Chapter 9

Doleman was now unable to control his darkest desires and wanton excitement at the sexual debacles arranged by Fatima, and today was no exception ... other than the depth of depravity involved in the pageant. He erected hard as he knelt in a prominent position close to the woman who now owned him, watching five white shrouded females cowering under the hot sun before the multiple gallows they’d know, a baying and warbling crowd of vindictive and excited femininity eagerly watching the male slaves of those women’s household being dealt with before the main event. The gallows were reserved for the women that day, but their enslaved male properties would not escape death just the same.

Arranged on leather mats upon the sand, the males bound at the ankles and with wrists tied at their backs, thrust their cocks in sexual urgency as they watched the first treated to the scent and taste of Qadira’s globular backside, whilst whipped savagely, but wth proud arrogance and sadistic grace, by Fatima. The warbling of the feminine onlookers intensified, on each male inevitably moaning in submissive ecstasy as they willingly shot their loads to the mat, teased there by the taste of Qadira’s ample anus and Fatima’s biting whip. That warbling reached a crescendo as a smiling Qadira moved her lusciously proportioned body to the next mat and male, as the former wriggled in his own mess, and still with the lush scent of the big woman teasing his memory, Fatima’s whip was exchanged for a scimitar.

Coleman’s cock pulsed with a dark jealously as a sneering Fatima lifted the blade high, and with an expression of tart satisfaction, took the spent male’s head clean off with an expert cut of the scimitar, having her audience delirious with pleasure as the severed head rolled into the sand, eyes blinking, the general expression one of perverse contentment. Each of the males duly spunked out their last to whip and globular backside, and were rewarded with a swift death for it, their severed heads a source of great amusement to the feminine crowd, some toeing them with a sneer, whilst the previous female owners looked on, awaiting their fate.

His dark arousal continued, unable to avoid erecting as yet another plotter against Fatima, squealed pitifully as she was arranged before the platform which would shortly be removed from beneath her, with four of her intimate female servants ... to be hanged after being thoroughly tortured to disclose all they knew. And not as per the swift dispatches of Fatima’s male victims, they were not allowed the length of rope which would ensure their delicate necks were broken, and a swift death ensuing, they were to be rewarded with the lush strangulation of the short drop ... each moment of their terminations thoroughly enjoyed by a large and warbling crowd of femininity. Hanged on a hill at Marahwah’s highest point, Fatima would ensure they were made an example of in every aspect of their execution, and the rituals leading up to it.

Doleman had been guilty of being as erect as any other male slave brought there to witness the debacle, seeing the whipped and naked women brought forward to face the gallows, Fatima’s whip reminding each that she was always victorious, she exuding a lush pomp in her use of the searing lash as they knelt before the nooses they’d earned. Taught and shown their place with the whip, the crowd then delighted in seeing the huge and bulbous Qadira insert a sugar phallus into the cunts of each woman after they were bound, ready for the drop ... then take each woman anally with a monstrous strap-on, the fervour of the crowd, and Doleman’s erection, brought to a peak by this lush humiliation before death.

Though the plotter remained steadfast, merely grunting in pain at Qadira’s eager thrusts, her humiliation was lusty indeed, but the weaker two of her more submissive servants excited the crowd further, Qadira’s mastery of them with the phallus, having them shame themselves before the eyes of the onlookers, indulging in deeply submissive orgasms as they were prepared for the rope. Qadira, having had her sport of all five, then had them lick her cunt in thanks ... making sure the plotter, who needed further coaxing from Fatima’s whip, gave due worship of her victor’s slot. Their spite sated momentarily, Fatima now took great pleasure in gagging and noosing each woman, binding their thighs tight to ensure the phalluses were not lost as they hanged, taking extra special care in ensuring the plotter knew she’d get such pleasure from seeing her hang.

“You’ll thoroughly enjoy the stimulation of that sugar cock when you drop ... and so will I!” The excitement of the now hushed crowd intensified as Fatima took in the sight of five women bound, gagged, and noosed, arranged ready to know their deaths at her whim, then signalled with a smile to the hooded executrix at the lever, so frequently used by her of late. Doleman wanted to masturbate at her smile, as she watched the executrix move, the trap dropped away with a crash, and the warbling of the crowd erupted in a spiteful rapture as the stout beam held firm under the weight of five women, as they began their writhing dance of defeat.

“See the power of your Mistress, my pet ... five who’ll plot no more!” She seemed to sense his urgency to come, pleased that her sadistic tyranny had excited him, so evident by his erection, and excited herself at the thrill of his shaming himself before the fading eyes of the women above. She smirked as she flicked his standing cock playfully with her whip.

“Send your seed to the sand my pet, I know you long to ... spend at the pleasure of seeing my work!” She cut the air with her whip and pulled his leash nice and tight, to divert as much attention from the hangings from other women’s eyes, as a gasping Doleman gratefully gripped his erect cock, and masturbated in full view of anyone who cared to witness his shame. The sheer pleasure of the stimulation was unavoidable, the humiliation of being naked on his knees and summoning the seed from his balls at such a carnal scene, was darkly exquisite, the erotic debacle of his own confirmation of absolute submission to feminine power having him bask in the shame as the semen surged up from his balls...

Shrouded and bound in white, the humiliation of the five females was lushly illuminated across the skyline, as the mob of women in black taunted them as they jigged and jerked on unforgiving ropes to a death which was now guaranteed. Each woman, unhooded, could see the explicit pleasure in the eyes of the warbling female mob, the satisfied smiles of Fatima and Qadira ... and the token of defeated masculinity owned by them, openly masturbating at their fate. As they paid due penance in being slowly strangled on high, they jerked and writhed uncontrollably, their cunts squirming at the sugar phalluses, the more submissive of the women bringing their knees high as their inner thighs clenched at the roughly hewn cock, becoming smoother with the juices of an arousal, brought on by the sheer eroticism of their departures.

As one of the women moaned and shuddered in the obvious ecstasy of a lush orgasm, bound, helpless, and exhibited on high, the crowd showing a mixture of sheer delight and utter contempt for her as she jerked on the rope toward a lusty death in complete shame, Doleman arched his back and spurted his silky tribute in a pure and shameful ectasy of his own, the erotic debacle made so intense by a fervent crowd so thoroughly enjoying the deaths of five women so publicly at such a place of perfection for it. Fatima sneered with pleasure and held his leash taut, other women now showing their contempt for him, as he shot wad after wad of semen to the sand, immersed in a rapturous orgasm at the scene. His mistress sneered, her cunt wet for the event too.

“You’ve certainly earned my whip for your exhibition, my pet ... and I dare say Qadira’s cunt will need a good service too...” Doleman jerked uncontrollably as he emptied his balls, her words extending his orgasm magnificently as he watched the hanged women jerk their last as streams of hot piss and the remnants of their phalluses dropped from beneath their shrouds, the crowd ensuring the last thing they heard was their acute pleasure.

“Come! ... let’s see to your further pleasure through a punishment so well earned!” Doleman’s cock hung dribbling, as he was tugged away by a needy Fatima, he, unable to help glancing back at every opportunity to witness the spectacle of the five women exhibited in penance, their bodies now hanging motionless but still being goaded by the black mass of delighted women. He knew the scene would remain indelibly fixed within his mind ... and the memory of it would have him bring forth his semen in quantity for as long as he lived.

The journey back to her dwelling under the hot sun and through sandy pathways seemed to take an eternity, and Doleman was already fully erect once more as Fatima flexed her whip with a spiteful smile, while Qadira bared the globular at his face, spreading her ample cheeks to have him sample the rich aroma as she smirked.

“I’m so sticky and sweaty after that exhibition ... lick me clean!” He didn’t hesitate to sweep his tongue across the sticky and acrid bulge of her hot pucker, the taste combined with the sound of Fatima cutting the air with her whip, having his cock perk erect and hard in anticipation. He’d duly earned his punishment, and as the first stroke of her whip was applied with vigour to his flesh, he longed to be up on the hill, hanging alongside the five women.