Chapter 9

Nothing could detract from Madam Hortense Barber’s haughty sense of absolute victory over masculinity, as she led the quivering and naked Brigham leashed and on all fours down to the gallows to hang for her pleasure, not even the gaudy cart, drawn close to the wicked scaffold on which the leashed cur was to be displayed, his erection displaying his pathetic lust to be taunted on the rope with deserved justification by the magnificent woman leading him to it, that erection pulsing and his anus gripping the plug which would prevent his defecation when Hortense’s ultimate pleasure was appeased ... with spiteful and sincere satisfaction.

Brigham had cheated and taunted Madam Barber prior to being caught, and duly taught his place below womanhood by Madam Thora Devere, and was therefore to be made an example of before the eyes of every woman there. Those women having had the delightful distraction of viewing the park’s former owner, displayed in humiliation in the gaudy cart, his head and face protruding from his bound confinement, unable to escape either the mocking humiliation cast upon him, or the servicing of many cunts and anuses with his tongue ... a blissfully submissive situation which had seen him send his seed to the latex lining already, much to the taunting pleasure of Thora, she now uniformed as per her assistants and proudly directing an unending queue of eager women to her exhibit.

Tanner’s would be the only male eyes witnessing Hortense’s absolute and eternal victory over Brigham, and the lusty Georgina’s final pleasure of the gallows at the park he’d created, in exacting due and justified punishment over another worthless item of masculinity. After Brigham had been enjoyed by her and left to hang in shame whilst satisfied femininity posed for pictures, he’d then be led away from the park in utter humiliation, on Georgina joining he and Thora’s troupe for a life of being exhibited upon a mobile gallows, his last view of the park he’d created - or so he thought - from a display cart which would see him ridiculed and used by femininity nationally.

Brigham’s crushed and defeated mind, rode the crest of submissive desire and wanting, as the gallows he’d know in earnest came into sight, his eyes taking in the gaunt structure on which the woman leading him there would see him hanged, the eyes of the massed women there now focusing on him from the tall seating areas which would ensure they’d not miss any aspect of his humiliation on the rope, and diverting those eyes which had viewed the contents of the display cart so tauntingly. His cock boned rigid and dribbled pre-cum, his high pitched sigh of defeated resignation through the gag on seeing the pleasure in every one of those eyes, exciting Hortense’s spiteful sadism to a lush peak, and her cunt to a tingling moistness as she tugged on his leash.

Yes Brigham, there’s no escaping it now ... and just look at the delighted anticipation that every woman here shows, in seeing you get what you’ve earned yourself...” Her haughty dominance took control of her for a moment, and she flicked the exposed cheeks of his buttocks with her whip, almost involuntarily and through the lust for sheer spite, bringing applause from the feminine crowd as they drew ever nearer.

“ ... oh yes, you’ll get just what you deserve today ... and I’m going to savour every moment of your humiliation!” She laughed cynically, as Brigham faltered on the leash a little, as a whipping frame he was more than familiar with, was wheeled out from behind one of the stands by Clara and the eternally strict Norma Greer, a furled bullwhip hanging from a broad belt tightly adorning her waist. Hortense sneered at Brigham’s whimpering reluctance to go forward as Norma unfurled the whip with a curt and longing smile, whilst Clara saw to it that the frame was lowered from its wheels by a crank, to have it rest nice and stable with the delicious vista of the gallows before it.

Hortense’s clitoris poked hard in triumphal arousal as she enjoyed his whimpering. She knew the delay in his knowing the rope would be an ironic disappointment to him, but also knew the sight of that braided leather bullwhip, its long long length making a delicious sound and bringing a stinging pain he was also so familiar with, would also excite his masochism too. His cock perked and pulsed in the need to shoot its mess in utter surrender as Norma had the unfurled whip snake across the dusty ground, while applause rang out as several women left their seats, and strode eagerly toward the frame. Hortense laughed sneeringly as Clara also approached with something in her hands, his dominant owner enjoying every moment to the full now.

“You’ll be made to savour the gallows too, my pet ... I know you already crave the caress of the noose, but believe me, you’ll be begging to know its grip ... if you weren’t gagged of course...” That gag knew a gasp of submissive despair as Hortense took great pleasure in hauling back onto his haunches, the approaching troupe of women delighted to see his pathetic cock standing high with the masochistic lust to be snuffed on the rope, sleeved with the object held by a smiling Clara. The double sleeved device which consumed his erect cock and was then tied about his waist with a belt, was filled with a numbing gel, the inner sleeve moving in unison with any movement of his cock, denying him any stimulation whatsoever. Hortense sneered with satisfaction as the gagged pet stared down at the device in bewilderment.

“You’ll not surrender your cream under the whip, as much as you’d love to, oh no ... you’ll save it for the rope...” She sighed with sadistic pleasure at his torment, her cunt wet with arousal as she pulled the leash nice and taut about his neck.

“ ... but you’ll enjoy the full pleasure of the ship’s bite though ... you’ll have to rely on the feel of that plug as your anus grips it in fear, and the tingling of your balls in shame as you’re reduced to tears...” Her dominant haughtiness peaked as she watched him shiver at the thought of that whip, and the tears he’d be reduced to in utter humiliation.

“ ... and how you’ll welcome the grip of that rope ... once the whip from all these ladies has made you nice and ready for it!” She jerked his head up with the leash, and laughed cynically at his gasp of wonderment as Norma passed the whip to a woman he recognised from the past, Madam Barbara, the last woman he’d cheated, and who’d seen to his downfall. She sneered with pleasure as her hands gripped the handle of the whip, Brigham’s cock pulsing in the sleeve, attempting to find the stimulation he was cruelly denied as he watched her manicured fingers squeeze at the braided leather demon.

“I’d thought that seeing you dominated by Thora was all the satisfaction I’d require, but you can imagine my delight when told you were to hang...” She flicked the whip impatiently, her cunt hot with arousal at the spectacle to come.

“ ... I can’t wait to see you suffer on the rope!” Thora and the other women waiting their turn to use the bullwhip on him, chuckled their pleasure at her enthusiasm as Brigham squirmed on the leash in a moment of masochistic ectasy on her voice and appearance taking him back to the cocksure and arrogant make he once was ... and the dominated cur he now was, all due to his fateful meeting with her. Hortense elaborated cruelly on what she knew he’d be thinking as she relaxed the leash and pointed him to Barbara’s feet.

“We thought it so appropriate that we contact the woman who made today’s pleasure possible, and that she be the first to whip you before you hang ... now kiss the feet of the woman who’s allowed you the pleasure of hanging for me.” Brigham’s cock throbbed lustily in the numbing sleeve at the laughter which echoed through his ears, on his grovelling without hesitation at the feet of the woman who’d ensured his death on the rope, his anus tingling wildly as it gripped the plug, longing to be whipped by her ... then see her pleasure as he jiggered on the rope to his death. The contempt of the women at his masochistic pleasure in worshipping Barbara’s feet, had them all impatient to use the whip on him in earnest, none more than Hortense, who tugged him to the frame when she deemed he’d humiliated himself sufficiently, and would now enjoy the whip.

Tanner’s cock had no such restriction as per Brigham’s, the eternal bondage imposed upon him by womanhood, symbolised and experienced exquisitely by his confinement within the coffin-like box, on display for the endless ridicule of femininity, allowed him to squirm and thrust his cock in submissive pleasure. And as he took in the sheer pomp and majesty of the Haughty Madam Hortense Barber, the woman who’d taken complete control of him, humiliated him, owned him, and now disposed of him, he viewed with submissive jealousy, her spiteful enjoyment in belittling and taunting her soon to be hanged pet. As Madam Barbara drew back the bullwhip, the smug contentment on Hortense’s face, at the misery her pet was to suffer, had him shoot his seed to the latex in bound and blissful ecstasy, knowing the discovery of the seed by Thora, would result in his being whipped too ... and he was shortly to see just how expertly she’d use it on him.

Brigham cursed the state of impotence awarded him by the denying sleeve as he was tied to the frame, but a lush sense of pure masochism teased his balls and anus as he studied the gallows he’d soon know, his head buckled into a collar which ensured he enjoyed that vista, and held him to the obedience of the whip. The other women gave Barbara room to apply punishment, and her smile of wicked contentment wax evident to all as she tested the whip’s extensive reach and venous potential, the resounding crack as it split the air, making her cunt hot for the task ... Brigham’s squirming at the frame in fear at the delicious sound, bring her clitoris up hard and tingling, her spite for him as ardent as any other woman there. With the just and curt pride of exhibiting her dominance, she unleashed the whip upon his flesh, his whine of pain through the gag as the serpentine demon wrapped itself about his flesh, drowned out by the roar of feminine delight from the crowd, having Brigham know his agony before death was thoroughly appreciated.

Their delight was enhanced exquisitely by Brigham being brought swiftly to tears, his pathetic snivelling only provoking more vigorous use of the lengthy whip by the women, in justly appeasing their hot desires for revenge, before seeing his deservedly striped body displayed on the awaiting rope. Tanner squirmed and sighed in the mess he’d already shot, its premature release not detracting from his submissive pleasure and masochistic yearning, as he watched Thora Devere, his new owner, exact her wanton sadism with the whip upon Brigham ... her eyes turning toward the display cart with a sordid smile meant for one person only, as she showed its occupant both her prowess, and thorough enjoyment of using the whip on submissive masculinity, Tanner’s responsive gaze at the graceful movement of her hips and tight waisted torso, telling her he longed to know her sadistic attentions with it, she knowing inspection of the latex within his confinement would fully justify it.

Tanner was fully erect once more, by the time Thora had sated her sadism, in part anyhow, upon the weeping Brigham, and the whip had been passed to the youthful Georgina. As ever, resplendent in her nakedness, the youthful ginger girl who’d have the pleasure of noosing the freshly whipped male, was viewed with erotic irony by Tanner, the circumstances of her arrival at the park as his slave, only for the reverse to now apply, bringing a bitingly cruel and lusty edge to his sense of submission. He had already suffered her partiality to the whip, and knew that Thora would enjoy having her prodigy demonstrate that pleasure again, as he was humiliated on the travels to come.

At last, the magnificently dominant Hortense showed the snivelling cur her Ire with the whip, the ultimate agonies she awarded his flesh, emphasising her absolute power over him, and the sheer bliss of her revenge. Already thoroughly broken by the tortuous experience, Hortense made sure that the bites of the whip she delivered, had him weeping openly ... and lusting for the noose that every woman there longed to see the cur wear so deservedly. The feminine audience applauded wildly with anticipation, as the weeping wretch was loosed from the frame, to grovel at the sneering redhead’s feet, the red weals so vivid across his back and buttocks as he kissed her feet in thanks for having him humiliated so resoundingly.

The jeers from the crowd echoed about the gallows arena, as a smiling Clara undid the belt which had the sleeve deny him the pleasure of stimulation, and they saw his cock stand rigid with the perverse pleasure of being made an example of, Hortense delighting in pulling him up on the leash to have them all witness his boning erection and his open weeping at being broken so deservedly.

“You’ll hang for my pleasure now ... enough of these delays ... I want to see you suffer on the rope!” The applauding women mocked his stiffly wagging cock as he was led on all fours up the steps to know his death upon the gallows, Hortense, Norma, Clara, and Georgina laughing openly at his lack of resistance and eagerness at having his ankles bound and his wrists tied behind his back by Thora’s uniformed maids. Hortense savoured the moment, at what the quivering and beaten male who’d been so arrogant when he’d cheated her, had been reduced to. Her contempt for him doubled, on seeing his erect cock pulse and perk as Georgina slipped the noose over his head, and he felt the lusty embrace of the rope which would slowly snuff him, for the first time.

Her cunt tingled incessantly as the rope was pulled taut and Brigham was made to tip-toe precariously on the trap, naked, bound, gagged, anally plugged, and the pathetic tears he gave out now, not due to the stinging pain which still teased him as the sweat ran into the scores and lesions so generously left by the whip, but due to his being overwhelmed by the level of submission he now felt, about to die and immersed in the unanimous pleasure shown by the women in anticipating that darkly erotic act. His cock pulsed out a sticky thread of pre-cum, as Georgina, a mere girl about a third of his age, took immense pleasure in taunting him as she placed the slipknot directly behind his head, and slipped the noose tight, having him swallow hard at its caress.