Chapter 2

A mixed air of joy and erotic anticipation immersed the inhabitants of the residence of Madam Amanda Fairchild on Garrick Street, both Madam herself and the entire female staff, at the announcement of her daughter having given birth to a healthy baby girl ... and the exciting prospect of disposal of a now unnecessary son-in-law. Chosen for his submissive tendencies toward femininity, he had known what the price of seeding his wife and owner, and her producing a feminine heir, would earn him ... and lying bound and gagged in silence at his Mother-in-law’s residence - readily available for the inevitable - he had erected as hard as was possible within the cock cage he’d been cruelly fitted with, on being told by a smiling Amanda that he was of no use to her daughter anymore, or any other woman ... except to provide them with the final entertainment he’d earned so meritoriously.

The drone had been interred and walked about the vast residence on a leash, in entertaining Madam Fairchild and her array of feminine staff, as well as select friends, from the moment the pregnancy had been confirmed and the sex then determined by a scan. Her daughter, his wife, and soon to be widow, had made monthly appearances, taking exquisitely smug pleasure in taunting him with her increasing bulge of expectancy ... and whipping him whilst she taunted him, with the gleeful household staff looking on. Released from his cock cage on those monthly visits, he was made to masturbate at her feet when her lust for the whip had been sated, and he did so eagerly, her taunts that he’d soon masturbate no more, bringing delighted jeering from the onlooking females ... and bringing forth a torrent of hot seed in submissive ecstasy, to be wasted upon a silver platter, then obediently licked clean by him.

Constantly gagged, cock-caged, and anally plugged, he’d been paraded and exhibited about the house, routinely taken everywhere, below to the kitchens, upstairs to every bedroom on occasion where he was put to good use. But in the nine months he’d been incarcerated under Madam Fairchild’s roof, he’d regularly been shown toward the double doors of an entrance in black oak to the rear of the residence, by her and by numerous maids and pompous house guests, but never taken through them. He’d noted many of the women’s laughs and others cut his flesh with whip or cane as he was shown by those doors, some rubbing their cunts as they pondered there ... and now the day had come when he’d venture through that portal.

As he writhed in bondage upon the bed, he’d been made aware that something special was to happen that day; the maids being in an extra mischievous mood, and leaving the door to his room, which was to the front of the grand residence, wide open. Madam Amanda had chosen this room for him, as it allowed him a teasing glimpse of the freedom he’d never know again, so near yet so far. It also allowed his ears to detect visitors to the residence, each dull detection of the doorbell, arousing him to the possibility of being dominated by a guest. With the door wide open, he was made aware of a continuing stream of visitors that day, his cock pulsing in the cage, his anus gripping the plug tight, at the familiarity of some of the voices ... women whose cunts and sweet puckered anuses he’d serviced with his tongue after harsh entertainment with whip or cane. A maid smiled in at him as he writhed, she dressed in a tight black uniform he’d not seen before, then gesturing to someone.

“Oh, I think he’s more than ready for it Madam ... impatient to know it, I’d say.” The hapless drone’s balls tingled to match that of his anus, as Madam Amanda Fairchild stepped into his field of vision, wearing just a black eye mask, black silken Basque and black thigh length boots, and sporting a long whip in one hand, she was magnificent in her dominance. Her nipples poked rock hard from her full breasts, her shaven cunt already puffy with obvious sexual arousal, she carried something black and something white across her other arm, as she looked down at him and sighed at the prospect of having him offer her the ultimate sexual pleasure that day. She moved her delicious thighs close to his head as he squirmed.

“Sniff at my cunt you worthless cur!...” He obliged without hesitation arching his neck as the black clad maid began untying him the scent of Amanda’s aroused cunt, having him dribble pre-cum through the pee-hole slot in the cock cage’s dome.

“ ... can you smell how aroused I am?...” He grunted confirmation through his ball gag, bringing a sneer from her, as the maid freed him from his bondage.

“ ... you can guess just why I’m so aroused can’t you?...” The maid giggled wickedly as she took a small key and unlocked his cock-cage, Amanda grinning spitefully too, as his cock erected and stood high in submissive arousal, his grunting through the gag, more of a whimper, as he dared not believe what was to happen to him, Amanda’s deep arousal now ready to award a deeply erotic taunt.

“Oh yes, yes you worthless cur ... you’re to hang for my pleasure today!...” The maid enjoyed feeling him tremble, as Amanda watched his cock pulse in masochistic awe, while she took the objects from her arm.

“ ... it’s been a long time, this final month ... and you’ll shoot your seed like never before, there’s so many women here who want to see it too!” He could now see the black object was a full length latex hood, with just eye holes and a gauze patch at the nose, his cock boning in submission as Amanda slipped the tight fitting disguiser over his head, the clingy latex displaying the contours of his face and the ball-gag wonderfully, having him snort through the patch, and display just his startled eyes through the holes. The dominant Mother-in-law sneered wickedly as she tied the black tape at his upper neck, her cunt moist with sadistic sexual anticipation.

“There! ... your personal identity erased, rendering you anonymous to match your worthlessness ... many of the guests who’ve come to see you hang will never have to see your face ... except via your death mask, which’ll be displayed at the gala afterwards!...” Her laughter cut through him, as he bucked his erect cock at the air,, already desperate to come as she caressed his neck below the latex.

“Perfect! ... enough exposed neck to have you enjoy the feel of the noose you’ve earned!” He gasped at the smooth latex and snorted wildly through the gauze as Amanda now unfurled the white object, gleefully showing him a short white silk shroud, which she slipped over his head, the short length flaring out effeminately, and not obscuring his standing cock which poked rigidly on display from below it. Both she and the maid sneered with pleasure.

“Many males have come their utmost whilst suspended in this shroud, and you’ll do the same ... it belittles you wonderfully, and’ll add to your shame ... humiliated deliciously on the rope!” She pulled his gauzed nose to her cunt after the maid had delighted in collaring him with a leash, enjoying her absolute control over his destiny as he snorted at her scent longingly, knowing he’d never lick it in servility again.

“ ... and you’ll not be the last to wear the shroud ... but you’ve earned the honour more than most!” He heard her laughter, felt the tug of the leash, and then heard the lusty crack of her whip ... led on all fours knowing he was now on the way to the gallows he so deserved, his cock displayed in a full erection below him, confirming his pathetic pleasure in being dominated, and that he so thoroughly deserved the rope. Though in a totally submissive awe, and in fear of what was about to happen to him, his obedience was never in question as he was led to those black double doors ... but Madam Amanda Fairchild’s whip ensured that obedience just the same.

He gasped and sucked on his ball-gag through the sticky latex, his anus tingling with fear and exquisite masochism, as the doors swung open, and a horde of black clad women lining the entrance way, gave tumultuous applause, sneering and jeering through their black eye-masks, as he gazed upon the cathedral like hall, with it’s Victorian glass roof still in perfect order ... for the first ... and the last time.

As the crowd of excited women spread to allow his progress, he noted the walls above them were covered with lines of facial effigies, the death masks of males who’d known the pleasure of absolute submission to Madams Fairchild since Victorian times, each bearing the serene half-smile of males who’d known the ultimate pleasure of submission to dominant femininity. His exposed cock boned and dribbled a thread of sticky pre-cum in knowing his face would soon gaze down too, to know permanent ridicule and contempt from any woman who cared to view it ... with spitefully erotic pleasure. Already ridiculed exquisitely by the leering and taunting women viewing the hooded and shrouded male, erect in masochistic defeat to know an as yet unseen gallows, his sense of eroticism peaked on being viewed with utter contempt by every woman there.

The only other male present, was the leashed and gagged Miller, previously brought in naked and on all fours, much to the delight of the massed women their, many of which had been present at the mound ... all there knowing he was to suffer the fate of the drone shortly, and taunting and teasing as they had him gaze at those masks of absolute bliss too. He also, being kept on all fours, had not been allowed a view of the apparatus belonging to Madam Fairchild, an apparatus which the drone was about to become familiar with ... in a demonstration of ultimate feminine power, he’d know the price of his union with Madam Fairchild’s daughter, and that younger woman now appeared before the wretch as he was ventured forward, receiving tumultuous applause, Miller ushered along too, as guest of honour to ensure he endured the full spite of the situation. Young Madam Fairchild sneered down at the hooded cur.

“You didn’t think I’d miss seeing my mother hang you, did you?...” As Madam senior gave him a taste of her whip for faltering slightly, she impatient to have her pleasure in the deed, his cock boned rigid in submissive awe at the spiteful magnificence of the woman who’d earned him the gallows. She had dominated him thoroughly, even the dark pleasure in seeding her had always been with him bound after being whipped or caned and reduced to a snivelling, tearful, wretch, often before an eager audience of maids or especially sadistic female guests. He’d then been laid on his back to squirm on his fresh cuts and abrasions, his cock high and erect in a shameful confirmation of his masochistic pleasure in being beaten and defeated by womanhood.

That rigidly erect cock brought on the utter contempt it deserved from his wife and gleeful onlookers, as well as the lusty and carnal desire to see it put to good use, his controlling wife then sliding her elegant thighs across the squirming cur, and having that cock slip deep into the warmth of her cunt, hot and moist after her dating her sadism with whip or cane. Sometimes alone, but more often with that eager audience, she had shown him the only place worthy of him when seeding her; queened when lying bound after severe punishment, the lusty and commanding rhythm of her torso and thighs demanding the surrender of the contents of his balls to her, the seed drawn from him ... and given up in servile ecstasy by him, the cynical laughing of that select audience at his pleasured grunting, ensuring a worthy delivery of seed was rendered in blissful humiliation on each occasion.

Madam Amanda had witnessed the carnal ritual herself on occasion; she and others present approaching the bound wretch, on her daughter having dismounted following deserved orgasm at his expense, to rest back in a soft chair, her breasts and belly heaving as she allowed the seed to settle. The drone was then committed to immediate masturbation, maids and guests taking turns to either bring his flaccid cock back to a fresh erection, or facesit him; their aroused cunts and anuses making sure that cock did not disappoint ... not for three or four further deliveries anyhow. Thus he’d been reduced to further tears, miked mercilessly till his flopping member could produce no more. Madam Amanda Fairchild had had the final say herself on occasion; her strict hand and her taunting over what he faced on her daughter producing a female heir, guaranteeing a final pathetic spurt of milky residue from his pathetically limp member ... but his orgasm exquisitely potent in its masochistic ecstasy, brought on by the hand of the woman who promised to hang him.

The drone’s cock maintained its high rigidity as the sight of the woman who’d owned him, brought back those vivid memories of her seeding as she greeted her mother, the sincerity of her pleasure in the tone of her greeting to the drone who was about to make her a widow, exciting the feminine crowd wonderfully. She grinned down at the pathetic figure, hooded, shrouded, his eyes peeping through the holes in the hood which erased his identity, the only things recognisable to her ... and viewing her in submissive awe as usual.

“I so enjoyed your use as a drone, and one day I’ll enjoy my position as Mother-in-law in performing the hanging of a drone chosen for my daughter, you can thank yourself for that...” She grinned wickedly as the Mother-in-law of the moment, Madam Amanda, cracked her whip and tugged him forward, having the crowd of women part as the proud new mother continued her taunt as she walked on.

“ ... but you’re of no use to me now, nor will you be allowed to be of use to any other woman ... your last seed will be given up to the gallows!” Her spiteful words were accompanied by echoing laughter, and the parting of the crowd of attentive and eager womanhood to reveal a vast glass-roofed arena, with banked seating of wildly applauding women about its perimeter ... and at its centre, a sight now open to both crawling males had them both baulk and falter on their leashes, both wanting to come, and defecate, all at once.

There stood the smart but stark gallows, its broad and sturdy beam suspending a long stout rope and silken clad noose, from which the drone would be so deservedly suspended for completing his submissive duty. The drone whimpered audibly through the gag and latex, so overcome and fearful was he, delighting his feminine audience with his reluctance ... he’d long known he was to hang, and the masochistic thoughts of it had been paramount in his pathetically submissive mind as he’d shot his seed in ecstasy, but now he actually saw the ominous device on which he’d know final humiliation, his cock pulsed and dribbled pre-cum at the excitement of his own reluctance to know the grip of that inviting noose.

As the horde of women enjoyed the drone’s obvious reluctance as the taste of Amanda’s whip saw him ever closer to the platform steps, Miller was taken to a vantage point before one of the banks of leering and applauding women, to kneel and display his rigid erection at seeing the instrument of death he’d soon know the pleasure of. The stark gallows provided an intimidating vista, but his pulsing and bobbing cock dribbled equally at the sheer spite and anticipated enjoyment of every woman there at seeing a male hang, his anus clenching at the anal plug on noting that many of the women were sneering down at him too, about to thoroughly enjoy seeing his fear as he witnessed what would happen to him too; an exquisite bonus to the show, which they’d remember in full sexual arousal when he graced the noose for their pleasure himself. One particularly spiteful red-headed matriarch leaned across the seating, to taunt the kneeling and gagged Miller.

“You know there’s various sections of death masks here, the faces of each showing the pleasure they knew, the humiliation of reluctants, rapists, womanisers, captured for eternal ridicule long after their disposal?...” Pamela jerked his head up on the leash, to have her gagged and excited pet acknowledge her, just as Cheryl and Dorothy joined them, sitting alongside the ever smiling Tara and Hortense. Miller grunted through his gag, the pleasured and spiteful smile of the mature redheaded matriarch, exciting him as much as the sight of the gallows as she continued with trite sincerity in her tone.

“ ... perhaps Madam Fairchild will start a new section for masturbators, males who’ve cheated womanhood of their seed ... starting with your mask after you’ve entertained us...”. The immediate crowd of women laughed with sneering pleasure at the idea, not least Pamela, who enjoyed Miller’s servile quivering before the Matriarch, as the redhead looked him up and down with a face now hardening to one of sheer contempt.

“ ... either way, we shall all be so glad to see your mask up upon the wall ... where it so deservedly belongs.” Miller wanted to come for the matriarch there and then, as the women concurred with her thoughts with sneering sighs, and he soon learned he’d not be denied that pleasure ... the Matriarch now moving her words toward Pamela, with some urgency, as the quaking drone was upon the first step up to the gallows.

“Madam Longstaff, I’d be so grateful if I could be allowed a little time with your masturbator before he hangs, I’m sure I’d be able to return the favour in some way ... I so love to taunt males destined for the rope, and we could make the appointment soon, giving his worthless balls ample time to refresh for the noose.” Miller’s cock pulsed a long thread of sticky lubrication, as Pamela affirmed her wishes, having him know he’d soon be servicing a mature and thoroughly seasoned ginger cunt with his tongue ... in utter servitude whilst being taunted regarding his next appointment.

“Why yes, of course Madam Proctor ... my arms would appreciate the rest, whilst someone else shows our cur his place with the whip.” The redhead’s cunt oozed with satisfaction as she kept one eye on Miller, as did many of the women there, whilst their main attention now returned to the main deed of the day, Miller unable to turn his gaze from the sordid spectacle unfolding before him, whilst his mind wrangled with just how the senior redhead’s cunt and anus would taste ... in full sadistic arousal at the prospect of seeing the owner of that tongue, hanged for pleasure.

The huge crowd of feminity, each woman driven by hedonistic dominance, sneered, taunted, and jeered, as once again the drone showed a reluctance which aroused their cunts no end, as he faltered upon the steps in the shadow of the noose he’d not escape. A grinning Amanda passed the leash to an excited maid, the young woman stepping provocatively past the hooded and shrouded male, whose erection still stood as high as ever on seeing the short skirted and black stockinged maid stand tall on taking command of him, his eyes feasting on the very fabric and contours of the noose he’d know, another maid already on the platform, and twirling the noose with a smile. His boning cock pulsed as the crowd applauded, Amanda flicking her whip to its full length, then with hand on hip, snaked the whip back, and with one deft and spiteful application, cured both her impatience and the drone’s reluctance with a stinging crack of her whip to submissive flesh.

Miller almost came, on witnessing Madam Amanda Fairchild express her supreme dominance with such acutely sadistic pleasure, the mature woman’s gasp of sexual pleasure, as audible as the muffled whine through gag and hood from the drone as his flesh was cut by her whip, those sounds then drowned out by grateful applause from massed womanhood as the drone was stumbled up the steps on his knees by the gleeful maid to be prepared for the noose.

Pamela enjoy watching Miller buck his erect cock at the air, as a whip bearing Amanda and her daughter made a haughty procession up the steps, whilst the male made anonymous by the hood, squirmed on the platform deck below the noose, the maids having descended upon him to remove his collar and leash, and render his limbs helpless with leather strapping. Pamela grinned at the craning of the drone’s neck, and his obvious snorting through the gauze as the smiling young maids bent their black stockinged legs and squatted over their victim to strap him helpless.

“See how he sniffs for their arousal Miller, you’ll do just the same ... the whiffs will give him, and you, confirmation of their acutely sexual pleasure in rendering him helpless, their power over him absolute, in ensuring he’ll not escape the noose.” Miller brought cynical laughter from his immediate feminine audience, the redheaded Elaine Proctor in particular, as he snorted at the air compulsively, longing to know the scent of those cunts whilst in utter submission, as was the drone. The redhead sneered at his obvious and pathetic wanting.

“You’ll be sniffing at those young and excited cunts soon enough ... but you’ll know the scent of a mature one first!” Pamela, Cheryl, Dorothy and those close, barely had time to laugh at the matriarch’s taunt, when those squatting maids having ensured the drone had sampled the wafts of their sexual excitement enough, lifted the quivering cur to his knees, having him display leather strapping about ankles, knees and thighs, his awkward squirming beneath the short white silken shroud, confirming his arms were strapped to his sides, and his wrists strapped tightly together behind his back ... the smiling maids receiving glances of admiration, and the drone receiving pompous and haughty glances of contempt mixed with satisfaction, at his being readied for what they sincerely believed he so righteously deserved.

Miller was now consumed by a surreal sense of disbelief, unable to come to terms with the reality of seeing a male hang, as Amanda’s daughter drew the as yet untethered noose down, and slipped it over the latex hooded head of the male who’d fertilised her, resulting in the birth of a female heir ... and demanding his death upon the gallows, being of no further use to her. Miller’s cock was as erect and aching as the drone’s, on seeing the curt and satisfied smile on the face of the woman who was his wife, as she pulled the slipknot taut against the back of his neck, in her haste to become his widow. The hushed silence now observed by the audience of women eager to see him hang, broken only by the occasional masturbatory sigh of some, already enjoying self gratification at just his noosing, as Amanda’s daughter taunted him with a tug in the rope, having him enjoy the feel of the noose.

“There! ... I’ve waited so long to do that ... I’m so going to enjoy seeing you hang!” He quivered in submissive awe of her, as the two smiling maids now hauled him to his feet, whilst the proud Amanda strutted to the gallows rear, and pulling the rope taut, tethered it, leaving the drone teetering precariously on extended tip-toe upon the trap, ready for the drop. His stomach churned, his balls tingling and anus clenching hard at the plug in fear, and a masochistic anticipation, as he was left to savour the feel of the noose for a few moments, the women smiling at him luridly, enjoying his tease by the noose, the strangling grip of which, he’d soon know in earnest. With his cock poking high from beneath the flair of the short white shroud, erect in the bliss of being bound and humiliated by women, that smiling audience were left in no doubt that he thoroughly deserved to be snuffed out by the rope, as Amanda sauntered over to the lever which would see to his death, her bared nipples poking rock hard with arousal as she approached it.