Chapter 7

Hortense watched with sadistic pleasure as the naked Brigham was thrashed to tears by one of the girls she’d favoured from those captured by Tanner, and kept as a pet for those days when the whim of dominating a submissive female pleased her. She was more than pleased to see how the girl took to dominating males, however naturally subservient she was to her Mistress ... and the broken sighs and pleasured grimaces that Brigham made through his tears, showed he was thoroughly appreciative of her spiteful angst too. The senior redhead’s mature cunt and anus tingled furtively as she lay back on the grandiose bed, both ripe for the attentions of the tongue of a male she’d long despised, and one who’d know the sharper edge of her most sadistic cruelties and humiliations ... till that ultimate pleasure of seeing him hanged high before an enthusiastic audience of femininity took her whim.

That final pleasure awaiting Brigham, was a long and painful way away though. At 60 years of age, the sex drive of the plump and sternly attractive woman was as acute as it had ever been, and the capture of this cur who’d cheated her and would now pay dearly, had her smoothly shaven cunt ripe with the potency of sadistic sexual arousal. Brigham’s masochism would suit her spite well, he’d been thoroughly broken to the pleasures of serving feminity by Thora Devere and her girls, and the intent in Madam Hortense’s eyes had his cock bone achingly as she enjoyed watching the girl thrash him, his cock pulsing a globule of pre-cum which hung from his bell like a silken thread, on seeing the woman he so yearned to be punished by, draw her broad thighs back to show him the cunt and anus that had been pleasured orally by many a submissive or defeated male, and motion to her girl, with a sultry sigh to her tone.

“We’ll have him up here now my pet ... time for him to taste me ... as well as your cane.” The blonde girl sneered as she poked him with the cane, her nubile body glowing with the efforts of her sadism, her jealousy already building on knowing she’d witness the cur lick and lap at the cunt and anus she so adored worshipping. That jealousy would serve her well, and Brigham would feel it, as she posed by the bed with the spitefully flexible rod while he scurried willingly toward his moist and fragrant prizes. Hortense sneered with smug satisfaction, and a lusty contempt, as he made himself prone just short of the lush folds of mature flesh she knew he longed to serve, but daren’t approach without being given explicit permission from the woman who now owned him.

“That’s it, you have a damn good sniff first ... sniff at how aroused I am at owning you ... sniff hard at the scent of your defeat, and know that each lick of my cunt may be your last...” She watched him snort and sniff at her spice, bucking and thrusting at the bedding, as her pet flicked the cane impatiently. She’d dominated countless males in her time, and disposed of more than she cared to remember, but the prospective torture, humiliation ... and eventual snuffing of this one, had all her erogenous zones buzzing with a sexual arousal fired by spiteful anticipation. Most of the males she’d taken the erotic pleasure of killing, had been at a sexual whim, or in swift retribution for some recent misdemeanor. This one had irked her badly, taunted her, escaped her vengeance over a long period of time, and had periodically teased and irritated her memory of his fraudulent swindling whenever something reminded her of it ... and he was going to pay dearly for it. Her clitoris poked hard as his nose went close to its moist protrusion.

“ ... you know you’ve earned the noose, and you never know just when I’ll be done with you, and have you displayed on high ... but rest assured it’s going to happen, and that’ll be my greatest pleasure...” She sighed as he sniffed at her arousal, then pointed to her cunt with an air of pompous authority.

“Lick! ... taste your defeat whilst you’re whipped!” She hauled her broad thighs back and clutched at her ankles, away from the arc of her pet’s cane, as the jealous girl let Brigham’s flesh know her thoughts, the pain of being thrashed by a mere girl, combined with being held to the task of licking the glorious mound of a mature woman’s cunt, the sight of its beautifully puffy labia and rich spicy scent, having him wallow into a masochistic heaven. Hortense’s taunting words saw to it that he thrust his erect cock at the bedding, the delicious sound of the cane’s repeated descent adding to its blissful stimulation as his lapped at her cunt, longing to know the sweet humiliation of the noose he’d been promised, and as Hortense quickly burst into her first triumphal orgasm, her pet had him know her jealousy with spiteful aplomb. With that noose so vividly etched on his mind, he sank into a submissive oblivion as he shot his mess to the sheets in pure ecstasy.

Tanner’s cock resumed a keen erection as soon as he recovered consciousness, hearing the wild and appreciative applause of the feminine crowd, from with the coffin on the cart into which his apparently lifeless body had been slumped into without dignity, having disgraced himself upon the rope whilst mocked with utter contempt by femininity. Thora’s cunt was ripe for knowing the worship of her new asset-to-be, the thrill of seeing males humiliated on a rope before an eager feminine audience, a sexual pleasure she’d never tire of, and one that the male now incarcerated in his show coffin, and the ginger girl who rode in triumph with her foot on it, would have that pleasure increase tenfold ... especially when Georgina would reveal to her, the utmost and darkest pleasure she yearned to witness upon the gallows.

No-one other than Hortense was as pleased as Norma was in seeing what Brigham had been further reduced too. She could see the raw sexual excitement in the mature woman’s eyes as she lef her knew prize out in public for the first time, she acknowledged the passing coffin and the proud ginger girl with foot victoriously on it, with her own proudly victorious smile, as she led the naked and defeated male on all fours to be paraded before the feminine audience eagerly awaiting the next event on the screens ... and to have him see something else.

Norma’s cunt bulged with a spitefully satisfied arousal on viewing the delicious contrast between victorious woman and vanquished male; she, almost in evening dress, a long black dress with slit at one side, revealing a broad thigh which led the eye down her leg to tall heels. Her serene and pompous look parodied that of the lowly and beaten Brigham, under her absolute control on leash, his nakedness emphasised by the fresh and raw striping of his flesh, the cane weals glowing across his cheeks from which an ass like tail swung too and fro from a generous butt plug he’d been honoured with. Norma’s cunt tingled on knowing the immensely rewarding, and deeply submissive pleasure that simple device would be awarding him; patently aware that his eventual death at her hands was to be her ultimate pleasure, the rude plug held his anus wide, manufacturing a synthetic state of fear. the bulbous front end massaged his prostate with every movement, awarding him further lush pleasure, and giving him a permanent reminder that he was the defeated and dominated property of a woman.

As they approached her, Hortense’s serene smile of satisfaction indicated that she’d been recently sated sexually by his worshipping of her, and a further tingle assailed the strict and secretarial woman’s cunt on noting his mouth was smartly ball-gagged, no opinion, plea, or begging for mercy allowed, his eyes red about the sockets where he’d been reduced to crying like a girl in utter humiliation when thrashed thoroughly, those eyes now looking to her with a curious look of pleasure in masochism ... almost excited to see her, excited at the prospect of further humiliation. Nor a cackled audibly, fuelling his pathetic pleasure, on sent that the asses tail swept across balls that were tightly ringed, a component of the cruel cage which held his cock in a miniscule and downward curved chamber, a cock which she knew would be rudely and rigidly erect at his situation, if not thwarted by Hortense’s cruel whim. Hortense grinned as Norma squatted and ran her fingers under the restrictive device, feeling it slimy with the dribbles of his abundant lubrication, permanently desperate to know ejaculation by stimulation, denied him by it so cruelly.

“Oh yes Norma my dear, he’ll not be given the chance to masturbate ... he’ll do so, only when. I deem it necessary for his humiliation...” She tugged at his leash as she lifted her head and gave a whimsical smile into the direction in which they were headed.

“ ... and those occasions will be very few indeed!” Norma watched his eyes strain to see what was beyond the hill, from where the excited hub-ub of a feminine crowd was now audible. She knew he’d have guessed that it wasn’t just the lush humiliation of being shown on a leash to smugly appreciative women, that plug would prove its worth when he actually saw the device which was to be his ultimate destiny; the masochistic pleasure of it would have him want to defecate in awe of the pleasure he’d know upon it ... and she was as eager as Hortense to see his reaction, the pleasure of taunting him with it, so blissfully justifiable. Hortense seemed to read her mind, breaking into a strut, having Brigham scamper in obedience alongside her.

“Come Norma, let us introduce my new pet to some of our favoured associates ... and to other pleasures.” Norma looked furtively back at the cart disappearing round by the administration buildings; she also longed to see Tanner’s reaction to the news of his sale too; once again, Hortense was ahead of her.

“Oh don’t worry Norma dear, I’ve given instructions that Tanner stay neatly boxed till I return ... he can wait, and the extra time in his cosy accommodation will get him used to where he’ll be permanently, long before his natural life expectancy is up.” Brigham’s cock pulsed hard in its emasculating confinement as her regal smile then turned to him, as the edge of one of the grandstands came into sight, those women not totally absorbed by the debacle of masculine punishments upon the screen, offering applause to her approach, and making more and more aware of the entrance of the owner with another defeated male ... knowing he must be of special interest to be awarded personal attention by her. Her smile, and the growing attentions of femininity lusting to enjoy his humiliation from one side of the arena, and the roar of approval on a male on the screens being beheaded, distracted him a little from what lay within its centre, but as Hortense led him into full view of the crowd, he excited her cunt by faltering on the leash.

Both Hortense and Norma flushed with a wave of intensely sadistic pleasure, as Brigham gasped at the now taut leash on taking in the stark yet sordidly inviting gallows on which he’d please womanhood with his death. Though already made patently aware that his hanging was to be Hortense’s ultimate pleasure where he was concerned, the actual sight of the stern structure on which he’d die, shocked him ... and gave him a masochistic thrill like no other, the string of sticky pre-cum which hung from the slot of his confining cock cage, was broken by a stream of piss as he emptied his bladder to the dust involuntarily, gripped by a mixture of fear and intense masochistic pleasure. Thoroughly broken by Thora and her girls, he could now not get enough of being dominated and humiliated by womanhood, and now in the clutches of a woman who’d appease that pleasure in the extreme, he now knew the noose that would be his by her hand, as the piss streamed from his cock.