Chapter 4

Hortense sneered with a curt spitefulness as Clara and Norma revelled in seeing her to a piece of ground on the outskirts of the park, lying fallow, the earth uneven, and showing an abundance of plant growth, unlike anywhere else in the park, the wicked looks of the three directed at Tanner as he was led up to them on his leash, whipped smartly there by Georgina. As Hortense simmered, guessing the reason for the disturbed ground, Madam Norma Greer stood hand on hip, and barked at him.

“Well? What have you to say for yourself?” Tanner erected hard, his anus tingling with fear at confirming his disposal of females there ... speechless at the thought of what punishment he’d face. Clara grinned, already patently aware of his sadistic streak, now consigned to memory by his treatment ... and of his past use of girls. Her pleasure in exposing him to the ruthless Hortense, had her cunt buzzing, on disclosing what she’d seen as part of her covert observations of him.

“You were seen masturbating here ... I watched you personally, saw you shoot your mess most thoroughly ... why was that?” His further silence was thwarted with sadistic pleasure by Georgina, the whip applied with gusto, having him cry out.

“I ... I buried them here ... the girls ... girls I disposed of!” Hortense smirked as she proved at the earth with a heel, herself aroused at their fate, and pleased that she had something that would justify her guests sadism being vented on him, not that they’d need an excuse anyhow.

“Girls ... you disposed of girls?” Tanner felt Georgina’s whip again, the chubby ginger girl hotly aroused too, at having survived his dominant urges, to triumph over him and dominate him herself. The whip applied with extra gusto on seeing Hortense’s interest, having her cunt moisten nicely ... and Tanner’s cock pulse rigidly erect as he confessed in submission to her.

“I ... I couldn’t help myself ... strangled them ... they so enjoyed being choked...” Hortense grinned with perverse pleasure, her smug pomposity as equally massaged as the thoughts which had her cunt swell, she’d enjoyed choking both male and female victims herself, and that method justified the perfect use for him in a spectacle on opening day ... and one he’d perform regularly whilst still of some use as an exhibit. But for now, she’d see him humiliated.

“They must have been very weak girls to allow that to happen, deserving their fate perhaps, but it doesn’t excuse you from an abhorrent crime, for which you’ll be punished severely ... but for now, you’ll masturbate in their honour, while we enjoy your shame.” Tanner gasped at the cruelty in her tone, and at being left in bewilderment at not knowing his punishment, Georgina finding her voice, and seeing to his humiliation most aptly, being the youngest there, and a potential victim prior to her accession to dominance. He was given a further taste of the whip, and a stern tug on his leash to remind him he was now we’ll and truly owned as she spoke.

“Masturbate! ... we want to witness you waste your seed, the way you did before.” The women laughed as he took his already erect cock in hand, and stroked it rapidly, the stimulation consuming him as he thought long and hard on what he’d done, his predicament now, and the punishment Hortense had in mind for him. He now knew he’d get just what he’d deserved and had duly lusted for as he jerked on his knees to the sneering laughter of dominant femininity, yearning to know the fresh spite of women he was yet to meet, when the park he’d designed himself was opened. Humiliated in ecstasy, he shot his seed to the disturbed earth liberally, to the jeering satisfaction of Hortense in particular, her utter contempt for him peaking and awarding her smug and justified pleasure as she watched him spend lustily.

“See him crave punishment ladies! ... and oh, how he’s going to know punishment!” Georgina held the leash nice and taut, as the naked and defeated Tanner continued to jerk and shoot his mess in pure ecstasy at his lot, the dominant matriarch’s words ensuring he emptied his balls thoroughly in honour of her triumph over him.

Amanda Seeger was no stranger to the camp, and as the political situation deteriorated, as far as masculinity was concerned, more and more males associated with her now hanged adversaries, were rounded up and brought naked in enslavement to the park to provide entertainment for the female guests who’d enjoy the park from opening day. Stocked with the female submissives, they were whipped regularly to have them appreciate the masochistic delights they’d face, some were harnessed and horsewhipped around the showground enclosures, in preparation for the equine entertainment they’d provide. Tanner however, as a prime exhibit, whose history as the usurped male owner of the camp and well known publication would draw special and spiteful interest, was kept in the comfort of the guest hotel, where he became no stranger to the scent and taste of Hortense’s cunt ... as well as that of Clara’s, Amanda’s, and of course the spiteful Georgina’s.

Hortense was also partial to rounding up one or two male targets whose businesses she’d long had her eye on, and the swing in power to femininity had made the task infinitely easier for her; the acquisition of those businesses justified by some trumped up charge of misogyny and chauvinism, neatly manufactured by Hortense’s female stooges, their ‘favours’ condemning those males to a severe justice.

It was when in control of one such hapless male individual, that Hortense displayed her utter ruthlessness ... and her pleasure in applying it, to Tanner, and before an audience of hotly approving women. Such was her appetite in applying sadism, it was inevitable not all those males would make to the grand opening day before realising their fates. As Tanner lapped eagerly at her mature folds, his attention to her bulging clitoris encouraged by flicks of her horsewhip whenever she felt the application of his loving rasps not thorough enough, his eyes glanced by the curves of her generous thighs and bulges to the lot of a bound and hooded individual, being thrashed most eagerly by Clara, Georgina, and the spitefully pert Norma, her secretarial duties neglected in the pursuit of a pleasure which would not be denied.

Whipped and subjected to humiliations for over a month, into an utter submission where no element of resistance was offered, the formerly chauvinistic tyrant had learned to surrender his seed as readily as he had his assets ... and having given up those assets, knew that simple sadism with the whip would not satisfy Hortense’s cruel desires. His desire to spend for what he knew would be his last time, enhanced with a deeply masochistic bent, by the attendance of not just Amanda Seeger, but by Sarah Cripps, head of the secret police, and Christina Mills, head of the civil police; both hotly approving of Hortense’s methods in disposing of unwanted masculinity, both to be awarded freedom of the park when functioning, and its facilities where disposal of difficult cases could be executed incognito, without the need for any mock trial.

The two women who held such high official positions, looked on smugly as an individual whom they’d known to be involved in perversions of justice, but had cleverly avoided their clutches in more liberal times when civil decorum was necessary, was now displayed to them in a state of utter defeat at the hands of a feminine individual. Their smugness was made extra content while they watched him whimper under the applications of horsewhips, in knowing that the equally crooked lawyers and associates who’d kept them at bay, before those more civil times had dissolved into the feminine anarchy that now prevailed, were presently incarcerated at the park too ... being prepared for the ‘Gauntlet Run’, an attraction which ran the perimeters of the park, but offered no escape route, other than an assured death on capture. Hortense moved away from Tanner, leaving him sorely in need of ejaculating in her honour, and what he witnessed next, would seal his submissive adoration of her forever.

He watched as she strode in pure dominance toward the beaten and weeping male, Norma seeing to it that he was thoroughly reduced by applying a final salvo to his flesh with a flexible cane, before retiring to an advantageous spot to play with her cunt while his cries of pain awarded by her were still fresh in her mind. Her pleasure was acute, as naked but for stilettos, she placed a heel in the small of his back as he wriggled face down in bondage, bringing his full attention to her supremely dominant presence, and grinned spitefully on showing him a length of silken cord in her hand.

“You know just what’s coming don’t you?...” He gasped, his bleary eyed wide, as she moved her heel to his flank and worked his writhing body round to have him face Madams Cripps and Mills, their pleasure as great as Hortense’s, in seeing a male who’d defied and cheeked them on many occasions in his avoidance of justice, now suitably reduced and defeated, facing the justice of the sadistic whims of womanhood. Tanner boned jealously, on seeing Hortense descend her magnificent thighs in straddling the male’s torso, winding the cord about his neck, and taking each end in her hands, grinning spitefully as she pulled his head back. With his back arched and his arms strapped to his sides, he now faced the audience of appreciative femininity, and especially the two women he’d no longer avoid the satisfaction of, whilst utterly helpless.

“Beg these two ladies their permission for your execution!...” He hesitated, his cock boning and pulsing below him, as what she’d demanded sank in, that hesitation incurring her wrath ... and the spiteful sexual pleasure of dominance as she pulled the cord tighter and arched his back further.

“ ... beg permission!” The masochism he’d learned to enjoy in having his spirit crushed beyond redemption, was illuminated to its full extent, his cock pulsing rigid below him in the need to know the final ecstasy of feminine spite as he croaked out what had been commanded of him, a chorus of applause and the cynical laughter of the two most satisfied women, awarding him cutting and lusty humiliation.

“I beg ... beg your permission ... permission to be ... be ... executed.” That cynical laughter increased, as did the pressure of the cord about his neck, as the two women at the fore of the feminine audience savoured his pathetic situation, Christina Mills, the first to taunt him with utmost pleasure.

“Well you have my permission to die, you know I’ll be thinking of all those times you escaped justice ... you’ll not escape it now ... watching you expire before my eyes will be such a pleasure.” Sarah Cripps indulged in the concurring applause as she watched him squirm his cock while Hortense rode him with her thighs, then added her sincere approval.

“Oh yes, you have my permission too ... and you’ll show your approval by spending for us before you’re extinguished ... I demand it.” Hortense didn’t wait for the approving applause to die down before increasing the pressure with the cord and pulling his head back hard to have him enjoy the sadistic delight on his audience’s faces, while she bucked her thighs and buttocks back and forth, to ensure the movement and stimulation of his cock below him, and guarantee he paid the tribute demanded of him before the cord snuffed him out.

He was soon reduced to snorting and gasping wildly as he was slowly strangled, bound head to toe and ridden by a dominant queen, having been whipped mercilessly before women who now showed their spitefully erotic pleasure in seeing him face the justice of womanhood, the masochistic pleasure of death at the hands of a superior woman whilst witnessed by women sexually aroused by it, ensured the spend demanded of him would be given up liberally. As the hapless male began to grunt in the ecstasy of absolute surrender, his face blueing by the moment as his strangulation was imposed ruthlessly, it brought home to Tanner just how inevitable his own demise was, the curt smiles of the women as the male was slowly snuffed, showing what gave them their ultimate pleasure, some lifting their skirts and masturbating openly, the sight of their cunts pleasured at his expense, increasing the wad of semen now surging from his doomed balls.