of discomfort and sexual excitement, as the broad plug slipped in to have his anus stretched sweetly by its girth, his outer rim closing on the thinner girth behind the flat stopper.

Cedric’s mind began to rue the chauvinism and bigotry that had led him to know a cruel death on the rope, as he experienced the cold buggery which had the maids sniggering with amusement, but resigned himself to the fact that it was too late for that now, as the invading warmed and pressed against his prostate, bringing his cock up hard as that resignation had him warm to the darkly masochistic pleasure that the stretching of his anus awarded him; held locked in a position his senses were only accustomed to when in mid defecation, his cock boned in earnest at the humiliating sense of fear and the perverse pleasure of it being placed there by the woman who’d hang him.

Cuthbert suffered similar thoughts as his body suffered the same indignation, only to feel his cock bone in honour of it, and Thomas received Beatrice’s sneering contempt from an alternative direction, on his anus dilating in servile obedience to the fitting. Beatrice’s satisfaction grew on watching the three squirm their buttocks back and forth in coming to terms with their parting gifts, extolling the virtues of them.

“Feel how your new gifts enhance your submission to womanhood. They’ll have you know the full benefit of their comfort as you make your journey to the gallows, and’’ll keep you in keen excitement when you test the pleasure of the rope...” She laughed callously as the squirming males quivered all the more on being leashed, having them know that journey was about to begin.

“ ... They’ll also serve to save you from the disgrace of emptying your bowels as you’re displayed on high ... the women will demand just the one emission in disgrace from your wasted bodies, and the plugs will have you meet that demand to ecstatic satisfaction.” She flicked the whip as the maids tensioned the leashes, and all three cowered in anticipation as another maid swung the door open, Beatrice motioning to it with a broad smile.

“Come ... it’s time for you to hang.” The three were treated to an instant and overwhelming shock, as to the level of passion expressed by womanhood in seeing them grace the gallows was expressed by tumultuous applause as they entered the corridor. All three would have blushed pink, had the circumstances been such that applause had been aimed at them with regard to some aspect of virtue, but this was not the case; the plaudits were aimed firmly at the Mistress who had made such an erotically appealing situation possible, the clamour toward the three penitent males, strictly in tart satisfaction that they were to suffer hanging in open display. Treated only to select groups of guests and maids during the three days of punishment, the three cowered delightfully in the face of such huge numbers of women, Beatrice pleased to use the whip on all three as they traversed the crowded corridor which would lead to their ultimate sight of the gallows.

Julia grinned at Creed as they followed Beatrice with Faith, Ella, Beryl and the others, Hope appearing halfway down the corridor, as the horde of smiling and applauding women folded back to allow the condemned curs to be whipped forward, the motion of the crowd seeming to suck them down the corridor and on to the gallows beyond. The maid leading Cedric felt the tension of hesitation on his leash as he saw Hope, he desperate to view the woman who’d dominated him for as long as he could. Hope gave him a sneering smile which seemed to transmit her pleasure in knowing he’d hang within the hour, and that she’d be there to thoroughly enjoy seeing it too; he gasped as he took in her spiteful look and received the whip from Beatrice, both keeping him firmly erect without assistance from the anal plug.