Chapter 12

Cecil’s cock boned in an erotic salute to Madam Olivia Renfrew’s dominance over masculinity on seeing the transport to her plantation down a narrow gauge railway to her plantation. His erect cock was teased further by Martha’s smile of spiteful pleasure, on seeing there was no engine to provide locomotive power for the single but not unsubstantial carriage which awaited on the narrow track which branched off to her residence, but a team of twelve hooded, gagged and subdued males, their backs red with the applications of an extensive bullwhip sported by a smiling Eastern woman, sat high on a perched seat to illustrate her power to all ... especially the male curs who cowered, kneeling, and some daring to glance toward the party of arrivals, getting a masochistic thrill on seeing the magnificent woman who’d seen to their misery.

Madam Olivia made sure she took pride of place at the front of the glass-fronted carriage, ushering Martha, Georgina, and the other women up close to her, and had the two gimp masked males kneel in the aisle between the seats at the very fore, to allow them a good view of feminine superiority as they were taken to their destiny. Martha made sure that Cecil was close by, to enjoy the sadistic panorama. The carriage was open, except for the glass frontage which also enclosed the sides of the transport up to the first three rows of seats, the cover from the sun was simply a silky white awning, which Cecil noted was curiously spotted toward the front, he also saw that there were fresh looking red splatters upon the glass to the sides ... a flick of the bullwhip from the perched woman soon had him realise why, as the last of the eager entourage had boarded.

The smile of acutely sadistic pleasure was evident upon the whip woman’s face, as she unleashed the braided leather demon upon the males who laboured to have the carriage gain some momentum, the curling whip ensuring they put every effort into the task, each delivery made with a sexually excited vigour from the whip mistress, and biting at the flesh of the chosen recipient with an expertise which excited her feminine audience. As each withdrawal of the flailing whip returned, many flicked at the glass sides of the carriage, making their purpose evident as the wicked knotted leather tail slapped at the glass and flicked the blood and sweat of its last recipient against it. Cecil’s cock boned at Madam Olivia’s level of sadistic dominance as she addressed the two, equally erect, gimp masked males treated to the spectacle.

“See how lucky you are, knowing your agony will be so much shorter than that these deserving individuals endure ... you’ll soon be on high, displayed in humiliation, having provided entertainment for my guests and plantation staff, the rope having provided the pleasure you seek...” She grinned wickedly, the other women murmuring their concurrence with the prospect of witnessing the deaths of submissives upon the scaffold, their cunts moist with arousal in anticipation of it as she continued for the benefit of all upon the carriage.

“ ... the males before you have been condemned to death by whip and toil, selected from those who showed disobedience or insolence upon my plantation, and some brought here having subjected women to their false authority, then having been subdued, put to the final task they now enjoy...” She licked her lips as the whooshing of that whip, and its impact upon male flesh, serenaded her speech, her cunt hot with the regal pomposity she so thoroughly enjoyed in her lifestyle of absolute domination over masculinity.

“ ... some will endure many, many journeys, lusting to know the whip ... but death will inevitably be theirs at some point, and that death is made apparent to all those who remain, as they are buried close to the track where they fall.” She grinned with spite as the gasps of her guests took in the now apparent mounds which were evident so frequently along the trodden edges of the track bed ... the feet of the teams of whipped males almost stepping upon them ... their destiny made all the more apparent. Cecil was immersed in his own masochistic lust at the amusement shown by the women at the plight of those males, none more so than that shown by the partly native girl, acquired by the dog outfit woman; her eyes enjoyed the applications of that whip to the full, her envious lust to use it made clear as she grinned at her new mistress.

“I hope one fall to the whip, and thrashed to his grave for disobedience ... I love see that.” His cock boned with a yearning at both the sheer spite of a mere girl, and at her already remarkable broken English, which somehow added to the spice. The dog outfit woman was already imagining the entire team humiliated in outfits themselves, and sighed at her new charge’s sexually fired sadism.

“Oh yes Tara my dear ... that would truly be exquisite.” Cecil’s cock perked at now knowing her name and defying his code of absolute obedience to Madam Martha Hilbrand, gawped at her with a longing to know her pleasure with the whip upon him. Martha grinned to herself, her cunt hotly aroused by the atmosphere, on seeing his open sexual admiration for the spicily dominant girl ... seeing his tears as she whipped him, and her dominant delight at whipping a Western male for the first time, would be such a pleasure ... and a necessary punishment for his indiscipline.

It came as a mild disappointment to many of those women that none of the males fell, on that short but winding trip on the jungular track, but this was tempered by the sight of Madam Olivia Renfrew’s palatial residence ahead ... and two stark objects which accompanied the grand residence in the area cleared of jungle growth ... two stout gibbets with nooses dangling, bringing a curt smile from Madam Olivia, and boning erections from the two gimp masked males, as they took in the final place they’d know. Just the sight of the gallows had Cecil longing to masturbate, and as the throng of female plantation staff greeted the collapse of the whipped slaves on their arrival, some kicking the exhausted and thrashed males with sneering contempt, Olivia had him nearly spend spontaneously as she turned to the young and spiteful Tara.

The two gimp-masked males were pointed immediately toward the two awaiting nooses, and both erected rigidly as the throng of awaiting eastern women, fought to assist in seeing them up the crude steps to the wooden platform, their lust to spend in humiliation on high, enhanced tenfold by the sheer excitement and enthusiasm of the women in seeing them die, their curt smiles of smug approval so vivid as their necks were introduced to the nooses, women queuing to slap their faces and squeeze their tight scrotums as Madam Olivia Renfrew prepared to make her speech. Cecil watched the mature woman, with one eye on the delectably dominant Tara, as she mounted the austere platform and faced the crowd of eager women.