Chapter 3

Victor Banks quivered in a mixture of fear and masochistic anticipation, constantly reminded of his fate by the goading women at Hortense’s plush residence, who slapped his face and flicked his flesh with their canes, just for the sheer pleasure of it. They’d seen Hortense snuff males before, but there was something extra arousing about having one who had been made formally aware that this was to be his fate. Their pleasure at the situation grew more intense as the day of the hanging dawned, many of the women taking a last opportunity to have their cunts sniffed by him, and give his face a good slapping to have their feelings about him truly known, and the memory of that spite taken to the gallows.

The date would be doubly triumphant for Madam Hortense Barber, as this was the day of an appointment for her prospective ‘employment’ at a certain adult theme park, it’s present, and soon to be former, owner, blissfully unaware that his recently appointed Head of administration - one Madam Norma Greer - had in fact been installed by Hortense, and had herself seen to it that the entire staff were feminine accomplices ... each devoted to the overthrow of masculine authority at any and every level, each excited at the prospect of the present owner being shown his rightful place, under the heel of a superior woman.

Banks erected hard and stiff in the bliss of a masochistic stupor, having been slapped and tormented by some of the more severe women, and hearing their applause at the appearance of Hortense, resplendent in the red lace body stocking she’d spent the night in, the feminine beauty of her full and mature figure expressed wonderfully, her cunt displayed in all its glory through the open crotch, hot with arousal ... though she’d masturbated more than once during the night, in anticipation of today’s erotic pleasures. Banks’ standing cock pulsed and oozed pre-cum in total submissive awe of her majestic dominance, his sense of utter hopelessness having him yearn to know the noose she’d promised him. He watched her descend gracefully to a low chair, her broad thighs splaying as she crossed her legs and smiled serenely at him.

“You’re going to your death today, Banks, and I have a little token something for you to wear in honour of granting womanhood such exquisite pleasure.” Her serene smile turned to a lusty sneer, and he gasped under the spiteful laughter of the watching women, on her producing a long and undulating glass phallus, its broad and we’ll formed glans glinting, the broad girth of its corkscrew like body, showing him the promise of extended discomfort due to its length ... where the obvious fitment of its rude intrusion was to go. She wagged her finger and he was drawn to her on his leash, her smile telling him of the pleasure it was to award her in seeing him humiliated, his head then pushed down to worship her feet, his anus high and exposed in readiness to accept the gift.

Hortense held the glass phallus high, savouring the moment as her feminine audience looked on, she enjoying every moment of the thorough humiliation of a male who was soon to award her the absolute zenith of dominant pleasure. Her cunt bulged in tingling readiness to know the thanks of his tongue, as she offered the broad but delightfully domed head up to his anus, Banks quivering at its touch and feeling illuminated in his exposure by the multitude of feminine eyes upon him ... eyes that would accept nothing less than his total humiliation, and would show their spiteful pleasure in it.

Hortense grinned with smug pleasure as his anus dilated, showing his need for that humiliation ... and sighed with pleasure as she pressed the unyielding dome home, taking exquisite pleasure in having him know that the dilation of his anus was far from sufficient ... his discomfort as his pucker was stretched to near splitting point, lustily enjoyed by his audience as the bell was consumed by his anus, his tearful eyes grateful of the reduction in girth as his pucker squeezed to kiss at the recess after the broad width of the dome ... but there were many equally broad expanses along the extensive length of the body, and he was to know the tormenting pleasure of each before his ordeal was over.

The pleasure of the women at his torment was intense, the extensive length of the monstrous phallic intruder making its insertion so sadistically erotic for the woman, and bringing a lusty masochism to the humiliated Banks. As each orb stretched his anus wide while Hortense pressed it home. his cock pulsing and boning rigid with submissive pleasure, confirming his deserving of the gallows in the eyes of the sneering women, none less so than the majestic Hortense as she eased the flat plug up to greet his pucker, that rigid erection seen with utter contempt, and awarding her smug justification in seeing him noosed.

Drops of glistening pre-cum dribbled from his standing bell, as he gasped and flexed his torso, trying to come to terms with the discomfort and yet sordidly pleasing sensations of having his anus spread wide, his prostate massaged with the slightest movement, with the cynical laughter of spiteful femininity ringing in his ears as Hortense sneered in triumph.

“There! You’ll thank me for allowing you the pleasure of your gift when you’re displayed on the rope ... it’ll stimulate you wonderfully, and stop you from shitting on my new gallows ... we’ll just have it blessed with your semen, and I guarantee we’ll see that... !” His cock boned with the stimulation already provided, and the erotic atmosphere of his total capitulation to femininity as Hortense spread her thighs and pulled his face to the moistness of her aroused cunt, the goading women so thoroughly enjoying the once chauvinistic male, now reduced to sniffing at the cunt of a woman who’d take the utmost pleasure in hanging him.

He teased himself with thoughts of his former, arrogant and womanising, lifestyle, leading to his defeat at the hands of womanhood, those thoughts taking him into an erotic and masochistic oblivion as the anal plug combined with the whiff and taste of dominant cunt, having him yearn to know the rope at the hands of this magnificent woman. Hortense lifted her feet to the chair, and pulled her calves back to her mature and fleshy thighs, having his head caress the curve of her belly as his face was pulled tight into the gape of her cunt, her arsehole now exposed and oozing its heated fragrances, adding rigidity to his standing cock ... she and every woman there, knowing he’d willingly beg to lick that too. Hortense sighed, and fought to keep herself from lapsing into a dream-like state herself, as she thought on seeing him hang, while his tongue swept dutifully up the fleshy slot of her mature cunt ... she had other pleasures to come that day, but those gallows would crown it ... she’d stay firmly in control, as she took control of everything.

“ ... oh yes, you’re more than ready for the gallows now ... ohhhhh!!!” The watching women smiled and gave an approving gentle applause as the dominant matriarch allowed herself a well-defined orgasm, Banks lapping at her clitoris vigorously in his haste to know the rope, his tongue then slipping cheekily down to that hot and sweaty pucker, after Hortense’s groan of pleasure subsided, the sensation of his tongue at her anus, thrilling her in knowing it signified his utter defeat to her, his impudence ensuring he’d be whipped in the shadow of the gallows before hanging. The sneering woman allowed him the acrid tastes and a little probing of her arsehole, his submission delighting the feminine audience before Hortense pulled his head away.

Their sneering laughter at his sticky face had not quite subsided, when further guests arrived, in preparation to the visit to the park ... and its conversion from patriarchy to matriarchy, Banks’ cock now boning harder than ever, as the arrival of one of those guests was met with a rousing applause as she stood hand on hips and sneered down at the freshly plugged male, kneeling messy faced in his belittlement ... and now confronted by the woman who’d seen to it that his appointment with the gallows was inevitable. Amanda Seeger stood tall on her spiked heels, oozing dominance in her moment of victory, having come via the square where the defeated males whose positions were now occupied by femininity, still hanged on display, humiliated in death and ogled eagerly by enthusiastic crowds ... the vast majority female. Her contemptuous smile, one he’d seen when she’d first drawn his submissive secret from him - sealing his fate, had him longing to spurt as she taunted him.

“You didn’t think I’d miss seeing you hang, did you? ... there’s no way on Earth I’d miss the pleasure of watching you spend in humiliation high on the rope... “ She stepped forward, stooped on her tall heels, and slapped his face hard, to approving applause from the feminine audience.

“ ... and who do you think it is, who’s going to keep your balls as a memento ... after they’ve been removed and shown to you, after your spurt in utter defeat?” Hortense grinned with an erotic intensity as she stepped elegantly past Amanda and the freshly plugged male awaiting the gallows, the sight of her broad thighs and fleshy mature buttocks wobbling enticingly in the fishnet bodystocking, having him yearn for a final facesit from her ... which he knew he’d never know the pleasure of again.

“Just let me freshen up, then we’ll all enjoy what you’re so looking forward to Amanda, after a brief but exciting appointment where the gallows are located ... and a sound whipping of our condemned male for his impudence at my arsehole ... I’m sure you’d be keen to assist with that...” Banks’ cock pulsed and dribbled pre-cum in masochistic anticipation as Amanda slapped his face spitefully again, further arousing her and her delighted feminine audience, so eagerly anticipating his hanging.

“Oh yes ... whipping him one last time is going to be such a pleasure.”

Tanner had felt there was something in the air that morning, Clara’s normally subversive persona, practiced as it was, as part of her role in seeming no more than an uncultured bimbo, suddenly showing an authoritative streak as she moved to tend the girls in the slave house, her smile at him, almost a sneer, and her tone, cocky, as she addressed him.

“I’ll see to the girls, then I’ll be reporting back to the office ... Norma’s asked that I attend at the interview you have this morning...” Tanner’s cock perked, not just at her attitude in obviously seeing his authority as secondary to hers, but in her choice of clothing that morning; a tight black blouse, low cut, which gave a good peep of her firm breasts, and tight black plasticised leggings, the sheen accentuating the curves of her buttocks deliciously, not her usual plain uniform like clothes. His cock perked even harder at Norma’s audacity.

“NORMA asked you to attend?” Her cunt tingled in the leggings, she longed to tell him he was shortly to become no more than an exhibit in what was once his park, but wouldn’t spoil things, as excited as she was ... enjoying the spiteful suspense of a blissfully erotic day to come. She smiled broadly at him, standing hand on hip with legs slightly apart, unconsciously showing her desire to know the dominating of him that she’d soon enjoy.

“Yes, NORMA has asked me to attend ... along with others ... she says it’s important that we all see the lady in question ... not just you.” She smirked with pleasure at seeing his awkwardness, and the signs of a healthy erection at his crotch, awarded him by her, increasing her ego. Tanner was equally awkward in his response, flabbergasted but intrigued ... and strangely excited, the woman being due in about twenty minutes.

“Oh ... ok ... I’ll let Norma know to let me know about these things in future ... and I’ll see you there then...” She smirked at his erection once more, then sauntered off, feeling his eyes on her globular backside as her stride took on an air of feminine arrogance, mumbling to herself when out of his earshot.

“Oh I’ll see you there alright, so will someone else ... and at an event later...”

Tanner watched her stroll away toward the park buildings, her attitude turning his mind on its head about prior erotic thoughts he’d had about her; he now imagined being on his knees and masturbating for her while she stood over him, laughing ... he quickly tried to dismiss the vision from his head ... not knowing that she’d shortly have many opportunities to humiliate him that way and her smug pleasure would see him spend in absolute submission. He quickly turned his thoughts to Norma ... and already found himself in a subservient mood over how he’d dare reprimand, or even question the actions of such a stern woman ... his erection bolting harder as he imagined being caned by such an obviously dominant woman ... he couldn’t know that his first caning would be conducted with ruthless efficiency by a female on the camp from whom he’d least expect that sordidly humiliating pleasure.

He took a deep breath, and did his best to shake his mind from a state of erotic turmoil, and back to the business in hand that day, but where was Norma? She routinely arrived at the park prior to his attending, but today she was not here yet ... but had told others to attend the coming interview. It was with an air of relief that he saw her car arrive, and as he wrestled with what he’d say to her that morning, his jaw dropped to a lusting gape, his cock bolting rigid, as she stepped from the car

Her strut to the office at so late an hour, was so obviously with the intention that he see her in all her glory, on taller heels than usual, the click clack of those black patent leather shoes making his cock pulse as he viewed the magnificence of her sheer black stockings, tight black pencil skirt with a slit at one side, her waist tighter than usual and obviously corseted below an equally tight black silk blouse, her graceful but sternly mature arms accentuated wonderfully by skin tight black gloves. Her 1950’s image was taken to a horny extreme by a small black hat cocked to one side, with a black lace veil which did not hide her face, but drew the eye to it, to note her horn-rimmed glasses so prominent to that era, adding authority to a face which wore make up to a level not usually sported by the stern woman ... she looked as though she might be attending a funeral.

She caught him still gasping as she entered his office, where the interview would take place, not hers - she obviously keen to see the appointment through, as soon as the ‘appointee’ arrived.

“Good morning Mr Tanner...” She grinned wickedly at him as she casually lay her bag upon his desk, as though he were a cloakroom attendant, a further chip out of his authority and coming insignificance, she enjoying his flustered retrieval of it, and awkwardness in both handling a woman’s intimate possession and the stowing of it upon the coat stand in the corner, Norma adding a little more before he had the chance to speak.

“ ... and I’ve a feeling this is going to be a very special morning indeed.” She grinned at knowing what was to come, as she sat in a chair across the room, and crossed her legs to display her stocking clad thigh through the generous slit in her skirt, and pursed her unusually red lips with an air of perverse authority, having him struggle with his first words.

“Yes ... yes ... about today’s appointment ... I don’t recall the position advertised ... and ... and...” Norma enjoyed watching him squirm in the presence of her natural authority ... she would thoroughly enjoy seeing him dominated, and would soon see him begging to sniff her cunt after a whipping. She cut him short.

“The lady coming will manage the park ... you’ll be much too busy with other, social duties, to take on the task...” He gasped audibly, and she smiled as two, and then three other female members of staff, each smiling knowingly at him, entered the office without the courtesy of knocking, adding a further squeak to his tone in responding.

“But ... but you know ... know I’d want to manage ... and why ... why all here for the interview?” Any response was interrupted as Norma and the other women enjoyed his startled looks, as no less than three large cars arrived in unison, and an entourage of smartly dressed women, all in black, vacated the vehicles and stepped toward his office in regal pomp, the beautifully full figure of a redheaded woman, leading the way, her natural feminine magnificence bringing his cock up rigid, already in awe of the mature woman whom he’d now conceded in his mind, would manage his park ... but still never dreaming that she’d manage him too, as an attraction that would bring flocks of women to the park, eager to witness his humiliation.

His awe of the redheaded women increased as he saw Clara appear outside, to greet the new arrival and the other women with a smile ... and she was not alone. The plump girl he’d captured and had allowed the long leash, now knew a freedom she’d not known since the day of her abduction by him, no leash, no chain ... and the smiling girl now carried a horsewhip, the sight of which had his cock bone rigid. Norma smiled curtly at Tanner on seeing his eyes view the girl, her cunt tingling with sexual anticipation as she put her hand to the door.

“Oh yes Mr Tanner ... there’s going to be a few changes around here.” He gasped as he felt himself surrounded by the very girls Norma had chosen, as they gathered behind him, sneeringly placing their delicate hands on his shoulders, as if to hold him there as the women filed in with an air of dominance that told Tanner change was indeed to happen, his cock pulsing with a readiness to submit to anything, on recognising Amanda Seeger as one of the women. He’d witnessed with the rest of the nation, how the powerful woman had seen to the disposal by execution of her male counterparts, supposedly corrupt, but the vast majority believing the allegations were contrived through feminine convenience ... either way, the woman who now sneered at him, had been seen to thoroughly enjoy the hangings.

Even she however, was overshadowed by the magnificence of the mature redhead who sat centrally, his cock pulsing in the need to come as Clara and the now sneering plump girl edged behind him, Norma then announcing the name which Tanner would know as being that of his absolute nemesis within moments.

“Madam Hortense Barber...” Madam Greer then turning her head and addressing Tanner with a delighted contempt.

“ ... come to accept management of Punishment Park ... and everything within it.” Tanner gasped as the women he’d thought had been chosen and placed at his will, gave a resounding approval of the redhead’s arrival with an applause they’d all been patently aware they’d give, before she’d even said a word. She grinned wickedly at his gape while the excited clapping rang through his ears, and increased his intrigue by lifting a copy of his sex inspired journal from her bag.

“Yes Tanner, I’ve liked what I’ve seen and intend to have it, I’m going to manage your park, and your publication too ... I’ve already had my agents visit your city office to advise of the takeover, all the male employees have been dismissed...” She nodded her head at the girls behind him, and he baulked as he felt their eager hands begin to undress him, in readiness for his humiliation ... and the evidence of his true desires, as Hortense continued her own course in humiliating him.

“The women at the city office of your publication, to whom you were almost anonymous anyhow, were delighted to learn of the takeover of the business by a woman, having being quietly pleased and intensely aroused by the feminine uprisings elsewhere. There’ll be no need for you to ever visit that office again ... unless I decide to parade you there...” The women sneered with pleasure as they watched their feminine colleagues already familiar with the park, push his desk to one side and ease him down to his knees in exposure before the dominant redhead, whilst also removing his lower garments. Tanner now had a view of the magnificent array of crossed feminine legs, from a position which would become the norm for him, as Hortense added to the potency of an erection those women would shortly pour scorn upon, taking several photographs of him from her bag, showing him in various states of undress with the girls of the slave house.

“Oh yes, I’ve liked what I’ve seen ... and I’ve decided to take control of you too, you’re going to provide wiling service to women visiting my park of feminine dominance...” Tanner lapsed into a quandary of disbelief ... and a perverse sense of submissive pleasure in resignation, instilled by the iron confidence of his feminine usurper, which grew in strength as his lower garments were wrestled from him by her eager conspirators, exposing a rudely standing cock for their ridicule, which confirmed the pathetic inner pleasure he’d long tried to hide, but had been noted with spiteful glee by both Clara and Norma. While the scornful and shaming laughter of his feminine audience rained down on him, their smugness at the boning cock showing his true feelings about feminine authority, Hortense had it bone even harder.

“ ... and as those women will be made aware of your past history regarding the treatment of women, their attentions to your flesh will be particularly acute ... as will mine, and we all know it’s what you desired from womanhood all the time.” She grinned at Clara, who sighed with pleasure at seeing Tanner where he belonged, naked and kneeling at the feet of women ... and about to be humiliated further for his recent arrogance.

She placed her hands to the shoulders of the chubby girl and edged the smiling example of femininity close to one side of the cowering Tanner, she now looking resplendent in a black outfit as per Clara - now her equal, and both women now in absolute authority over the male who was once their master - the delightfully feminine bulges of her broad thighs, big arse, and curved belly, illustrated exquisitely in the tight black leather leggings, taller than ever in high heeled boots. Tanner’s cock dribbled as she flicked her horsewhip playfully, while he heard Clara’s voice ... in authority over him for the first time, and eternally now.

“This is Georgina, Tanner ... you never bothered finding out her name, so intent were you on just using her in your park after capture ... but a certain novelty for her developed within you, didn’t it?...” He felt the sneering eyes of every woman there upon him, as he looked up the sultry curves of the girl less than half his age, the girl he’d captured, and the girl whose smile told him she was patently aware that he’d lusted to be owned by her. Clara didn’t wait for his answer, his look of wanton lust at the girl’s spiteful smile answered for him, and as she buckled a collar about his neck with a sneer of dominant satisfaction, his cock pulse it’s rigidity to openly illustrate to the delighted women, his resignation to the defeat to her he’d no longer be able to hide.

“She’s going to dominate you Tanner, be the first to give you the whipping you so thoroughly deserve ... and every woman here is going to witness your humiliation with sincere pleasure.” Clara’s cunt oozed on seeing Georgina sigh with erotic satisfaction as she tested the leash and flicked his flesh with the horsewhip he’d shortly know in earnest, Tanner now almost trance-like with the shock, fear of anticipation, and sheer sexual submission at the thought of being whipped by a spitefully vengeful girl, before an audience of approving women, in the park which was once his and was now taken from him. Hortense stood and sneered down at the pathetic male, already cowering in defeat to a mere girl, she now more eager than ever to have his tongue worship her pucker in recognition of her triumph over him ... but another pleasure beckoned which both he and she would witness following that initial whipping.

“Come ladies, let us go and see my new acquisition ... and show its former owner what’ll happen to him if he doesn’t cede all deeds and bank accounts to me.” Tanner’s mind threatened to explode with the surreal events which were unfolding, as Norma opened the door for the entourage of dominant women to file out from, their chatter in their eagerness to do so, rousing his mind further, in knowing that something other than his whipping by a girl, was to be witnessed. Norma then sneering down at him as she took her bag from the stand, and placing it on his desk, pulled a draw out and emptied its contents on the floor with a cynical laugh, before emptying things from her bag into it.

“My desk now ... you’ll face it on your knees from now on, whenever I summon you for one need or another.” Tanner’s cock pulsed pre-cum at the thought of what those needs would be, as Georgina stung his buttocks with the horsewhip, and he was led out, naked and on all fours, to know the park from a completely different, but undeniably erotic perspective.

His cock boned rigid on feeling Georgina’s tight grip on his leash, in evidence that she was one of the women who owned him now, while he knelt and felt the playful caress of her whip on his exposed flesh, taking the warmth of the hot sun as he surveyed what was once his, but which now had been taken from him by the dominance of womanhood. He’d had so many erotic plans for the park, and as he watched the majority of the women in black slip into the cars and drive down to the park area, Hortense and Amanda stood smiling by the final car, eager to give him a taste of what the plans of its new dominant feminine owners would be.

He gasped, and Georgina sighed wistfully and tugged him toward the car, Clara, walking with them, exclaiming ‘Oh yes’, as a gagged and equally naked and leashed male was hauled from the car, to cower at Amanda’s feet. Clara grinned wickedly at Tanner as she got into the car.

“I’ll see you two at the whipping posts.” The car moved off, leaving an almost eerie cloud of swirling dust between the remaining group and their destination, the gagged male quivering in fear as he strained his eyes to take in the last open vista he’d witness before being whipped, hanged, and castrated after milking on the rope. Tanner recognised the face of the male, despite it not displaying the cocky arrogance he’d become accustomed to seeing it wear, as per everyone else from the perspective of TV screens. Georgina had Tanner hear her voice for the first time since her capture, in stating the obvious and showing the full pleasure of her spite as she spoke to Hortense.

“Is this the male to hang? ... I’m so looking forward to that!” Hortense thoroughly enjoyed the shocked expression on Tanner’s face, and the whimpering Banks emitted through his gag on viewing the settling dust on his final route, on to which the cars headed, the redhead showing her utmost pleasure in confirming what was patently obvious to the girl, further exciting Banks to the prospect to come.

“Yes of course ... this is Banks, the first male who’ll know the pleasure of the gallows...” She sneered at Banks as Amanda tugged at his leash to begin his final journey in the hot sun.

“ ... and the first to be castrated upon the rope too.” Georgina tugged at Tanner’s leash, eager to cover the quarter mile or so to the gallows behind the hill, her cunt tingling with excitement as she smiled at Amanda.

“Clara told me about the hangings you were at, and has recorded them ... promised me a viewing ... that’ll be wonderful, but seeing him hang with my own eyes ... ohhhh, I can’t wait.” Both males boned at the young girl’s spite, Banks more acutely, as her cruel words combined with the movement, had the anal plug stimulate him wonderfully, as he was led on his final journey by the woman who’d dominated him, to know death at her hands; the walk decided upon in a moment of cruelty, to give him time to thoroughly appreciate his fate. Hortense smirked down at Tanner, delighted to see him nicely erect, in lieu of the life of enslavement he now faced ... at a venue of his own making.

“He may be the first to hang, but he’ll not be the last ... women will come in hordes, from far and wide, to see males made example of, and send their seed down to the boards in utter surrender.” Georgina had his cock pulse harder, as he scrambled beside her in the dust. held to obedience by her, a swift stroke of her whip to his buttocks for sheer spite while her cunt tingled at a thought.

“I know who I’d like to see hanged on display ... and have the privilege of castrating.” Tanner nearly came at the sting of her whip, her spiteful desires, and the equally spiteful laughter from Amanda and Hortense ... the laughter holding a certain sincerity in agreeing with her lusty notion, Hortense then adding her spite to the conversation.

“I’d so love to award you that privilege too, but the dead don’t suffer, and Tanner is to suffer eternally ... he’s too much of an asset for women to vent their sadism upon, for us to be awarded that luxury... “ she strode between the two males, allowing Tanner a good view of the globular cheeks his tongue would soon be servicing, tight in the black skirt, the gagged Banks lusting to lick it once more, but knowing her pleasure with him lay at their destination, the dominant redhead then confirming that pleasure.

“ ... the the novelty of spiting a male who intended this park to be a masculine domain over females, will never wain ... Banks here is to know the easy way out, though the display of his balls will ensure perpetual humiliation even after death...” Both males now scampered in the dust in humiliation, both wishing to see the gallows for different reasons, both drawn irresistibly to it by women hotly aroused by the prospect. Both males felt the impatient tugs on their leashes as their aching limbs fought to keep pace whilst on all fours beside their striding feminine betters, the first of the park’s outbuildings now coming into sight, prompting a further victorious tease from Hortense, having him grasp a further sense of what was now reality.