Vorlax 5
Copyright© 2022 by Midsummerman
Chapter 18
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
Judge Miriam Blandish and Jennifer Proctor both sighed with an intensely wicked pleasure that only lesbians of their sadistic persuasion could enjoy, as they ascended the uniquely styled gallows platform with its broad expanse and altar stand, the Priestess as highly aroused as they - a lesbian and despiser of all males herself too - as she witnessed a fearful Smallcock ushered and partly wrestled awkwardly up the gallows steps behind them, Miriam’s grip on his leash ensuring the taut leather had him obey her desire to see him hang in confirmation of her union. Made to ascend the steps in a crawling fashion, the entourage of dominant femininity behind him, ensuring he did so, they were delighted to note his cock was rigidly erect in masochistic anticipation as he was then made to kneel below the noose.
The rigidity of his cock was matched by the only other male there, Hoon’s equally meagre manhood standing to a rude attention on viewing the noose, the submissiveness and masochism beaten into him by the big women, a wanton jealousy at Smallcock’s fate on the deliciously appointed gallows, by women, and before a host of pleased women, gave him an erection which did not go unnoticed by his equally deliciously appointed owners. Lady Agatha’s cunt equally aroused, the warmth of the day ensuring that her feeble pet would know the fully seasoned aromas of both it and her tingling and sticky anus as she viewed the gallows excitedly, and the pathetic excitement of her servile property. She jerked his leash and made sure his erection perked high, on having the impressive figures of Zoe, Julie, and Melinda drawn to its attention, taking great pleasure in chiding him.
“Oh don’t you worry, you’ll not know the pleasure of the noose ... not just yet...” His cock perked to an absolute rigidity under the sneers of Zoe and the others, delighted to see his thril in longing to endure the display which Smallcock would be treated to, as the curvaceous Lady Agatha continued.
“The dead don’t suffer Hoon, and you’re going to suffer for your crimes for a while yet ... I’m going to see to that.” The laughter of the four big women carried across to Smallcock as he was noosed with a wickedly sexual thrill by Madam Jennifer Proctor. This, a rare treat for a lesbian whose only thrills where masculinity was concerned, only occured when inflicting her sadism upon them, and noosing one in readiness for hanging had her close to orgasm. That feeling of pleasure was not lost on Smallcock, whose poking erection freely dribbled pre-cum on feeling the enthusiasm in her manicured fingers as she made the silken lined loop snug about his neck. On hearing the laughter aimed at Hoon, which he believed was the big women’s spiteful pleasure at seeing him noosed, his masochism hit a lusty high, matching that of Madam Proctor’s, as that woman grinned with pleasure on signalling to the hanging maid to the rear of the platform ... and with another maid, Smallcock was hoisted to his tiptoes, and displayed ready for hanging.
Though the fate about to bestowed upon Smallcock may have been trivial in the terms of male executions upon Vorlax 5, the fact that Browning, Dexter, and Frobisher were busy earning their places upon the public gallows of the Home planet, the last three males who stood in the way of ultimate feminine power, seemed to give extra significance to the hanging of Smallcock. The women were now immersed in an arrogant ecstasy of feminine dominance, his hanging and the union of two women, symbolising and mimicking that ultimate triumph to come. As the lesbian Priestess grinned and mocked the noosed Smallcock, clitorises poked high from the aroused cunts of every woman there, as she curtly and cruelly belittled the doomed male.
“You’re going to die very shortly ... but hopefully not too quickly when the time comes...” Her black robes swayed as she pursed her lips and cupped his captive balls with her elegantly manicured hand.
“ ... you’ll know the full pleasure of that silver plug as you hang ... you’ll long to defecate in fear...”. She laughed as she drew her hand up the length of his erect cock, squeezing the bell and feeling the lubrication of his plentiful pre-cum.
“ ... but the only emission you’ll give out will be from here ... and you’ll not fail to disappoint us.” Smallcock longed to come already, knowing the authoritative lesbian’s last line was a command, not a request, and his eyes took in the smirks and smiles of every woman there, and the automated whimpering of Hoon, as he bucked on his knees, cock high, longing to be in Smallcock’s position as two grinning maids ensured his wrists and ankles were tied securely as he teetered on the trap which would soon disappear from under him.
Madam Miriam Blandish and Madam Jennifer Proctor linked arms as they watched Smallcock teeter and sample the delicious tautness of the rope as he struggled for footing, the two then embracing unashamedly and indulging in a loving kiss which fired the excitement of the Priestess, who lusted to see the male hang in their honour.
“Come now ladies, not keep your pet waiting any longer...” She grinned at the small crowd of women, each showing their enthusiasm for the ceremony, and especially the act which would confirm their union, before she continued.
“ ... and these ladies are equally impatient to see your pet give his tribute to their coupling.” Without further ado, she ushered the two together, and a panting Jennifer looked into the eyes of her dominant partner, whose eyes showed the haughty pleasure of having captured the girl of her dreams, whom she’d now take legal ownership of as a wife. Their cunts were at full arousal by the time the Priestess had reached the point where ‘I do’ was announced by each, and to tumultuous applause from the watching women, the two were pointed to the trapdoor lever by the Priestess. The watching women hushed, their breasts heaving with anticipation, as the thrilled faces of Judge Blandish - a woman who’d sent more men than can be remembered to the gallows - and Madam Jennifer Proctor - a submissive lesbian, but cruel sadist where masculinity was involved - both gripped the trapdoor lever with tart enthusiasm as the Priestess smiled at the quivering Smallcock.
“Rejoice in confirming your union ladies! ... have him feel the virility of your marriage! ... hang him!” Their were audible gasps from the younger women viewing, overcome with sheer sexual delight, as the newlyweds arched their curvaceous feminine figures in jolting the lever back ... and with a resounding crash, Smallcock knew the ultimate pleasure of being a weak and submissive male as his weight took up what little slack in the generously girthed rope was allowed, the shrieking applause of the women as his bound feet sought support no longer there, making the crash of the trap as nothing, and at least twice as loud as the applause on the confirmation within the ceremony.
Smallcock now indeed knew the benefit of the wickedly intrusive plug as his wriggling on the creaking rope was attended to by the hanging maids, their smiles of acute sexual delight so apparent as they saw to it that he was hoisted high in a rude and humiliating display of his defeat. He longed to defecate, the mixture of fear and masochistic pleasure urging his tingling bowels, but the plug would not only not allow it; his stretched position in being commanded by the cruel and strangling rope, had the plug hard up against his prostate, exciting his already rigid cock as he took in the universal looks of delight from the women, his bound body high up and now equidistant between stout beam and wooden platform now far from his reach, providing a lush and highly erotic vista for the dominant women ... especially for the two whom he hanged especially for.
Veraa and Faith grinned with an intense pleasure as they watched the youthful Ginger gape as she rubbed at her cunt frantically, overwhelmed by the deliciously sadistic vista of two women embracing in smug satisfaction whilst they gazed up at a male who jiggered in a lust of his own, having been hanged by the women leering up at him. The smug contentment on the faces of both women, had Ginger moan into a deliciously dominant orgasm as Madam Proctor, now Mrs Blandish, taunted the defeated male as he jiggered on the rope into an ectasy of his own.
“He’s going to come for us, look!...” The watching women cheered with a haughtily victorious contempt, as Smallcock was seen to enjoy the full ecstasy of being bound, naked, the grip of the noose on high, hanged by his Mistresses. As that delectable thrill and overpowering pleasure coursed through his exhibited body, Madam Spitzen grinned with her own acutely smug pleasure, as the male she’d made thoroughly good use of at her house before being sold to the Blandishs’, showed his masochistic apex in being hanged by shooting his mess in the depths of carnal excitement. The Priestess expressed a smug satisfaction of her own, as the two newlyweds raised their arms in gratefully accepting the shower of liquid white confetti as it spurted plentifully from his boning cock.
“See his tribute to the dominance of womanhood ladies! ... Just look at his surrender and acknowledgement to our power!” Smallcock fought to stay conscious, as the derisory and knowing laughter rand through his ears as he spent lustily, knowing it to be the truth. The darkness soon consumed that laughter as he jiggered his last on the unrelenting rope, deservedly extinguished for his weakness, but put to good use in having it confirmed so justly. As the two women fingered the spots of semen which had rained down on them in a mockingly pompous fashion, they posed for many pictures with Smallcock’s spent corpse lowered to hang behind them, whilst continuous applause rang out from the women, delighted with the satisfying ceremony.
In a room within Madam Spitzen’s hedonistic establishment, the feminine roar of delight that had greeted Smallcock’s drop through the trapdoor, had not been lost on the grinning woman in the black leather catsuit as she viewed the carnal acts of the three males who’d soon know the pleasure which brought about her grin. Even within the room, that sounds had not been missed by Tina and the others, the noise having had her swallow hard as she sucked on Browning’s rididly erect cock, and having her own diminutive member poke even higher from her hairless balls as her anus fluttered lustily on guessing correctly on what that sounds confirmed. It was as though she knew the eyes of her assassin-to-be were upon her, as though she was consumed by the immediate pleasure of being used and dominated by a rampant male, she lusted to be sniffed out herself as she thought of Smallcock’s fate.
Close to shooting his load, a sneering Browning pulled his boning cock from her mouth, its firm bounce as it slipped from the lips of the sweet sissy exciting her on knowing what was next, as an impatient Browing turned her round and parted her soft arse cheeks. He smirked as he slapped the soft buttocks, reddened and striped by his initial use of the cane on her, in thoroughly imposing his dominance on the readily submissive sissy, her tears having delighted him as he thrashed her whilst his erection peaked, ready for her sucking in thanks for the sado-masochistic treat. The maids viewing and filming the situation grinned with their own contentment, as did the leather woman, who gripped her whip tightly as she turned to greet Madam Spitzen, Faith Fortescue, and several of the others, arriving nicely aroused from the hanging. The masked leather woman pursed her red lips below that mask, and whispered to Madam Vera.
“You’re just in time to witness what will confirm a hanging is warranted...” Her cunt tingled wonderfully in the tightly gripping leather catsuit which caressed it as she then eyed the sissy.
“ ... and what’ll confirm my pleasure to come is fully justified.” The women watched intently as Browning’s rampant cock stood high and almost menacing through the use of stimulating drugs while he eased the trembling sissy’s cheeks wide, his sneer intense as he took in the seam which ran up from her delicate balls to the inviting brown pucker of her arsehole, Tina unable to prevent its winking at him in her want to be be mounted and used like the girl she lusted to be. Though already generously lubricated by her saliva and his own pre-cum, he made sure entry was nice and smooth by licking two of his fingers, then easing them around the quivering sissy’s pucker, his cock perking and pulsing nicely for the cameras, confirming his deviant lust, as he then eased its bell toward the willing target.
Deviant as it may have been, the sexual thrill was not lost, nor wasted, on the watching women. Some gasped with an arousal of their own as they watched the sissy gasp with submissive pleasure as a grunting Browning eased the entire length of his rigid cock home, taking time with its entry to ensure the sissy knew not only its superior length and girth, but also the superiority of its owner in dominating her. Madam Babs Kenton, and Madam Judge Devereaux grinned wickedly, on knowing it had also earned Browning an appointment with the whipping sack and gallows, where he’d know a submission of his own.
The sissy’s high pitched whine of submission as Browning now thrust his cock in and out in a torrid impatience to shoot his load in dominant triumph excited the women further as she teetered on tiptoe in an admission of submissive pleasure, her tiny cock poking rigid with the sheer heaven of being dominated and used, made clear by her pouting smile with mouth agape, her tiny cock dribbling pre-cum in her want to show absolute submission in coming whilst fucked anally. The animal grunting that Browning made as his orgasm began, only excited the sissy further, as she too began to come ... the male in his dominant moment over the submissive sissy then looking toward where the cameras were, as though knowing that this was his last deviation.
The glance had Madam Spitzen, Babs, Faith, and all the women in full arousal, in sensing ... and hoping, that Browning and the other two guessed that their masculine regime was over, and that they faced the enjoyment of being usurped by feminine authority upon the rope. They watched with tingling clitorises as his face contorted into the carnal depths of deviantly erotic pleasure as he filled the sissy’s tightly squeezing anus with his cream. The cat-suited leather woman grinned with a dark pleasure of her own, as the pretty sissy ceded her absolute surrender to the thrusting cock, and with a blissful squeal which confirmed that lusty defeat, her tiny cock spat out its meagre squirts of cream in a submissive ecstasy.
“Oh ... how she’s earned her punishment ... and we’ll see her spurt again when she’s being served it, you mark my words.” The haughtiness and pomposity of the women grew to match their arousal as Babs made her contact to the troopers, whilst the other two males entertained the spying women by confirming their right to a place on the gallows too, their sissies equally receptive as per Tina ... and earning the same fate. Without further ado, the mass of women followed Madam Spitzen out of the incognito area, and up to the door to the suite, where she pointed the arriving feminine militia to. As the doors were crashed open the women swarmed in after the troopers, and a round of delighted applause rang out from them as the startled males were caught in flagrante delicto.
The three cowered as the uniformed troopers in their black jodhpurs and boots, delighted in setting about them with their short whips, then overpowering them easily and trussing them. Browning offered little resistance as he was bound and gagged whilst a smiling Babs stood over him, her spiteful grin radiant, Dexter seemed to be resigned to his fate too, remaining keenly erect as he was tightly trussed, but Frobisher begged for mercy as he looked up to Babs.
“I’ll do anything ... anything! ... If you can get me off the hook!” She laughed cynically as he was silenced with a gag, her cunt wet with a triumphal arousal as she responded.
“Oh you’ll do something alright ... you’ll be well and truly ON the hook when you’re whipped...” She licked her lips and grinned with satisfaction.
“ ... then you’ll hang for the pleasure of womanhood with these other two, immediately after your guilt has been confirmed at trial...” The cunts of the women bulged delectably in pompous unison as they enjoyed her lecture being brought to a conclusion.