Chapter 4

Matron smirked with an especially erotic delight as she made sure Dubbard saw her within the courthouse, her smile radiant in her triumph at having put him to good use, and having seen to it that he faced the gallows, she’d have him know her pleasure in seeing it made official. Her cunt tingled ecstatically as he grunted wildly and pathetically through the gag on seeing her smiling face, wanting to tell all about her illicit dealings at the institute ... but his grunting was in vain, exciting Matron all the more. Deviants always remained gagged during the all-woman court proceedings, they had no say in the matter and were guilty, the appearance a mere formality.

Though it were a foregone conclusion, the pomposity of the woman of the court had to be appeased, and their enjoyment of seeing a deviant male humiliated and ridiculed officially by the sentencing to death, gave them a lusty sexual thrill which they’d not be denied ... many of the women there, being in close contact with so many deviants and the circumstances of their capture, were partial to the thrills of the underworld, and indulged in its pleasures, so corrupt was that society. They had the extra thrill of sampling the sexual favours of submissives in their leisure time, and having joined in debacles freely, then saw to it that their upright and pompous social standings remained intact, indulging in the further thrill of seeing that those submissives were silenced officially ... by their hands.

Dubbard could not fail to be aroused by Matron’s spiteful smiles as he was hobbled in bondage to the shaming dock, the array of women sat cross-legged with arms crossed leering at him from the lower tiers where Matron was sat prominently, the position an unofficial reward for her informing ... and to have the deviant know as much. The upper tiers of massed womanhood showed equal contempt for him as Madam Winifred Blandish strutted in, the judge who’d have the exquisite pleasure of sentencing him to the gallows, her black cloak swaying about her elegant body, a sign that judgement had already been made.

Dubbard’s cock erected hard in his bondage as he was made to kneel in the open and exposed dock by two whip bearing women, which was set below the level of every woman there, the two smiling women then tethering his bound wrists to his ankles, holding him to a position of kneeling submission in permanence. His cock pulsed liberally as the elegant Winifred strutted to ascend to her height of judgement, her shapely figure in tight skirts revealed on occasion by the flow of the black cloak, belying her sixty odd years as her tall heels clacked at the marbled surface on her going smiling to her task.

Dubbard’s cock had good reason indeed to pulse, on recognising a woman to whom he’d sold a sissy in the past, her smile at him now, one of supreme satisfaction as he grunted unconsciously at the recognition, receiving a sharp cut of the whip to his flanks from an eager feminine guard, delighting the audience. Madam Winifred Blandish’s cunt was already nicely aroused as she surveyed her victim and wondered how he’d look on the gallows. She had viewed the video evidence many times, thoroughly enjoying seeing the pretty sissy oblige Dubbard, and thinking it a great shame she couldn’t acquire the sissy for herself ... to join the others at her residence.

She was indeed partial to sissies herself, at least half her compliment of dainty serving maids having tightly caged cocks of a diminutive size, tucked away with their smoothly shaven balls, as they expressed a femininity which official guests could never have questioned. Other guests knew their secret though, and many a submissive male with Dubbard’s tendencies, provided lushly erotic entertainment for Winifred and her female friends on many occasions, the chosen sissy grateful to be relieved of their cock-cage shoot their mess, whilst being taken anally by a rampant male before an audience of dominant women. Winifred’s cunt oozed as her thoughts went from those entertainments to the task in hand.

“ ... Cecil Dubbard, you have been brought before me as a deviant...” Her face warmed to a smirk, her cunt in lush arousal as she prepared for the first humiliation of him.

“ ... have you anything to say which would go against you being here?...” Dubbard grunted eagerly into the gag, bringing cruel laughter from his goading female audience, and having them enjoy watching him squirm in bondage as Winifred sighed with satisfaction.

“ ... I thought as much ... the Court will record that he had nothing to say in his defence...” She squirmed her thighs together, enjoying the tingling of her mature cunt as she continued.

“ ... indicating further, the guilt of the accused!” The crowd of women jeered and applauded, Matron standing and projecting a spiteful look at the squirming Dubbard ... having him long to come, as Winifred hurried proceedings along.

“We will now view the evidence which will condemn the accused to a fate we’ll all see as deserved!” Dubbard gasped as the huge courtroom screen flickered to life ... and there he was, Ginger standing by him with the whip which had shown her authority over him, pretty Tina on her knees, little cock erect with her own excitement ... and he, treated to hearing himself grunt in ecstasy, sucked off by a sissy. The crowd of women sounded their feigned disgust mockingly, as he was then seen to masturbate at seeing the sissy caned, then eagerly licking the Ginger dominant’s strap-on clean, following her fucking of the sissy. Winifred sneered contentedly, as the screen blurred for a few moments.

“Just a little more, ladies ... before we pass a judgement which I think will be unanimous!” The pleasure on every woman’s face there, was plain for him to see, as the video showed him in his own apartment, shooting his mess liberally at a showing of a rampant male cock thrusting at the anus of a beleaguered sissy, at his point of capture ... the pleasure of that moment of ecstacy, made more all the more potent by the arresting female officers now standing to receive applause from their feminine counterparts. Dubbard squirmed in a submissive aura, longing to spurt his seed at the ridicule cast upon him, as Winifred smacked her gavel at the desk, and addressed the entire crowd, dispensing with any need for a select jury.

“What is your verdict ladies?!!!” Dubbard cowered on the dock area, his writhing in bondage in an attempt to shoot his seed, brought to a swift cessation by the applications of the guard’s whips ... and a collar and leash being fitted, so’s his head would be held back to face judgement, his balls aching to expel their load as he jigged and squirmed in his bondage, despite the attentions of the smiling guard’s whips.

“GUILTY!!!!” rang out the response, in a massed enthusiasm of spiteful delight ensuring Winifred’s satisfaction was ripe indeed, as was Matron’s, as the mature woman sighed with an erotic pleasure on showing him a black cap to match her cloak, and with a slow deliberation which not only had her savour the moment, but allowed her gagged deviant to take it in, bore a lusty smile is she placed it upon her head to announce the death of a deviant which was so thoroughly deserved ... her and Matron’s satisfaction, in no small part, due to the fact that their covert dealings with the underworld, would have one less possible informant, awarding them double the pleasure. Her clitoris tingled lustily at the feel of wearing that cap ... as it always did.

“Cecil Dubbard, you have been found guilty of being a deviant, beyond any doubt whatsoever!...” As Dubbard squirmed and grunted pathetically through the gag, one of the guards relented with her whip, and placing one of her gloved hands in a clench on the leash behind his neck, emulating a slipknot, pulled the leash tight with the other, having him gasp through the gag and squirm in his bondage in anticipation of a humiliation he knew Winifred’s words would bring him.

“ ... it is my pleasure to award you the severest sentence this Court can impose on you! ... you will be taken from this place and will be shown the gallows on which you will hang publicly!...” She sighed with sadistic pleasure as she watched him squirm at her authority, her cunt wet with arousal.

“ ... but before you please my authority upon the rope, you shall be whipped within the sack to ensure you are made ready for the noose!” As the crowd of women applauded the sentence wildly, the squirming Dubbard disgraced himself, grunting in masochistic ecstasy, and teased to it by his bondage and the smiling guard’s attentions, he shot his load in blissful homage to the power of womanhood ... and knew he’d do the same when hanging by his ankles in that leather sack.

The contemptuous laughter of the women, patently aware of his disgrace as he jerked convulsively in his bondage, had him discharge his seed thoroughly and in exquisite humiliation, exciting Winifred to the point of orgasm herself. She smirked and sighed as she pressed the button before her, and a trap door to the front of the open dock slid across, revealing a dark void before the kneeling male. The applause was shrill indeed, as the smiling guards pushed the deviant into it, sending him tumbling to the cushioning far below ... the last comfort he’d know, in a week where the guards would make good use of him, before he knew the taste of that bullwhip high upon the gallows platform.

Winifred strutted from the court, in vital need of the attentions of a submissive deviant of her own, following a satisfying but erotically teasing day, and was quick to invite Matron back with her.

“Come Matron, I’m sure you’re in as much need of ‘refreshment’ as am I ... do come and see how those maids you trained for me are progressing with their duties.” Matron was only too glad to oblige the offer ... and to discuss the pleasure to come in a week’s time, on the way.

It had been a week from Dubbard’s sentencing - something Madam Faith Fortescue and her into ate friends had toasted and rejoiced at, wholeheartedly - a week in which Mr Roger Fortescue had become further acquainted with Tina, whilst supervised of course ... and the sissy more acquainted with the absolute dominance of femininity over him, and of sissies, who were there just for the pleasure of womanhood, as demonstrated with conceited and pompous gusto by Faith and her friends, liberated from the boredom of society life, in the decadent world of the Fortescue’s home.

Faith and her equally dominant female friends had watched with a heightened sense of sexual pleasure, as Fortescue was allowed to show what little element of dominance he commanded, in imposing the will of his seemingly constantly erect cock over the delicate and most desirable sissy. Tina had been taken to blissful levels of submission by the true commander of the household, a haughty Faith seeing to it that her soon to be ex-husband was teased toward the goal that he’d desired since his Wife and Mistress had obtained the sweet sissy ... the full penetration of her inviting anus, whilst his Wife and sneering friends looked on, his triumph in ejaculation there, leading to his ultimate pleasure of display upon the gallows at the behest of his Wife.

Fortescue had been sucked off by a near delirious Tina on many occasions, she having been presented to him by Faith in various supremely effeminate outfits, and having had Fortescue finger and fondle the tight recesses of her anus whilst watched over in stern fashion, she’d been as eager as he to welcome his rigid member there, but knew the denial he did ... that ceding of her absolute submission to him and his owner, reserved for the day of Dubbard’s execution. She’d willingly taken the stiff contours of his manhood into her mouth, and having tasted semen, then became more than familiar with the taste of the aroused cunts of her audience. But that day of servile bliss had now arrived, a rubber hooded and cowering Fortescue, led on a leash and made to kiss the feet of every guest as they entered the grand lounge, with its huge screen ... on it, a broadcast of gathering crowds, a distinctly sinister wooden structure to the forefront, in evidence.

Fortescue’s cock was more rigid than ever as he came to terms with the scents of feet of women he’d become intimately involved with, lent out to and dominated by, each thoroughly aware that he was to hang for his wife, and subjecting him to just cruelties, each swiftly brought to a healthy arousal on knowing he was to witness just what he so deserved that day ... and the erotic act that would earn him the pleasure, so justly. Faith smiled as Miriam Wentworth, a redhead who’d had her cunt and anus licked many a time by Fortescue, quipped as she had her feet kissed adoringly.

“A beautiful day for a hanging, I so wanted to witness it in the flesh...” She looked down at the grovelling cur with a sneer of utter contempt.

“ ... but I’ll have that pleasure soon enough ... won’t I Fortescue!” She laughed cynically as he quickly nodded his head in agreement, then continued to apply his tongue to her toes, longing to suck them in submission.

“ ... I shall so miss having you tongue my arsehole on your visits ... but seeing you hang will more than compensate for it, and Faith here, will soon find another pet to replace you!” His cock dribbled pre-cum at the sincerity of her tone, his anus tingling and clenching at the anal plug he’d been awarded by Faith that morning, as he thought on how Madam Wentworth had dominated him, as she withdrew her feet and he watched her strut, laughing curtly to join the other madams. As the crowd on the screen grew, there was only one thing on the minds of Faith’s guests, many posing the question.

“Where is the sissy Faith?”... “Where are you hiding her?” ... When Faith was sure her multitude of guests had all arrived, she slipped away from the grand lounge, knowing all eyes were upon her, having ordered her gimp-masked husband to the centre of the floor before the huge screen, where he could be ridiculed with spiteful ease by all. Kneeling penitent and erect, his eyes surveyed the gathering crowds upon the screen, his eyes torn between the two elegantly brutal structures upon the high platform, both displaying a broad beam upon upright timbers, one sporting a chain on a rope from which the whipping sack would be suspended ... the other, taller structure, illustrating almost luminously, an inviting noose which would see to the day’s main enjoyment being had by all in attendance. Eve Carter, a blonde woman of around fifty-something, who’d disposed of the unwanted burden of a husband by the same method, had Fortescue longing to masturbate.

“See what awaits you after you’ve been shamed in Court for your deviance? ... being in attendance has so much more of an erotic atmosphere ... and you’ll not escape it...” She sighed with an unconscious pleasure, her cunt buzzing as she too, watched the crowds gather, women in black silks, the smiles on their faces showing their pleasured anticipation of what was to come, so obvious as they inspected the ropes which would bring them and the watching crowd to a spiteful ecstasy, whilst other smirking guests gathered about Eve to smirk at her taunts.

“ ... of course, I’ve already had the pleasure of seeing my own husband pay for his deviances that way ... tried by women, found guilty by a woman ... whipped and then hanged by women...” Some of the women stroked their cunts unashamedly as their eyes went between the kneeling and thoroughly dominated Fortescue’s boning erection, and the smiling women on the screen ... they, longing to be of service that way, if ever given the chance, as Eve continued wistfully, in an arousal of her own.

“ ... there was a time when hangings took place at dawn, in private ... but now they’re at noon and in public, everyone gets to savour the day...” The blonde smiled wickedly, one eye on the clock at the bottom of the screen as it approached midday, her cunt wet with excitement as she toyed with Fortescue’s leash.

“ ... especially the condemned!” Fortescue bucked on his knees, poking his erect cock at the air, longing to spurt as another woman who’d dominated him mercilessly since Faith had openly outed him to her friends as a submissive, Cara Andrews, whose own deviance was a passion for rendering her victims helpless within latex or leather before dealing them with just what they deserved for allowing it, had him near orgasm with her taunt. The busty brunette, as senior as any woman present there, but just as keenly dominant, smirked as she looked up at the screen, eyeing the first structure which bore the chain.

“I can wait to see you in that sack Fortescue, I know how you loved to come when I had you that way ... and know you’ll be thinking of me, as the woman with the bullwhip administers your final pleasure before hanging.” The women laughed at him as he kissed her feet, knowing he’d be thinking just that, when applause from other guests distracted their attentions from the dominated male, as Faith re-emerged, smiling triumphantly as she showed off the acquisition which would see her husband know the pleasure that Dubbard was about to endure ... and having his erection pulse longingly at the sight.

The women cooed and tutted admiringly at the soft and delicate creature whose feminine shape had many looking on in jealousy. Tina gasped at the attention she was given, blushing openly as she wiggled her delicious buttocks as she was led in on tall heels, no panties and a purposely high frilled skirt revealing the only vestiges of masculinity she bore above her stocking tops, her little cock exposed beneath it, poking erect with the excitement of being shown as the submissive that every woman there knew she was. A short thin chiffon blouse exposing her pert waist enhanced her puffy little breasts, which poked her petite nipples. The blonde Eve was the first to add pertinent comment, as her eyes surveyed the pertly effeminate sissy, her shape putting most girls to shame.

“What an exquisitely divine creature Faith! ... she’s already seen one male to the gallows, and she’ll not fail to have Fortescue there himself...” She sighed with admiration as Tina pouted her puffy lips, her stomach in butterflies as she fought with the mixed feelings of being responsible for sending the males she desired to the gallows, the blonde woman excited by her.

“ ... why, I’ve a good mind to don a strap-on, and take her myself!”. The excitement of the women grew, as Tina was made to kneel closely in front of the gimp-masked Fortescue, upon a padded mattress on the floor before the screen which would see their disgrace when the hanging show was over, noon approaching. The women grinned with spiteful pleasure on seeing Faith have the sissy snuggle up close to her now panting husband, having his throbbing cock press against her flesh, threatening to shoot its load up the small of her back. Tina’s little cock poked hard as Fortescue grappled her, sniffing her hair, longing to fuck her.

All eyes went to the screen, and Fortescue’s cock pulsed harder than ever, oozing a line if warm pre-cum against the sissy’s back, at the hearty and sincere applause which rang out from the women, rejoicing at the prospect of seeing a male hang. Their sexual pleasure was more than evident too; many of the seemingly stately women there, now rubbing their cunts as a gagged and hobbled Dubbard was seen to emerge from a door some twenty-five yards off, and gasp visibly through the gag at seeing the gallows on which he’d die, for the first time. The vast crowd which had gathered, mainly female, roared their appreciation as a faltering Dubbard was walked awkwardly on his knees across the raised concourse to the first structure, the smiling women in black silk cloaks and tall heels, walking him with a slow deliberation, allowing the crowd a good view of him ... and having him savour what he faced.

Halfway across the concourse, the leash on which he was led by was jerked to have him halt, and with a smile broader than ever, one of the women in black silk lifted an arm, and pointed to a face in the crowd, in a favoured position close to the second structure which bore the noose, the crowd applauding her. Dubbard’s balls felt the urgency to come, there and then, as he looked upon the delighted face of Matron, the woman he’d longed to be dominated by ... who had seen to it that he’d hang for her pleasure, his cock pulsed in submissive awe at her cruelly sincere smile at her achievement as she took in the rich applause, knowing her cunt was hot with arousal at having dominated him in the severest way possible by seeing to it that he hanged at her behest.

Dominated and beaten by femininity in the days leading up to his punishment, the naked and bound Dubbard showed a boning erection as he was mocked and jeered at by his mostly female audience, and a good dosing of Viagra ensured the potency of his submissiveness would be enjoyed by all. With arms bound to his sides, his loosely bound ankles were trussed tightly while a muscular woman in a black latex catsuit, hooded to preserve her anonymity - something Dubbard was denied, his face to be enjoyed and remembered with erotic pleasure as he hanged - cracked the bullwhip he’d shortly know, for the pleasure of the crowd as he was rolled prostrate by the smiling women in black, to lay upon a leather body bag.