Chapter 8

Malika gasped with erotic pleasure as the slave licked at her cunt, his rasping tongue ensuring she achieved ultimate pleasure before he knew the divine pleasure of being beheaded by a woman. He knew this was to be his fate, as the heads of fellow slaves lay smiling serenely up from a gully which ran by Hania’s palatial residence ... just above a beach where other male slaves and illicit traders, rivals in the dark trades practiced by Hania, caught by stealth by the promise of sex by her agents ... and certain unwanted husbands, awaited a torment which would linger much longer than the stroke of a blade.

Malika was now among the confidants of Hania, and was enjoying the hedonistic side to their lifestyles, the antithesis of which, would see her know the tongue of Doleman at her cunt once more ... something her present obliger wouldn’t know again, nor the taste of any other woman’s cunt for that matter. Malika lifted her gracious thighs back, and groaned into a lusty ecstasy as she viewed the already severed heads, and knew the slave who now lapped frantically at her clitoris as she came so satisfyingly, longed to know the eternal freedom the blade would grant him in joining those heads. Her lust for the sheer pleasure in the disposal of masculinity had blossomed since being in the company of Hania and her associates, and her stupefied smile at the executrix who stood waiting eagerly with her scimitar, confirmed it to all who watched and applauded her orgasm.

Fulfilled by her obliger, she showed him no thanks or courtesy as she pulled the material of her long black dress down to cover her legs once more, simply sighed and pointed him to ground by the gully. He quivered on his knees, naked with hands bound behind his back, Malika and those women excited enough to gather around for a close view of his death, leered at his standing erection with contempt, an erection which would not know the relief by stimulation he desired, an erection which dribbled pre-cum in the lust to know death in submissive pleasure at the hand of a woman. The executrix stepped up, dressed in tight black silks to emphasise her femininity, her nipples poked hard with excitement, her camel-toe in the Arabian style slack she wore, wet with arousal as she lifted the sword and smiled curtly.

“Are you ready for death you cur?” The slave gasped and nodded his head in approval of knowing the blade, then brought the audience of women into a delighted rapture, as he almost convulsed on his knees ... and shot a wad of hot semen from his standing cock in a spontaneous orgasm. The executrix sneered with a mixture of contempt and smug satisfaction at his shameful lust to be ended by her, and without further hesitation, flexed her lithe figure as she brought the scimitar down swiftly in a graceful arc ... taking his head off cleanly, to the applause and cheers of the feminine onlookers.

Malika sighed with sadistic pleasure as the head rolled off into the gully, displaying a fixed look of having been held in eternal ecstasy, whilst the headless body slumped into a heap ... still ejaculating semen for a few moments after the head had gone, in blissful surrender. Many of the women sat fingering their cunts at the delicious debacle, the executrix gratefully receiving applause from others, at providing such an exquisite performance, as Malika stood and made her way over to Hania, who stood amongst a smiling group facing the beach, a spot to where every woman there now headed. Hania greeted her with a smile, as did Madams, Rabia, Wasfia, Ghabra, women she’d now become more than familiar with; each intent on the overthrow of Fatima on Marahwah. Hania took her arm.

“I do hope you enjoyed that, I know everyone who saw it did!...” She drew her forward slightly, ensuring she had a good view of the beach below.

“ ... you’re just in time to witness another pleasure ... the sea is wonderfully calm today...” She sighed with spiteful pleasure, her cunt tingling, as was Malika’s, on looking down at the beach.

“ ... a calm sea and the tide so swift here ... perfect for a deserving end for these pathetic objects!” On the beach below, and being taunted by a few strutting women, the heads of males wriggled their necks from bodies buried in the sand, their terrified looks, tormented by the women occasionally kicking sand at them. Malika’s cunt swelled with the want for another orgasm, on hearing the comment made by one of those women, arrogantly kicking sand as the water drew closer with each wave.

“Don’t you worry, the sea will soon clean the sand off!” The heads of slaves, rivals ... and unwanted husbands, there by dubious arrangement and watched by wives eager to become widows, wriggled in a futile attempt to escape the slow death which crept ever closer. Hania grinned with satisfaction at the spectacle, turning to Malika and the others, as a group of mature women, their faces released from the usual burkas, their expressions of joyous hatred seen clearly from their open hijabs, goaded and jeered.

“Their husbands...” She pointed to a row of three in the middle.

“ ... are bound and enveloped in latex shrouds ... you know, that flexible and waterproof stuff, recently here in plentiful supply from the Americas?” Malika smirked, she’d seen the soft and rubbery material, liked the feel of it, and had wondered if clothing could be made of it. Hania grinned spitefully.

“ ... as it’s waterproof, the widow’s will have the pleasure of knowing if their late husbands disgraced themselves, after the deed is done and we’ve all had the pleasure of their, more than justified, deaths. It will give them the ultimate pleasure to discover they’ll ALL have spent in submission prior to death ... before their corpses are then weighted and tossed to the sea from the quay for the fish to devour.” Malika watched, her cunt tingling, as one of the women on the beach, a wife soon to become widow, lifted her black robes and paddled ankle deep in the incoming tide, to emphasise to her chosen head, how close he was to the death, her pleasure in it, having the face contort in an unmistakable expression, having all that saw it jeer with contempt. Hania smirked with satisfaction.