Chapter 6

Tanner was not denied any visual delight that the park he’d created now offered it’s new owner, and the hordes of ecstatic feminity who’d usurped the masculine audience he’d envisaged. Kneeling leashed and naked at the pole close to the gallows he’d constructed, he erected hard at his predicament, taking in the magnificent pomp of the mature redhead who’d seen to his downfall, he was immersed in a surreal and eternal sexual arousal, his lust for submission developing daily, his coming out as a submissive ensured by the spiteful will of the mature woman now smiling contentedly at one of the huge screens which followed the progress of ‘The Gauntlet’, the feminine crowd buzzing with excited anticipation as the focus of a camera picked out one of those hooded and ‘anonymous’ individuals about to meet his demise.

These individuals had been singled out for their more ‘perverse’ crimes against women, from pimping, rape, wife beating ... through to simple philandering, and hooded to remove any identify they once had, marking them as the lowest of the low, and earning them a swift death on capture. Though totally anonymous to the majority of feminine onlookers, body shape etc. often gave away their identities to those they’d been associated with, and tormented in some way, women who now resides in the crowd and viewed the demise of those they recognised with curt satisfaction. One such excited woman rubbed at her cunt with sweet anticipation, recognising not only the hooded male as the one once her own, but also the mounted horsewoman who lustily ran him down. The lithe and athletically built woman lassoed him expertly, bringing a wild cheer from the crowd as he was brought down, and a sigh of pleasure from the woman who now rubbed her cunt more vigorously than ever.

Unimpressed with his sexual prowess, and finding her erotic thoughts moving in a different direction, she’d taken a female lover, and the relationship between the two women had blossomed passionately. She’d kept it no secret from him, the two smugly enjoying their erotic liaisons before him, at first, happily goading him and allowing him to masturbate when watching. He was denied sexual contact from therein, and feeling hard done by, he started to taunt and insult them, taking on female partners himself, blatantly using them for sexual gratification. His jealousy had led to him making serious threats against the couple, and when the political tide had turned in favour of the despotic feminine rule which now prevailed, he’d been arrested immediately for his many crimes, whipped publicly whilst she and her lover looked on, having been conveniently tipped off with respect to the venue, and taken snivelling to the park to be hooded.

Her athletic lover had but one victim in mind when joining the pack of horsewomen at the onset of The Gauntlet, stretching forward and high in the saddle, nursing her cunt at the modified pommel as she watched the pathetic herd of hooded males make a desperate bid for freedom, her eyes on one in particular, whose body shape and gait she was familiar with. The minutes had seemed like hours as she awaited the signal which would herald the commencement of her ultimate pleasure - the snuffing of a male who’d taunted her, whilst her lover, a woman whom he’d once considered his ‘possession’ looked on, in spiteful ecstasy. As she thought on that lush pleasure, she eyed her lover in the crowd, smiling into her eyes as they both thought on how they’d satisfy their cunts to justified and wholesome orgasms later. With her cunt already hot and wet at the saddle, her heart raced as the signal was given, and she was off at a pace, soon passing the portly individuals, one of whom would the first to know death on the gallows, her mind set on one goal as she duly passed other stragglers. That camera’s focus matched hers as she saw her prey struggling ahead, that rousing cheer emanating from the watching crowd as she loosed her Lasso and brought him down.

Breathless and with wrists bound, begs now snared by her lasso, he was no match for her athleticism, never mind her ardent hatred for masculinity in general ... and for this one, she harboured a special dislike. The crowd of femininity applauded lustily as he was swiftly trussed, their enthusiasm for what was to come, enhancing the pleasured sensations coursing through her lover’s cunt as she massaged it, the horsewoman looping a cord about his neck, then pulling him back with one hand, grabbed his already erect cock with the other. Whispering in his ear to ensure he knew 100% just who it was that had caught him, she masturbated his manhood vigorously, all the time taunting him on how his ex partner was now hers, and how she was watching and would see him come one last time in honour of his defeat to their union. The camera zoomed in to catch the standing cock being pleasured by the unrelenting strokes of the feminine hand ... and the cynical cheering and shrieking of the feminine audience was deafening as that cock spurted its surrender to the dominance of womanhood, sending loop after loop of cream to the air in defeat.

His final orgasm was intense indeed, the more than generous expulsion of hot seed from his balls, generated by the blissful sense of submission, masochism, and sweet humiliation he was totally immersed in, being milked before death by a woman who’d overpowered him completely in more than one sense, and with the knowledge that the woman she’d wrested from him, was watching his humiliating demise with pert and lusty enthusiasm. With his cock still spurting seed, she let him drop to the ground on his side, and whilst still grimacing below the hood in the dying throes of his orgasm, she drew her sabre and brought it down hard, removing his head with a pleasure that brought her close to orgasm. Madam Hortense Barber watched with an intense satisfaction of her own, as the crowd of normally orderly women were moved to a point of near hysterical pleasure in seeing the severed head spiral off as justice was served, not noticing one woman in particular, who burst into a deeply rewarding and sadistically enhanced orgasm, on the athletic woman holding the severed head high with a righteous smile. The severance of that hooded head in utter defeat, awarding her and the victorious woman a spiteful and deserved pleasure beyond any that the rest of the remind crowd could know.

The lusty debacle of the Gauntlet went on for more than two hours, in which more than two score of penitent males were dispatched, each individual’s execution giving one or more women in the audience a special pleasure, the whole result, awarding the new order of womanhood a sordidly pleasing removal of some items of unwanted masculinity. Thora Devere’s lust and enthusiasm to own the ginger girl and the teased former owner as exhibits for her new venture, grew with each dispatching of masculinity upon the gallows by her; not one failing to stain the boards with their semen on being dealt with by the youthful and chubby ginger Georgina, the more mature the victim, the greater the issue of hot seed in defeat, the masochistic pleasure of being humiliated by a mere girl, a final submissive pleasure beyond anything. The flick of her eyes in utter contempt toward the male leashed at the post, with every dispatching, having Thora all the more ardent in her quest to own them both ... and having her cunt tingle incessantly in the want to see her perform with him before a fresh crowd of womanhood. She also had an ace up her sleeve in that quest to own the pair, and two of her friends were arriving with it tomorrow.

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The hotel complex within the park wasn’t particularly large, but was full with female arrivals, some were women staying in order to enjoy repeat performances, the nearest motels and dingy hostels which had not seen visitors in some time, now thrived, and were readily snapped up by female entrepreneurs, many of the previously male proprietors disappearing under mysterious but uninvestigated circumstances. Either way, it was with a smug smile that the strict and efficient Norma Greer approached Hortense on the morning that Tanner was to know the pleasure of the rope in humiliation once more.

“I think we’re going to need a bigger hotel, there’s such a demand for the park...” Hortense grinned, equally smugly.

“We’ll have to look into it, but we don’t want to spoil the certain homely charm the place has, with anything too big.” Norma laughed cynically at her dark humour, then pursed her lips.

“There’s someone to see you, a lady with a business proposition ... regarding Tanner.” Hortense’s cunt tingled at anyone having the nerve to muscle in on her business, but was also a little intrigued.

“Oh do let her in, let’s see what she has to say.” She sat cross-legged in the chair that was once Tanner’s, and smiled at the prim and mature woman who entered, an immediate air of confidence emanating from her, matching that of Hortense’s. The owner of Punishment Park guessed that like her, this was a woman who thoroughly enjoyed dominating males.

“Good morning Ms Barber, my name’s Thora, Thora Devere. I have a mobile attraction similar to your park in the offing ... of course, I’ll be sure not to compete with you in any way ... but I’d like to take Tanner, and the ginger girl off your hands, as soon as your crowds have tired of him of course ... just name your price.” Hortense smirked, as if to feign there being no chance of any sale, but her thoughts did take in the possibility. She knew the novelty of seeing the usurped male owner taken close to death in raw humiliation, would wain with an audience craving the sadistic pleasure of the genuine snuffings of males that the park offered ... and the pleasure she’d get in selling him off to another woman, as an unwanted sideshow from the park he’d created, a sweetly humiliating experience for him, would be a tart pleasure indeed. Thora noted the look in her eyes, that the possibility might be there ... then played her ace card.

“ ... just name your price ... and I have something to exchange which might have you see things my way.” She picked out her phone from her bag, and flicked a number.