Chapter 4

Bonforth descended into an erotic aura of pure masochism, now his hanging had been confirmed, his pleasure at being exhibited in perpetuity with a plaque about his neck, placed there by what had been the lowest order of maids, those from the scullery, mere girls who’d been nothing to him but now delighted in seeing him erect at their taunts and applications of canes and whips, the plaque reading: ‘To be ‘anged for crimes agenst wimmin’. Beatrice, Agnes, and the entire entourage of dominant women, found the gesture as touchingly erotic as did Bonforth, something pleasingly just in their vindictive pleasures, Bonforth bound at ankles and wrists, chained to prevent his escape - more symbolic than for genuine fear of it - to various objects and ornaments about his former estate now ceded to Beatrice, girls who’d known no other places than the lowly hovels they’d come from, and the dingiest parts of Chaddington House, now had the freedom of it, and would have the liberating trip to Darkington Hall to witness life there ... and the pleasing and just death of a deserving male upon the gallows facing the Hall.

Hope Randall, Ella Hempleton’s strict and expertly dominant matron at Arachne House, viewed the girl’s spiteful antics with particular interest, looking for the most vindictive and sadistic harlots, with their promotion to other positions within the feminine hierarchy of which she was prominent. She grinned at Ella on witnessing the approach of a plump ginger haired girl with skin pure white, having rarely had any long exposure to the sun ... the two witnessing Bonforth’s squirming in pleasure, his cock erecting below the white silk shroud in which he’d hang, as he saw her. Hope and Ella partly hidden from sight, at a distance, it well within earshot, the former whispered in the latter’s ear.

“I’v seen this one taunt him many times Ella, she’s special indeed ... so naturally spiteful, just you watch.” Their eyes took in the sneer on the ginger girl’s face as she circled the kneeling and naked Bonforth with her hands on her broad hips, before picking up a cane left conveniently by the prior girl, and used by many before, the girls still being a little discreet, not quite believing the freedom they now had. She wielded the cane with aplomb, and with a lusty smile on her face, whipped Bonforth’s buttocks with it for good measure, having him bone erect and look at her desirously as he smarted. She looked down on him with utter contempt, flexing the cane in demonstrating the authority over him she now so thoroughly enjoyed.

“A day closer to your hanging...”. She pursed her lips and sighed.

“ ... I just can’t wait to see you on the rope!...” She swiped him hard with the cane twice more, enjoying watching him squirm with its sting, then looking around her to ensure no one was close by, put an arm up her skirts and rubbed at her cunt.

“ ... some of the girls say you’ll come on the rope ... I should so like to see that!...” She sighed deeper, almost crying out, as Bonforth nodded his head, acknowledging he longed to do that, just for her, his cock high, balls and anus tingling in the hope for more of that cane. Her look getting more spiteful as she pleasured herself.

“ ... and I’m so going to enjoy seeing your balls come off ... after they’ve spunked thoroughly as you hang!” Bonforth expressed his buttocks backward as she wielded the cane with her free hand, deftly obliging the invitation to punish his flesh, swiping twice as vigorously as she could whilst nursing her cunt. Bonforth bucked with masochistic pleasure at the stinging pain, longing to come. The ginger girl looked around her once more, then dropped the cane for the next girl.

“I’ve a special treat for you today!...” Looking around her once more, she stepped in front of the kneeling Bonforth ... and hiking her dresses high, revealed she wore no underwear, pressing her deliciously broad and white arse to Bonforth’s excited face. Hope and Ella grinned with contentment at the girl’s erotic enjoyment of her dominance over him, as she announced her authority over him.

“You have a good sniff of my arsehole ... then lick my pucker thoroughly clean!...” Ella and Hope watched with delight from their unseen vantage point, as Bonforth pressed his face forward into the mooning white abyss in absolute obedience to her, his rigid cock dribbling pre-cum which twinkled in the sunlight, as he imbibed the glorious whiffs of the ginger girl’s nicely seasoned arsehole. She moaned with dominant pleasure as she rubbed at her cunt and felt his nose nuzzle at her sticky arsehole, the now free-running juices from her cunt, adding to the spicy whiffs he now enjoyed.

“Lick! ... lick my arsehole! ... I want you to remember the taste and smell when you come on the rope!...” Bonforth jerked and thrust his cock at the air, longing to spurt as he first took in the deliciously tart tangs of her anus, then staring at the delightfully light brown pucker shrouded by generous globes of alabaster flesh, had himself taken to a heaven that only that rope could surpass, as he pressed his tongue to the sticky orifice, the acrid taste of her anus, exquisite. As the ginger girl orgasmed in triumph, his tongue probing deep into the warmth of her anus, her ecstasy doubled as Bonforth groaned ... and shot his seed to the grass in a spontaneous orgasm, his surrender induced by the command and spite of a mere girl, longing to see him hang, and he, longing for her to witness it.

Hope and Ella watched as her orgasm intensified at seeing the erect cock spurt its admission of utter defeat to her, then, her immediate pleasure subsiding at last, she watched the white seed mingle with the grass, given up in her honour, then goaded the bound male, her pure arrogance magnificent.

“That’s what you’ll do for me when on the rope ... and no woman will be as pleased as I to see you send your admission of defeat, down from the noose!” She let her skirts drop, then looking around her again, put her boot to his lusty emission and rubbed it into the grass, not wanting anyone else to witness it and deflect from her dominant glory in making him come.

“You’ll lick my arse again tomorrow, and every day before you’re hanged.” And with that she strutted away, flushed, contented, and satisfied. Ella turned to Hope, grinning with her own satisfaction.

“I think that girl has more than earned a place at the fore of the gallows party, I’m sure Bernadette would approve ... and imagine her pleasure at being offered a position at Arachne House ... and the pleasure of the submissives there, especially those destined to please Agnes at her functions.” Hope couldn’t agree more, and added her own spiteful thoughts as she sneered in the direction of the bound and kneeling Bonforth, whose eyes followed every step of the girl’s departure, obviously already longing to masturbate over her.

“Just Imagine Bonforth’s pleasure too ... taunted to the gallows by two flame haired vixens ... the surrender of his seed on the rope will be generous indeed, longing to lose his balls whilst they watch with satisfaction.” Without further ado, the stern woman strutted off to seek Faith Lancer, the Housekeeper, to learn more about the ginger girl.

The plump ginger beauty gasped with a mixture of disappointment and confusion, having scurried to the spot where other girls had said they’d taunted Bonforth, she having now completed her now meagre duties in keeping Chaddington House functioning for the pleasure of womanhood. She blushed pink and faltered in her step, on finding three elegant women at the spot where she’d anticipated having her pucker licked by Bonforth, it being nicely sticky following her duties. As she curtsied to two of the three women whom she recognised as Beatrice’s guests from Darkington, and the red headed Bernadette who’d arrived some days before, she went to reverse her steps, but was stopped in her tracks by an inquisitive feminine voice.

“Verity Holt?...” She turned, her cunt still tingling at the thought of seeing Bonforth, thinking she was to be reprimanded for something.

“Yes Madam ... how may I help?” A smiling Hope Randall beckoned the girl toward her, Ella smiling equally warmly, putting the ginger Verity at ease immediately ... then shocking her in the most erotic of fashion.

“Come girl, don’t be shy ... Madam Lancer has told us all about you ... and we’ve seen ourselves what an asset to the feminine cause you are...” She blushed at the thought of their having witnessed her wickedness to the male, but felt a little sexual arousal growing, at the thought that they’d enjoyed viewing it. The stern Hope took her hand and prompted her toward an entrance to the grandiose house, an entrance she’d have never dared use on her own, being a lowly maid. The arrogant hope grinned at her, as did both Ella and the leather clad Bernadette, as the former spoke further.