Chapter 15

The two once arrogant and outwardly misogynistic males, Uppingham and Bronkhorst, were soon taught that there were pleasures to be had in the absolute submission to femininity, as the whips of spitefully vindictive womanhood brought the seed from them in quantity as they pondered their very public humiliation and deaths when transported back to the home planet. They also learned that Madam Barbara Kenton was as partial to the vice she stood against in her official capacity back on the home planet, her use of the whip going well beyond the extremes of that authority too.

The two males squirmed in a reluctant awe whilst the laughing women toasted a video bulletin from the home planet, on which a smiling feminine newsreader confirmed that two former male figures of supposed authority had been relieved of their duties in disgrace, and would be brought to face a very public trial shortly. The two males squirmed all the more, grunting through their tags as a smiling Babs closed a door between them and the screen surrounded by smug and jubilant women, denying them the full broadcast. With a cut of her whip, she announced that another transport had arrived on Vorlax 5, one which they were informed would be their deliverance to public humiliation in just a few days. She neglected to inform them that on board that transport were two middle-aged women who were more than thrilled to arrive there ... and indulge sexual pleasures of a very special kind.

Bronkhorst and Uppingham’s cocks stood high and rigid with the erectile drugs they’d been perpetually dosed with, their minds longing for the next blissfully erotic ejaculation as they knelt naked and gagged, wrists bound behind their backs to deny the vigorous masturbation they’d perform but were duly denied, their yearning to know the public humiliation and exhibition which would lead to double disgraceful orgasms, growing by the moment as they sniffed the air in expectation at the scent of approaching femininity.

Those cocks perked and pulsed their rigidity as Madam Babs entered, flanked by the two new arrivals, both of whom rubbed their cunts openly as they sneered down at the two doomed males, erect in the need of the feminine domination they’d soon receive. The stimulation of their poking clitorises was not merely due to the sight of beaten and erect males, their erotic awe had a greater stimulation, now delivered to the hapless males as Babs addressed them.

“You’ll have some very special whippings today ... please meet Madam Constance Harding, who is now Minister of Commerce, and Madam Hortense Braider, who is now Interplanetary Attaché ... both are so rightfully smug at having replaced you, and are more than keen to demonstrate their new authorities with the whip, before resuming their formal personas on the home planet, in escorting you there to watch you hang!” Both women had been more than complicit in the once covert conspiracy to attain feminine ascendency on the home planet, a now open regime, following their appointments authorised by the many women now in control, along with the few males left in office ... covertly dominated and owned by women. Both fully enjoyed the sexual thrills of dominating subservient males, and were more than eager to have their cunts licked in subservience by males who’d receive a whipping more deserved than ever, and knew they’d soon be displayed in public, high upon the gallows.

Babs watched for a while, as the two middle-aged matriarchs let the desires they couldn’t openly show on the home planet flow, quickly reducing the two males to tears with their whips after Stripping naked to express their femininity in full as they imposed authority. Babs couldn’t help but be aroused herself, on witnessing the marvellous pomp and stern authority shown by Madam Constance Harding, mature breasts and buttocks wobbling deliciously, her face wearing a fixed grin of righteous authority as Uppingham wept and moaned through the restrictive gag under the justice of her whip. Madam Hortense Braider showing a like elegance as she indulged her sadism upon Bronkhorst, having him earn the award of the taste of her cunt in absolute submission, without any element of mercy. Babs grinned with contentment in knowing that both males would now be longing to know the stark and painful relief the noose would grant them, such was the efficiency of both women with their whips.

She grinned with complete satisfaction, as both males spurted their seed from rigidly erect cocks under the efficiency of the whips applied with aplomb by both women, their ample expulsions confirming their awakening to the masochism they’d now enjoy every day till they appeared for humiliation at court, their defeat in itself now a sexual pleasure of its own as their orgasms delighted the righteous pomp of the women, who were relentless with their whips as the semen shot plentifully. Babs now fully aroused, she smiled into her phone and the list of males previously arrested for petty crimes, and shipped to Vorlax 5 for use, as an alternative to standard incarceration. she’d have a male criminal attend her leisure apartment ... and know the caress of her favourite whip. But first she called Madam Vera Spitzen, having made a decision about someone else who’d been of good use, but would now be surplus to requirements.

“Hi Vera ... I think the time has come to dispose of someone...” She heard a sharp intake of breath and a sigh at the other end, before the Correction House owner responded.

“The sissy?...” Babs almost smirked as she thought of the pretty thing she’d have enjoyed disposing of herself, thinking how she’d have her little cock spurt at the point of a teasing strangulation which would finish her.

“Yes Vera ... the sissy ... she’s been involved too often now, and knows too much ... even our newly installed feminine authority won’t tolerate any further use, or knowledge ... she needs have an accident.” Vera sighed, the sissy was quite an asset to her ‘business’ being so sweetly effeminate ... but she’d soon have Faith Fortescue source another.

“O.K. Babs ... leave it to me ... I’m sure I can arrange a nicely deviant farewell party for her ... I know just the audience who’ll enjoy it.”

It was a bright day on the home planet, but not for Uppingham and Bronkhorst as their taut acceptance of the nooses they’d been awarded, was met with a raucous and mainly feminine crowd, as their short drop hangings ensured they would both have plenty of time to summon up that final humiliating disgrace that every one of those applauding women wanted to see, as a deliciously erotic aperitif to the smug sense of feminine dominance which grew in each every day. None had a richer sense of it, not a greater arousal, than Hortense raider and Constance Harding, whose egos swelled as much as their cunts on seeing their usurped masculine predecessors know the lusty finality of a slow hanging, whilst they sat close and purposely positioned within the eyesight of the gagged but unmasked wretches, on their being served due punishment.

Judge Miriam Blandish, who sat close to the two women in that place of elevation above the seething and ecstatic feminine crowd, noted the intense sexual elation of the two, as she also thought of the erotic games she’d impose on her lesbian lover, Jennifer Proctor, on meeting her after the deeply arousing thrill of seeing two males hang following her judgement - a judgement whereby the guilty verdict had already been determined by women, long before their court humiliation - in which she’d expressed her pleasure that the two would be whipped in those curious rubber sacks ... then hanged in humiliation before the eyes of the public. Her mind also went to her newly acquired pet, Smallcock; her cunt tingling at the prospect of her hanging him in honour of her wedding to Jennifer. He’d be being thrashed right now, by hired maids on Vorlax 5.

The gasps in wanton and sadistic ecstasy emitted by Hortense and Constance, as the two males duly spurted their masochistic submission to feminine authority in near unison, was heard by Miriam just briefly, before the eyes of the far and wide crowd were privy to the jets of semen sent down to stain the boarding, the eruption of jeering and cruel applause at their disgrace then drowning out those gasps, but ensuring the humiliation felt by the two males extended their final orgasms, their striped and red bodies seen to jerk and quiver on the ropes, while sending further spurts of their surrender in erotic relief and the pleasure of death at women’s hands.

Judge Miriam Blandish pursed her lips and savoured the sight as the applauding crowd brought a delicious crescendo as the two men’s cocks dropped as they then convulsed into the darkness of death, cocks, which along with two scrotums and their redundant contents, would be deservedly removed with surgical precision, and exhibited somewhere to continue the humiliation of the two after death. The thought aroused her all the more as she thought of Jennifer and the generous strap on cock she’d award her ... the fantasy of it being somehow moulded from one of those cocks about to be removed, it’s owner hanged by her, gave her an erotic thrill she’d keep in mind. Her thoughts then went to Vorlax 5, which she’d then return to with her lover, and the promise of further erotic finality for someone who knew too much.