Chapter 7

Faith Fortescue’s trip to Vorlax 5, where she would be received in the triumphant honour of the disposal of her husband, couldn’t come soon enough, but first the pleasure of that disposal was to be savoured with a gratifying sexual delight, just the thought of it having had the mature woman masturbate many times at her supreme dominance over him, his submission rewarded with a trip to the gallows by her manipulation.

She eased herself into a tight leather outfit for the court hearing, which was of course already a foregone conclusion, the short and tight leather skirt and thigh boots would tease his sexual desires on his seeing her in it, as it had been an outfit which had seen him spend plentifully in utter submission under her whip when she’d worn it. The sight of her in it bringing home the reason why he was being sentenced to death for a weakness, death so thoroughly deserved, and he’d know her cunt would be ripely aroused with a dominant sadism within that leather as she heard the execution which she’d arranged with spitefully erotic pleasure, confirmed officially by pompous and equally sadistic feminine officialdom.

Even before he’d seen the satisfied smile of the woman who’d arranged his death, Fortescue was erect with a masochistic pleasure, on being whipped and taunted by the female guards, allowed to sniff at their cunts before being led out naked on all fours in total humiliation. With the scent of those cunts still teasing his nostrils, and the cruelty of their taunts still lushly vivid, he lapsed into a masochistically erotic aura on being led out on all fours, naked, leashed, and gagged, before smiling camerawomen, his boning erection and freshly striped flesh, evident to the entire home planet audience, eagerly viewing the humiliation of a cur in a televised court session.

The smiles of the camerawomen betrayed both their contempt and contentment as they ensured Fortescue was given the utmost exposure, knowing recordings would be made globally of the deserved shaming of a deviant male who’d be deservedly awarded the death penalty, his penultimate shaming at the hands of righteous and officious women, masturbated over eternally by men and women alike. His anus tingled incessantly as he was led to the raised dock on which he’d be pilloried, with ironic thoughts which took him back to being led to a caning by a Schoolmistress when in his youth, the stinging pleasure of which had helped awaken him to the controlling passion of dominant womanhood ... the dominance which would now lead him to his death at the hands of superior women.

His cock pulsed erect as he grunted through the gag on seeing his own image being transmitted via a screen above the judges, the live broadcast catching every moment of his shaming, the smug and contemptuous sneers of the judicial body of haughty women, caught deliciously by alternate smiling camerawomen as different views were broadcast ... his grunting in a futile effort to express his feelings of submission, put down by the whips of the two cat-suited guards and exciting his audience, on his eyes taken to the witness area by that screen ... and those eyes meeting with the triumphal smirk of Madam Faith Fortescue, her cross-legged pose in those thigh length boots expressing her supremely dominant figure clad in the leather outfit which had seen to some of his most erotic expulsions of seed in utter submission.

Obviously by a prior agreement, the camerawomen gave Madam Fortescue much exposure, they and the completely biased and corrupt officialdom patently aware of her involvement in seeing her husband get what he so deserved, the eroticism of it, bringing satisfied murmurings from the entirely feminine audience. Her rich sneer at her naked husband as his well used flesh quivered under those whips, bringing the cocks and cunts of all who witnessed it to a sordid arousal ... not least Fortescue’s, as the whippings he’d received from her whilst in that outfit, took his submissive thoughts to the whipping he’d received whilst suspended by his ankles, cocooned in the leather body bag before he enjoyed the divine grip of the noose.

The mature and pompous judges did nothing to ease his aching erection either, the selection of women judges where male deviants were concerned was a formality, allowing those deviants - and all viewing proceedings - a darkly sexual thrill which was contrary to the prudish codes of the home planet, but thinly masked by the officialness that the erotic debacle hid behind. The reason behind having deviant’s appear naked, given as purely to humiliate them, the veneer of the upright code stubbornly adhered to whenever questioned by the more prudish ... their dark excitement then justified on seeing the obvious arousal of deviants such as Fortescue ... the inability of those deviants to defend themselves as all were uniformly gagged, never questioned. The erection in question pulsed with a longing to spurt at the sight of mature women in black silk gowns, their curt and contemptuous smiles at him, betraying the sincerity of their pleasure in being chosen to condemn a male to death.

At the forefront was the plump and auburn haired Judge Miriam Blandish, her large breasts poking their excited nipples through the black silk, a woman who in public was long married and prudishly upright ... but in reality was no stranger to the delights to be had on visits to Vorlax 5. In reality, the 50 plus year old woman was bisexual, and her husband a mere convenience needed for her image on the home planet. Left at home, he wriggled in bondage on a bed, with electrodes attached to his rigidly bound cock, and inserted into his anus, tended and dominated by sneering maids, who taunted him as he was made to view the court proceedings on a screen - those maids teasing his glans and anus with jolts of electricity whenever the woman who’d crushed his will and enslaved him appeared on the screen, knowing those jolts would have his cock and anus feel as though on fire, when the woman whom he had married and dominated him sentenced yet another male to death.

Those maids grinned as those views also took on a younger woman beside her amongst the sneering women in black, delighting in having him squirm in an exquisite blend of pain, masochistic pleasure, and utter submissiveness as he viewed Jennifer Proctor, a shapely brunette, proud, as haughty as any older woman ... and the bisexual lover of Judge Miriam Blandish. Though their association in public was thought to be strictly through judicial interests, Miriam’s defeated husband was more than aware of a stricter and erotic situation which those spiteful maids were also patently aware of. Though the two women’s lesbian love ruled their passions, they both enjoyed dalliances with chosen males ... and the sexual thrill of dominating submissive males such as her husband. The maids grinned with a pert sexual pleasure of their own, as he was made to squirm when viewing women whose cunts and anuses he’d been grateful to lick clean, after both holes had been serviced by their favourite studs.

Judge Miriam’s moist cunt twitched between her plump thighs as she thought of her husband’s pain, as she turned and gave the women to one side of her a rich smile, a smile which was given as a pretence as though to ask if they were all ready, but was actually a smile of sexual anticipation for Jennifer ... one which had the cunt of the younger woman perk with heated arousal at thoughts of their coming incognito trip to Vorlax 5, Miriam’s cunt oozing with a spiteful arousal on knowing her husband would be squirming in pain as the maids wound up that buzzer a little on his viewing that smile, he having been taunted with the knowledge of that trip when he’d be left to be treated to further merciless treatment from those maids.

Miriam and her lover Jennifer would visit the selection of transported deviants she’d officially sentenced, who’d been kept in isolation at their secret residence there ... and would face the entertainment of a further mock trial, where the sentences she’d wished for but couldn’t impose, would be imposed with pompous and sexual satisfaction. As per the satisfaction achieved by Judge Devereux in hanging a deviant the moment she’d arrived on Vorlax 5 ... and witnessed by a certain sissy, deviants could be disposed of on a mere whim when there. The now hotly aroused Judge Miriam Blandish sneered with contempt as she viewed a deviant ... one for whom a mock trial on the punishment planet would not be necessary.

“Roger Fortescue! ... you have been accused of a grossly indecent act, of which the court will now witness a video of!” Fortescue’s cock perked with a lust to view his own humiliation, his mind now firmly on being sentenced to the noose, dribbling luridly through the ball-gag, matching the dribbling of sticky threads from his cock, as the cameras focused on another screen ... and he saw himself squeezing his erect cock into the soft and inviting cleft of, what at a first glance by those in the audience looked like a typically sweet young girl being taken anally - something worthy of a hanging in itself as far as their manufactured prudishness was concerned - but then the camera angle was dropped lower by whoever the laughing female was, who was compiling the film. The feminine crowd gasped, some almost giving out a sordid laughter of their own, as the camera picked out a darling and petit little cock, boning a pert erection to its miniscule maximum with the pleasure of being taken like the girl they’d assumed she was.

Fortescue’s cock pulsed with the lusty combination of being humiliated publicly, a want for the feel of his cock in that sweet haven once more ... and a perverted lust to know the noose there was no chance he’d escape the pleasure of now. The jury and audience were not remotely interested in to whom the feminine laughter belonged to, but Fortescue was patently aware of it being that of the very woman in leather who sat smirking contentedly in the witness area ... simply there to give a character reference which would condemn him. The cameras took a nice long exposure of him as he cowered in shame, before then moving to the smug smile of Judge Blandish.

“The only true witness available other than the civil guards who found them bound together ... by whom it is irrelevant ... is the deviant creature whose sexual pleasure was clearly seen on being sodomised by the pervert you see before us...” One of the cat-suited guards took great pleasure in hauling the kneeling Fortescue back on his haunches with the leash, her cunt slick with arousal in her tight leggings at emulating a noose, and ensuring his gagged face was fully exposed for the cameras ... and for the entire home planet to register the shamed face of a deviant cur and the poking erection which confirmed his deviance. The other guard was not to miss out, grinning with a smug sexual pleasure at awarding him cursory strokes with her whip, in order to keep his back straight while the judge continued.

“ ... as that perversion of nature is now rightfully incarcerated upon Vorlax 5, we can only call upon his wife to give an assessment of his character ... Madam Faith Fortescue, please take the stand!” Faith’s sneering smirk was more than apparent to the audience, murmurings of pert delight emanating from them, in guessing that this was the woman whose laughter they had heard, that thought exquisitely exciting in itself as the woman in tight leathers which accentuated her curvaceous feminine shape, strutted on the tall heels of her boots to give what would be a damning reference of her husband ... she, more than happy to become a widow within the week.