Chapter 8

The whiff of Vera Spitzen’s cunt had been exceptionally spicy that morning, and the orgasm that Smallcock was more than grateful to award her with his subservient tongue, matched the potency of that lush feminine whiff, as the ruby haired matriarch moaned in ecstasy, watching recorded footage of a public hanging as one of her latest acquisitions lovingly adorned the pert bean of her clitoris in a submissive ecstasy of his own. As she grimaced in a haughty and victorious pleasure whilst watching a bound male spunk his last upon the rope, the addition to her collection which the hanging of Fortescue would provide, could not come soon enough.

The waves of her ectasy were prolonged by the grunting of a male in orgasm further back in the luxuriously appointed lounge, as he discharged his seed into the tight anus of a pretty sissy, dressed in a frilly maid’s outfit with heels, she in turn, thoroughly enjoying her submissive role as kneeling while being serviced, she sucked hard on the rigid cock of another male, who would soon be grunting his pleasure too. As per Smallcock, Tina Chambers was now finding that the punishment planet was an erotic heaven for submissive’s, and she was being put to very good use by Madam Spitzen, very good use indeed.

The Correction House owner, moaned in sexual contentment on hearing that grunting as the sissy was taken while Smallcock’s tongue obliged her mature cunt. The two males were hooded, and supposedly anonymous to her ... but she and the other scheming women of both the home planet and Vorlax 5 knew exactly who they were. Unknow to them, their perverse pleasure in dominating the pretty creature with a diminutive cock and ringed hairless balls which defied her otherwise feminine appearance, was being filmed and catalogued - their body shapes and any markings or blemishes noted, damning those bereft of any tattoo or scar in any courtroom of women. Yes, in the corrupt world of both planets, pretty Tina was perfect bait as the women strived for total supremacy and the inevitable dominance which was already being put into place.

The ruby haired matriarch sighed with sexual contentment on hearing the second male grunt in a tone which she and every other female would recognise instantly, especially those who’d heard it in the Hall of Commerce ... and those, who like Madam Spitzen, had heard it as he came in submission to a whip applied in dominant arousal. Indeed, those occasions were partly on the somewhat flabby middle-aged males mind, as Tina gratefully submitted to the demands of his turgid cock, her bliss more than evident as her own miniscule remnant of her token masculinity squirted in a pert orgasm as the former grunting male continued to thrust in exquisite ecstasy at his devious sodomy, while the latter spurted in an acutely sexual pleasure while the sissy’s sweet red lips glided in obedience along the length of his pulsing cock, the taste of his hot seed giving her that lush taste of absolute submission as generous loads of semen filled both her tight anus and her mouth ... how she was loving the punishments of Vorlax 5.

Madam Vera Spitzen grinned with satisfaction as Smallcock continued to sniff and lick at her sated and slickly lubricated cunt, her mind now going further than the hanging already officially scheduled on hearing that grunt ... she now knew who’d hang publicly next, and be treated to those official humiliations. She and the women who thrived on those lusty exhibitions of make termination upon the rope were of course treated to many on Vorlax 5, but the thrill of seeing a male they needed to dispose of arrested by female guards on returning to the home planet, subjected to a televised and official but mock trial before women judges ... then whipped and hanged publicly, gave them an erotic thrill like no other. Her orgasm was now complete, and feeling strangely benevolent toward the willing Smallcock, she lifted her thighs high in the chair, and had his excited eyes stare at her sweaty brown pucker, highly seasoned by her sexual pleasures.

“You may now lick my anus and masturbate ... be ready to lick your seed from the floor when you’ve shown your tribute to me.”. Smallcock hesitated only slightly, and that just so as he could savour the heavenly whiffs of her hot anus as he grabbed his standing cock. Vera sneered, her cunt already tingling again at the thought of hangings, and the opportunity to show her absolute dominance over one if her latest acquisitions, the command of him giving her an exquisite thrill.

“What are you waiting for! ... lick! ... else you’ll be denied and thrashed to orgasm!” She chuckled cynically as Smallcock showed the obedience he could never deny any woman, gratefully sweeping his already well used tongue across the delicious ribbing of her taut pucker, savouring the tangy tastes of his defeat as she sighed again and had her ring dilate. He stopped wildly as his tongue and taste buds were then allowed the heated savouries of her anus, its inviting warmth probed lovingly as his nose was pressed hard against the base of her gorgeous slot, the blended whiffs of feminine anus blending with those of the cunt which had demanded an orgasm at his expense. He longed to be her permanent property as his balls peaked toward a lusty and deeply submissive orgasm, but knew the spiteful woman would soon be selling him on to the highest bidder ... and just the thought of that cruelty had him shoot his mess, enveloped in the ecstatic pleasure of utter surrender to her.

Vera chuckled softly with contempt as his seed shot in luxuriant bursts to the base of the chair she spread her elegant legs across, and to the floor below it, his face tight at her flesh and sniffing wildly at her cunt as he probed her anus to depths which warmly aroused her, she recording that asset in her mind as he showed her his true colours in well and truly knowing his place. She picked her phone and whispered into it, as he continued to sniff wildly and pump his semen in honour of her dominance, the grunting individuals in the lounge behind her, well out of recognisable earshot.

“Hi ... are you ready for his?... “ The feminine voice at the other end smirked its response.

“Oh, I’m ready for anything, and it sounds like you’re having fun ... so I can guess its good news...” Madam Spitzen sighed with dominant pleasure as Smallcock continued to dribble cum from his stropped cock, wanting his probing of her anus to last forever.

“I have Reginald Uppingham here ... and we now have enough for his exposure, but a de-masking event would be exquisite in having him know public humiliation on the gallows awaits him...” The voice at the other end gasped with excitement.

“ ... The ‘Lord of Commerce’ ready to make way for a Lady? ... Oh yes please! ... our grip on total power grows ever nearer! ... let’s arrange it!” Vera sneered as Smallcock’s head was pushed away from her now suitably cleaned anus, a finger pointing him to the blobs and streaks of milky semen on the floor and dribbling from the chair.

“ ... Walter Bronkhurst is with him, enjoying my latest sissy ... we’ll discuss his deserved demise too, when we get together after you arrive... 2pm at the Belle Epoch Café Thursday? ... bring the others ... ciao!” As Smallcock finished licking his seed from the fabric of the chair, then obediently plied his tongue to the salty globules upon the floor, Vera put a spiked heel to his back and sighed with contentment as two masked males who’d dressed hurriedly, made their exit through a side door. She grinned at their departure.

“See you again soon, ‘gentlemen’.” They acknowledged her with nods and left in in sheepish fashion, keeping their hoods on even when aboard their automated transports outside, content that the Correction House woman was totally unaware of their identities. Blissfully unaware of any plot, but soon to be made aware of it by Smallcock, pretty Tina lay dozing on the padded floor mat which had seen her domination, her delectable bottom poking high, the generous deposit of semen from one male dribbling from it in confirming his mastery of her, and at her other end, semen which had escaped her swallowing, dribbled down her cheek as she sighed in submissive contentment ... the semen of another male who’d hang due to her delicious attraction.

At a luxurious mansion on the home planet, Judge Miriam Blandish sighed with erotic thoughts as she placed a phone down after a certain call to her, the sound of a portly middle-aged male crying out amid the menacing cracks of a whip, as Jennifer Proctor, some 25 years his junior, showed the male that she could be just as dominant as her senior lover. Dressed in a maid’s frilly skirt and heels, the quaking male gawped at the older woman’s approach between cries, as the smiling woman belted a huge strap-on to herself, a gnarled nub at its base ensuring that her cunt would be stimulated, and ensuring its thorough use, her smile telling him he was to be fucked anally.

“Sentence is to be duly served for your feeble submission! ... just be thankful you’ve escaped my gallows ... for now!” The hotly aroused Jennifer smiled wickedly at her dominant partner, as the male gave out cries of a different kind, the generous phallus that she knew all to well, having the male know that the older woman’s penis envy was not to be denied, her mastery of the stiff rubber cock seeing to it in having him know just which sex was truly superior.

Madam Faith Fortescue had been made aware of the meeting to take place at the somewhat risque cafe on Vorlax 5, and though the discussion amongst a wholly female group which was to take place there, filled her with excitement as those meets invariably involved the advancement of feminine power, her strut to the great open square where a certain hanging was to take place, had her cunt ripely aroused for the event in hand. She sighed with anticipation as she advanced through the vast throng of equally excited women, many accompanied by demure males, who were seen through the public eye to be merely dignitaries or spectators there to view proceedings, but Faith, and the women accompanying them, knew they were merely dominated males who already knew their place below those women, and were there and not upon the raised platform by the grace of those women’s preference for the continued pleasure of dominating them. They were also brought there to be reminded that the whims of those women could be changed at any time ... and they too could then know the humiliating pleasures that the deviant Roger Fortescue would now enjoy.

Faith almost blushed, but retained her dominant pose, as a raucous applause was given up by the huge feminine crowd on recognising her as the woman who, though married to the deviant, had shown no affection whatsoever him ... and had expressed her desire to whip him herself as he hanged by his ankles before hanging, her spiteful dominance revealed during the televised trial. As she strutted arrogantly amid the adoration given her, she smirked with pleasure at seeing Judge Miriam Blandish, Jennifer Proctor, Miriam’s cousin Judge Winifred who’d so enjoyed sentencing Dubbard to death, the Matron from the Wayward Girls Unit ... and a spiteful looking ginger girl, who’s eyes were filled with a wicked excitement at the sadistic thrill of seeing a whipping and hanging in the flesh.

The five women would also be accompanying Faith on a transport to Vorlax 5, and all would be part of the meet at the Belle Epoch Café; the debacle they were about to witness was the perfect aperitif for it. Faith pleased to have contact with Judge Winifred once more, that sentiment being mutual with her, and she had been thrilled with Faith’s sissy having been the confirming factor that had seen both Dubbard and Fortescue awarded the death penalty. Partial to sissies herself, she was thrilled to inform Faith of the pretty girl’s progress.

“I can’t wait to spend some time with that sissy you used in seeing your husband too the gallows, purchasing her with his own money to secure his demise...” She sighed with a sexual pleasure as her cousin Miriam, with whom she didn’t always see eye to eye, smiled smugly and nodded her mutual pleasure at that fittingly erotic factor before Winifred continued.

“ ... having also ensured Dubbard’s pleasure in what your husband will enjoy today, she’s being put to further good use by Madam Spitzen on the punishment planet ... and she’s prettier than ever!”. The women laughed as Matron smiled warmly at Faith, richer for the funds that the male about to be displayed had provided, adding to the wealth of her illicit sales of deviant creatures she’d trained. She touched the thigh of the tall and stern looking girl beside her as she faced Faith.