Vorlax 5
Copyright© 2022 by Midsummerman
Chapter 17
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17 - In an outwardly dystopian world where no sexual deviances are allowed, those caught in breach of authority are either executed, or transported to planet Vorlax 5. As with any society, there is an underworld operated by that authority, which prospers through those deviations. Tina is a sissy -strictly forbidden in that society- but is made good use of by many through covert means, before finding herself on the punishment planet of Vorlax 5... where she finds anything goes...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction Space BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Snuff Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
With all the guests accounted for at Madam Vera Spitzen’s house of correction, the doors were locked shut on the highly erotic atmosphere, ensuring no-one uninvited to the debacle that would follow could gain entry, and those who were the subjects of the covert intentions of feminine dominance could not, and would not, escape it. Madam Spitzen enjoyed Jennifer Proctor’s smug looks as Smallcock cowered at Judge Miriam Blandish’s feet, kissing her feet adoringly, that smug smile showing an impatience to see him confirm their union with his display upon the gallows. Those smug looks were echoed, though doubly intensified, by the female guests as the male informants were whipped, snivelling and begging to the open doors at the rear of the house where more spitefully smiling women waited on the lawns to see their emergence.
Such was the atmosphere of impending feminine triumph on the home planet, which reverberated amongst the women with their covert knowledge, it generated an irrepressible sadistic lust within them which was noted by the hapless males who now saw what awaited them across the lawn. As their eyes took in the stark multiple gallows wth its row of dangling nooses, those without gags cried out for mercy as they were whipped forward to their destiny, exciting the women who’d gathered outside to smug smiles as they took in their looks of terrified realisation, at now knowing they were not to be enslaved as promised. Many of the gagged males grunted their horror, delighting the women, whilst some others, anally plugged and tailed, erected hard at the sight of the gallows, the masochism that had been revealed by the whip now eagerly displayed, and receiving the contented contempt from the women.
Jennifer Proctor was not to miss such a divine treat, and wanted to see Smallcock’s reaction to the hangings, her contempt for him growing on seeing his erection pulse rigid at the sight, a jealousy for the fate of those males, exciting his masochism. She grinned at Judge Miriam, as the two surveyed the multiple gallows with its row of nooses ... and set aside from it, a single gallows with a large staging, its noose hanging equally invitingly. Jennifer tugged his leash hard as the sound of those whips drew them ever closer, and teased his erection wickedly.
“You see how those nooses are set at the correct height for the males, and are static with little or no slack?...” Smallcock gasped as the dominant lesbian showed him a smug and satisfied smirk of her own before continuing.
“ ... that’s because they’ll not be granted snapped necks ... Oh no, they’ll enjoy the short drop and will know the full pleasure of those nooses...”. She sighed audibly and rubbed at her cunt with her free hand.
... and they’ll also witness the full pleasure of womanhood as they’re slowly strangled.” As she grinned with satisfaction, Judge Miriam Blandish, who’d continue to dominate Jennifer in an official capacity after their ceremony, added her pleasure to the conversation.
“And you’ll see them all come on the rope ... even the reluctant ones when they witness that feminine pleasure at their demise, such will be the darkly erotic relief their being displayed will award them.”
There were a certain three males who’d also witness that pleasure too, oblivious to the fact that those hanging had seen to it that they’d hang too, in so much more public circumstances. They’d be as erect as Smallcock, and those dancing upon the gallows at the pageant of feminine justice, that arousal would then be vented upon the sissies who accompanied them ... and would seal that appointment with the whipping sack and gallows on the home planet. Madam Spitzen’s sense of satisfaction had her in hot arousal too, as she watched the sissy with them, erect in submissive wonderment at the sight of the reluctant males, whipped to the gallows after being promised eternal enslavement. Her house of correction would go down in folklore, as the place where the dominance of femininity over masculinity was finalised.
Faith Fortescue also viewed the lustily sadistic scene with a pert arousal which teased her dominant sexuality exquisitely. As a woman who’d enjoyed the disposal of a husband when his use had come to an end, the immediate hangings couldn’t come soon enough, though the disposal of those male informants was as but an aperitif to the televised and most public executions which would follow in due course. She turned her head to Babs Kenton whilst keeping a pleased eye upon the gimp masked and begging informants as they were noosed, some close to despair ... others erecting their cocks in a submissive heaven at the feel of the noose and the unanimous delight of the feminine crowd.
“So fitting that the slate will be wiped clean of male rule in one fell swoop tonight, along with any other possible hindrances...” The buxom and shapely middle-aged woman, Deputy Police Commissioner - soon to be Commissioner - that was Madam Barbara Kenton, eyed both the noosed males, then the sissy who stood with three males grinning through their masks, the bulges in their leggings showing an appetite for the gallows which they’d enjoy in full themselves. Her wistful look then taking in the kneeling Smallcock whom also knew too much, his modest manhood rigid and poking high at the splendour of the multiple gallows, still blissfully ignorant of the single gallows set slightly back to one side of the lusty panorama, its noose hanging empty and invitingly “Oh yes Faith, a new dawn beckons ... and one where many males on the home planet will find themselves granted the most hedonistic of trips up here.” Their smiles broadened along with the other women as the reluctant males were noosed, and their futile wrigglings with bound wrists and ankles was enjoyed, the cries for mercy from those un-gagged, drowned out by a cacophony of sadistic feminine lust as the trap flew away with a crash ... and erections perked high at that sound from those males as they were displayed on high, their slow strangulation by eagerly applied nooses guaranteed, as they now wriggled in earnest for the pleasure of dominant womanhood.
No cry of erotic pleasure was greater than that of Madam Jennifer Proctor, as she mocked the males now dancing on high, having overseen the noosings, her cunt wet with sadistic pleasure in seeing males put to death whether deservedly or not. She now ensured those erections from the masochistic males would provide a worthy justification of their punishment, as the known lesbian assisted the execution maids in seeing the naked and hooded wretches hoisted high on the gallows, to ensure their misery could be fully enjoyed by the goading women ... and those males could enjoy the full humiliation of their lot, the vitriol and spite of a powerful lesbian who would never show a male the slightest mercy, leering her pleasure at them ... bringing the seed up from their defeated balls as they jiggered and tested their bonds as the rope exacted its punishment.
One by one, the doomed males would shoot their seed in a masochistic ecstasy, those inherently masochistic coming first. Having been dominated by women, whipped by women, and now hanged naked in humiliation by women, their final orgasms were so exquisite, neither their struggles with the noose nor their latex gimp masks could hide their contorted expressions of ecstasy from the women ... those orgasms then extended deliciously by the spiteful jeering of womanhood as they came, their disgraceful ejaculations of white semen streaking down in a lusty surrender to a cacophony of feminine goading, no goading more pertinent than that given out by Madam Jennifer Proctor, as she allowed the trailing blobs of come to spatter her outstretched hand.
Those that had shown reluctance could not escape the hedonistic atmosphere generated by the women at their demise, the women’s brutally honest pleasure at seeing them go to their deaths at a feminine whim, already confirmed as so justly deserved, by the prompt orgasms of the masochists. The feeling of hopelessness and fear that the sight of the gallows and their noosings generated, were quickly consumed by an overpowering and lusty resignation to both their fate, and that wholesale feminine pleasure when they’d taken the drop. Now hoisted high and taunted by the women as they provided them a sadistically erotic display, they too, shamefully erected as they wriggled helplessly in bondage, those ties and the creaking rope which slowly strangled them, now blissfully pleasurable amid that cacophonous tumult of feminine derision.