Chapter 10

Doleman sniffed at the perfumes of Fatima’s cunt, after being treated to a gratuitous whipping by Qadira, the bulbous belly dancer’s flesh, shimmering with the exertions as she delighted in the routine of showing the white Western male the whip, just for good measure, to ensure he knew his place below the women of Marahwah, not least the woman whose cunt he now sniffed at through tearful eyes, in readiness to lick its juices when given the command. Fatima’s cruel pleasure in seeing him whipped was confirmed by the juiced arousal of her cunt, which she’d bared for his service, pulling up her black robes after enjoying his morning torment under the whip.

“Lick!” She sighed with contentment, Qadira smiling with her own satisfaction as the whipped and beaten male sampled his owner’s cunt in total obedience to her, his erection displayed in its rigid glory at having known the whip, and now knowing the scent and taste of his Mistress. Fatima’s morning orgasm arrived quickly, as he was put to good use, his pleasure in serving her that way, in utter submission, reinforcing the women’s spite and contempt for him, so pleasingly.

His Mistress suitably sated, he was then leashed and led out naked on all fours into the morning sun, the warmth of it, even at this early hour, teasing at his fresh weals from the whip as he was paraded in public by a sadistic Fatima, proud and eager to illustrate her dominance over a western male, his erection confirming he knew shameful pleasure in being subjected to the correct order of things. Doleman never tired of being shown for what he was like this, the gawking and sneering of burka and niqab black clad women, adding to their dark mystery, their obvious and wholesome pleasure in seeing a male openly dominated by a woman, when from a background where males ruled in the extreme, giving them a lush thrill, though many had been inhabitants of the feminine owned isle of Marahwah.

There was something in the air this morning, that had Doleman wanting to come more than ever, as he soaked up the sun and the blissfully cutting humiliation of being displayed with that day’s fresh whip marks which incurred the pleasure of the veiled female onlookers, as much as it incurred his rigid erection. He knew that every day, those women who made a point of being near where he was paraded from Fatima’s residence, where hoping that one morning he’d be led to a gallows or beheading arena, as that would award them a pleasure beyond all. But Fatima had no such intention; her Western prize was to suffer eternally, and was too valuable a token of her extreme dominance to her, to be allowed the pleasure of being snuffed on the rope, or have his head wheel in the dust wearing a serene smile. However, neither he, she, not Qadira who followed up with the very whip that had seen to his humiliation, could envisage what was to happen that day.

Those veiled women who’d hoped to see him displayed on high, rubbed at their cunts as Fatima led her prize up to one of the hillocks favoured by the local hangwomen, who advertised the merits of their equipment at every opportunity, a cut of things sold at the attraction of a hanging being granted to them, as well as a cut of whatever the condemned cur had in his possession, if anything. Those not in the know, became heatedly aroused below their black robes, on seeing the hangwomen in question, up on her gallows, toying with a noose from the stout beam, whilst Fatima chatted curtly with the Hangwoman’s assistant. Her smile down at Doleman, her face mooning with pleasure from her hijab, had some of those not in the know, swooning with sexual anticipation ... but the hangwoman’s selection of two further nooses to adorn the beam, had them disappointed. Fatima grinned with sadistic pleasure at Doleman herself.

“Well, it seems where to witness three slavers enjoy a pleasure which you’ll be denied ... just yet anyway!” Qadira laughed as the sound of a whip not unlike hers, heralded the high pitched feminine warbling of the crowd, as three naked and beleaguered males were led out, made to shuffle on their knees, ankles already loosely bound, wrists tied behind their backs, a rope at the neck joining all three in a humiliating procession which ensured beyond doubt any futile escape attempt, on their being led to know the price of intending to profit through female enslavement. They would now know the pleasure of femininity in their disposal.

Fatima smirked with a lust for what was to come; hangings of slavers and pirates were frequent on Marahwah, due to it’s position in the gulf seeing many of the passing traffic becoming the prey of the feminine buccaneers there, and it’s anonymity to most, meaning many in dark anti-feminine trades simply docked, never to leave again, but this event had extra spice ... the assistant telling Fatima of the especially cocky and misogynistic males, who’d alighted, cocksure and brazen about their cargo of bound females due to be sold into service on the mainland ... only to find that it was their last ever port of call. Fatima’s cunt oozed at the sound of that whip, which held a very special tone indeed, as a naked and bold black woman saw to it that each of the three knew equal tastes of her lash as they were led in humiliation to their deaths high on display.

“The woman with the whip was part of their cargo, used and abused by them on the voyage ... just look at her pleasure in using that whip ... and look at those cur’s cocks!” Doleman looked on, almost envious of their fate, on seeing each of the three males bore rigid erections at the prospect of knowing the gallows ... though he reasoned their pleasure would be swift in comparison to the extended suffering he was now doomed to. The hangwoman’s assistant took immense pleasure in explaining their erotic pleasure as seeing the nooses made ready for them.

“They were captured three weeks ago, and have suffered intense tortures and plied with potions since that day ... they’ve been put to good use by both the guards and some of the women they’d held captive ... the big black woman in particular...” She sighed with spiteful pleasure as the woman in question rippled her physique on using the whip, the silky brown flesh of her ample buttocks and breasts shimmering in the sun as she unleashed the whip with pert vigour.

“ ... they found to their costs that the African woman is naturally dominant, and their treatment has been such that they’ve virtually forgotten everything that occurred before the three weeks, and have been taught absolute submission to womanhood, now believing their display on the gallows in appeasing womanhood has always been their purpose in life ... each shuffling step toward the smiling Hangwoman has their cocks perk higher!” The warbling intensified with their laboured but eager ascent of the gallows steps, each of the three urged up toward their deaths with unrelenting service of the whip by the black woman, her cunt hot with arousal in anticipation of seeing them dance for her pleasure.

Another similarly sized dhow had berthed the day before, and it’s compliment of burka wearing women had drawn no attention but the smiles that might be seen from those wearing him hijabs at the fact that some of the more slender women seemed to be under the control of the plumper and more senior ones. Whilst enslavement of women by males was abhorred and routinely dealt with the strictest of reprisals, the usage of submissive women by others on Marahwah was commonly practiced; those with lesbian tendencies enjoying a flourishing market in younger women who’d know their double-ended dildos. Though being smiled at smugly as though chattels of the plumper women, had some of them aroused with the idea as they followed in apparently meek obedience, Hania’s assassins were anything but slaves beneath their burkas.

Having already secured lodgings at a woman’s residence who favoured Hania’s accession to Fatima’s position, the women were out in the hope of assessing Fatima’s vulnerability due to her own arrogance, and making their move immediately the chance was there. They too, had been drawn to the hanging by the hubbub from the opposite side to Fatima ... and we’re as excited as any of the other women there on seeing the males whipped up to the gallows, their erections adding to their humiliation in having every woman there know that they’d been broken to complete submission by womanhood, and now lusted to know the epitome of masochism before a thrilled audience of femininity. Hania smirked beneath her veil with erotic pleasure at the shameful procession, and the black woman’s prowess with the whip.

“See how the regime here makes good sport of masculinity, Malika ... that’s something I won’t be changing.” The watching newcomers enjoyed the intensity of the warbling crowd, the high pitched sound of femininity, adding to the eroticism of the deed, as the gagged males were freed of the tether at their necks which saw them go to their place of death together ... only to be noosed, their cocks perking high as the slipknot’s were secured carefully by the smiling Hangwoman while their ankles were bound tightly from the shuffling tether they’d been allowed. Across the arena, so far unseen by Malika and the others, Doleman’s eyes surveyed the black beauty, still cracking her whip, now with an air of despondency, her victims now deservedly readied for the drop, and she lusting for further use of that whip on male flesh. Fatima noted his erection pulse longingly at the lusty cracks of the whip by the dominant African woman.

“See how she’s enjoyed whipping Arab flesh, my pet ... imagine how vigorously she’d use it on a white male ... I think we’d all like to see that!” The African woman however, was as per all the other women there at that moment; preoccupied with the lush promise of seeing three males hanged for their pleasure, she strutting impatiently with her whip, eyes conveying their lust to see them writhe on the ropes to the three gagged and helpless males. Each drawn to tiptoe with eager enthusiasm by the Assistant, the Hangwoman wasted no further time ... and with a smile of pert satisfaction, jarred the lever back and had the trap drop away with a resounding crash.

Treated to the pleasures of a short drop hanging, the three males knew the unanimous and intense delight of every woman there as they were rewarded with the unforgiving grip of the nooses, the sheer rapture and volume of ecstasy giving out in warbling, applause, and cheering, ensured the males were rewarded with an exquisite level of humiliation as they writhed in an ecstasy of their own in getting just what they’d deserved, their cocks boning in the lust to know that final disgrace as they enjoyed the ultimate feminine domination over them. Awarded no element of dignity or pity from the women, the Hangwoman and her assistant took immense pleasure in their work, hoisting the wriggling and defeated males high on display, ensuring the gagged males took in the pleasure of every woman there, and every woman there could thoroughly enjoy their lingering deaths as they jerked and fought for breath to prolong the bliss of their humiliation.

Malika, Hania, and the other women, swooned and sighed with wicked pleasure at being treated to such a rewarding aperitif to their day, their curt pleasure reinforced by those cocks poking hard and erect in the erotic delight of masochism, confirming in their smug minds what they knew was true of all men; that femininity was the superior sex, and all males ceded that knowledge inside, and lusted for it. Malika’s smile broadened as the jerking males began to pirouette and arch their backs stiffly as they were choked ... alerting her to a lusty sight she’d witnessed before when viewing hangings on the mainland.

“They’re going to come! ... I can’t wait!” Hania smiled as she rubbed at her cunt, the mature woman sighing and doing likewise, as did most of the women there, as though urging a final disgrace from the hanged males with their sexual excitement.

Had those males been down where Doleman was, kneeling naked and leashed, erect himself at the sight, and delight of the women, they’d have been treated to the teasing scent of feminine arousal which permeated the humid morning air and graced his nose, Fatima and Qadira joining in with the plethora of black cloaked women surrounding him, in rubbing lustily at their poking clitorises through material now wet with arousal. The three wretches didn’t need the rich scent of aroused cunts to tip them over the edge though, the deliciously erotic climax to their lives in their deaths being made a spectacle of by womanhood, for the sexual enjoyment of womanhood, had them duly surrender their seed in an ecstasy like no other.