As Madam Bella Wick read of the hanging of a criminal, she slipped a manicured finger through the cleft of her hot and nicely aroused and slick cunt, her erotic fantasies were that the victim was innocent of any crime, and had struggled to the last before taking the drop. The only repugnance she felt, was that she, along with the public, had not been allowed to enjoy seeing such treats for some thirty years or so. Though now clouded by time, the supreme woman now in her late fifties, brought herself to a very satisfactory orgasm on reminiscing about just such a treat she’d witnessed with her adopted mother, when in her late teens...

June 1853 had been a very humid month, the warmth and stickiness somehow adding spice to what was a glorious day for a hanging. Madam Harriet Chantry was, on the surface and in the public eye, a very upright and private woman, who though widowed, was no stranger to the company of males in that privacy which kept those liaisons incognito. She had a certain penchant for sexual activity of a kind where she was very much in control, and this was no secret to her adopted daughter Belinda, whom she encouraged in the ways of independent womanhood.

Harriet grinned wryly on studying her young charge’s face as she took in the pert atmosphere created by the massed assembly, there to witness a hanging, their faces in turn, telling her they were there to enjoy the spectacle, rather than see justice done ... and Bella’s pursed lipped gawp at the stark gallows, telling Harriet it awarded the girl, already partial to a spiteful sadism toward masculinity, a pert arousal of her own, the girl’s nipples poking hard as her lips contorted to a curt sneer of expectation.

“Oh Madam Harriet! ... I can’t believe we’re to see a male enjoy the rope for our pleasure!...” She faltered slightly, Harriet bracing the girl with a smile, as the young woman laughed softly to herself.

“Oh, oh! ... sorry ... I think I may come if not careful!” Harriet grinned widely as her eyes scanned the crowd for others she knew.

“Oh don’t worry about that my girl ... I had just the same excitement at my first hanging ... and I’m just as aroused as you at this one, the thrill never leaves you.” Harriet’s eyes then met with those of a stern woman she recognised, who returned her look with an acknowledging smile of pomposity, the mature woman then turning Bella’s eyes toward her.

“It seems we’re to have competition in securing a suitably meek male here today, that’s Madam Agnes Fairchild, an acquaintance of mine, who moves in the same circles ... she’s recently widowed...” She smirked with a ripe intensity, her cunt hotly aroused as she continued.

“ ... officially, her husband committed suicide ... by hanging...” Bella’s eyes studied the woman standing afar, and even at a distance could see that the buxom, and still young woman, held a certain bold presence about her ... a look of feminine dominance which already had her guessing about her husband’s demise as Harriet continued.

“ ... but everyone in our most covert of circles, knew just how submissive her husband was, just how dominant she is ... and just how he’d begged her to know an extreme far beyond the whip.” Bella gasped as Madam Agnes Fairchild turned her face toward the pair, showing a smirk which suggested she knew she was being spoken of.

“You mean ... you mean you think ... she hanged him?” Harriet grinned in a half sneer, which showed a certain jealous admiration.

“Oh, I more than THINK she hanged him ... I KNOW she hanged him ... hanged him with a pleasure like no other, after he’d signed all he owned over to her.” Bella noted that many males were in her proximity, obviously not actually with her, but sheepishly hoping to gain the attentions of a woman who was known in those darker elements of society, to be a ruthless dominatrix, her nickname, used by some, of ‘the Black Widow’, more apt than those males could know. Harriet grinned on noting the males herself.

“Let’s move a little closer to her, and see if we can secure one of those wretches adoring her, for our own purposes.” Though there were those males who attended just for spiteful titillation, or to get a sense of justice being served, and those that turned up with wife and family or female partner simply through morbid interest, there were those single individuals - both male and female - who got a certain sexual thrill in seeing the condemned humiliated on the rope ... and those males who sought to be close to Madam Agnes Fairchild also sought sexual thrills which went hand in hand with the punishment the condemned of the day would know; some would view the hanging with a perversely erotic jealousy, and if lucky, would be selected for invitation to an intimate liaison with women such as Agnes.

Bella’s arousal intensified as the two women sauntered through the crowd, her eyes seeing matriarchs, some in couples, others obviously alone and travelling incognito from what she guessed as seemingly upright positions in society, obviously there to enjoy seeing a male suffer upon the rope ... their sneering looks making that point apparent as the snivelling wretch due the rope, appeared through a gated entrance, his eyes filled with horror at seeing the instrument of his death, and having to be wrestled toward the noose, those eyes also taking in the stark pine coffin laid out, into which his duly punished corpse would be interred. Savouring the scene, her cunt moistened lustily as she too, enjoyed the condemned male’s reluctance to know the noose.

Her clitoris poked at her winceyette underwear, yet another excitement taking her, as her eyes surveyed the expressions of those males close to Madam Fairchild, an automated air of superiority enveloped her, utter contempt for them and the desire to dominate, illuminating her sexual desires, on seeing their wistful looks ... looks of jealousy, as one of their gender quaked behind a chanting preacher as he was virtually dragged toward the platform. Now close to a woman who was more than familiar with the death of males upon the rope, she couldn’t help but broadcast her thoughts as she took in the lusting gawps of those pathetic males, she, close enough to breath down the necks of a couple of them.

“I’ll wager you’ll long to know the day when a man is taken up there by women ... and hanged by one...” Both Agnes and Harriet laughed aloud at the girl’s impudence in desire, having her speak her mind, two off the males moving away to another area, red faced, and having heard sufficient to have them wank several times after witnessing the hanging ... others remained and just gasped, erect with the pleasure of being close to a young women who was obviously dominant. Madam Agnes Fairchild’s cunt was as hotly aroused with the prospect of an execution as Bella’s, but she retained a pompous dignity which had those males lusting to kiss her feet.

“We’ll hello Madam Harriet ... It seems your ward has done us both a favour, in sorting out possible conquests for us ... I take you’re on the hunt, and don’t intend going home empty handed...” It was now Bella’s turn to gasp, on hearing an honesty which had those erect cocks pulse a little lubrication in an excited honour of her intentions, two more males grunting involuntarily, and red faced with desire, but not having the courage of their convictions, also departing to another spot, as both Agnes and Harriet eyed those that remained, the latter sneering and feigning a whispered response which those excited males could hear nice and clearly.

“Oh yes Agnes dear, I shall claim one, and have him confess his desires to Bella whilst I... ‘supervise’ and ensure good conduct is forthcoming.” Two males remained in very close proximity, the others of their own gender having helped with their selection, both remaining but glancing sheepishly about them, to take in the faces of women also in close proximity ... who now looked upon them with curt contempt; males who, though in that misogynistic Victorian world of masculine supremacy, obviously sought the sexual pleasures of dominance by haughty womanhood. The cunts of those women perked with satisfaction at the thought, and at the condemned male now openly weeping as he was manhandled in terrified reluctance to the gallows platform.

Agnes grinned with a satisfaction of her own, as she casually took the hand of the male nearest her, having him gasp and grip at her delicate fingers in submissive gratitude and expectation, the other male, a little shorter than average and of slim stature, erected even harder on finding himself between Harriet and Bella, their bodies brushing against his, their smiling eyes telling him he’d know the authority of womanhood once the hanging had been enjoyed. Bella’s clitoris poked hard at the now wet winceyette of her underwear as she studied the criminal’s horror at staring at the box laying beside the platform, a box he’d deservedly occupy within the hour, his obvious look toward it as the hood was prepared, exciting the young and sexually spiteful Bella to a sigh ... and an excitement for their new male acquisition’s ears.

“So fitting that they have him see where his corpse will go, after he’s provided us with the entertainment we all long for.” Harriet grinned knowingly at a sneering Agnes, who was now deftly rubbing the bulge of her chosen males erect genitalia through the fabric of his leggings. having him gasp for the want of spiteful intimacy with her, as Bella’s mentor responded to her pleasured remark.

“Oh, many males ... and some unfortunate women ... will have seen that one coffin from his perspective ... it’s been used many, many, times...” She sneered spitefully at her new acquisition after glancing at Bella.

“ ... it’s only used as a transport for the spent corpse, which is then taken for dissection ... I’ve heard rumour that the body is then ridiculed after death, discrete sessions taking place after the students have dealt with such mundane articles as brains and lungs ... women attending after hours, in rituals where the cock and balls are removed with succinct pleasure, the genitals of a hanged male being a prized item for certain dominant women...” the male between her and Bell now quivering with sexual excitement, sniffing the air as he took in their scent, wishing he were sniffing at their cunts, as his eyes took in the struggling convict being readied for his hood as he was noosed ... Harriet then continuing in darkly erotic tones.

“ ... his most intimate and once treasured parts becoming a trophy kept on show in their boudoirs, and shown to male clients under supervision, and scoffed at with pleasure by like minded women ... the hanged male’s now permanent impotency, put to good use in eternal ridicule, the lewd thoughts it induces as to its journey to the jar, leading to masturbation from both sexes.” Their selected male gave a muted groan, as he almost came on his leggings, Bella sneering with contempt at his weakness, longing to have him back at Harriet’s house ... and feel his tongue at her slot, in gratitude for the caning she’d administer as punishment for that weakness.

The chanting of the crowd grew louder, especially that from the women, having the hapless and tearful wretch see their open pleasure in the want for his death, before the hood was slipped over, and the warbling preacher stepping back as the lever was attended. A dire hush descended upon the crowd ... then wriggling on his toes, his anus ready to soil his underwear ... and perhaps his balls to aid their spoiling, the lever was rammed back, and bound at wrists and ankles, he dropped to his death through the trap ... the roar of delight from the crowd, none louder than that from Harriet, Bella, and Agnes, greeted the rope going taut, delivering the punishment they sought so avidly. Agnes now caressed her male, having him feel her grip, as did Bella and Harriet theirs, ensuring no escape was made on their having a change of heart on having witnessed a superb hanging. Neither male had any such notion, their cocks rock hard as the criminal was hoisted on the rope for all to see ... Harriet having them both hear her pleasured lust over the death, above the turmoil of appreciative applause from the crowd.

“I have no doubt he’ll have heard the cheer of outright satisfaction, before his snapped neck rendered his thoughts cease forever...” Their captive male now gasped openly as the sorry wretch who’d shown such reluctance was now lifted high, now motionless with head to one side ... humiliated after death by the ridiculing of the crowd as punishment was seen to have been duly served. Agnes couldn’t help but make sure that her capture was also more than ready to depart with her for the consequences of his weakness before her.

“Such a shame the short drop is no longer allowed ... both the victim and the crowd, given plenty of time to thoroughly enjoy a slow death by strangulation ... the new method cheats both of that exquisite performance...” She rubbed at her male’s erection amid the cover offered by the hubbub of the crowd, anxious to get a closer look at the convict dangling in defeat to the rope.

“ ... would you like to hang for me that way? ... it can be arranged, believe me, and I know so many women who’d be delighted to witness it.” His cock pulsed and ejected pre-cum at her delicious tones, thinking her words merely a sadistic fantasy, but wanting to join in with it just the same ... his eyes taking in the satisfied smiles and contemptuous sneers of matriarchs as they admired the spent male who’d known the lusty grip of the noose in full. He nodded his admission to that desire ... not knowing that within a couple of short months, after many covering preparations, his death mask would be added to the insatiable executrix’s collection ... with tart satisfaction.

Bella’s cunt swelled to a new level of sexual arousal, as Madam Agnes Fairchild took her selected male by the hand and turned to depart.

“I shall be in touch Harriet ... we’ll have a proper celebration which young Bella will enjoy, sooner rather than later.” The two secured their grip upon their selected submissive male, and he went along willingly, erect with his thoughts and the bustling of the two women’s long dresses, which would soon be removed to have him know just how dominant the flesh below was.

The male had been quickly reduced to tears by Bella’s application of the cane, his tears mingling with the delicious tastes of Harriet’s cunt as he was thrashed on the bed, his tongue taking in the silky secretions of the mature woman’s slot, along with the knobbly texture of her poking clitoris as the whoosh of the cane and it’s stinging impact upon his flesh, had him conform to an obedience at the cunt of a dominant woman, that in reality needed no prompting. The panting Bella then ensured he gave up his seed for the first of many deliveries, as Harriet hiked her thighs high, and had him sample the highly seasoned tastes and textures of her arsehole ... sweaty and richly perfumed from the heat of the day at a most enjoyable hanging.

“Ohhh! ... I’d so love to see you shown on a rope the way he was! ... but after being led there and noosed by me!” For him, the present defeat was more than enough, but his thoughts couldn’t escape that exquisitely submissive demonstration of her sadism as she continued to apply the cane, the thought of being hanged by her, bringing the seed up from his balls in a defeated ecstasy, both women gasping out laughter as the depth of his tones were heard with a grunting and jerking to the bed which confirmed his shameful humiliation as a male submissive, the acute and wholesome pleasure of an orgasm in surrender to feminine dominance, ensuring he’d be theirs to toy with eternally. The imagination of that rope about his neck, put there by Bella, seeing to the liberal expulsion of hot seed to the sheets as his tongue probed deep into the anus of a woman who now owned him.

Two months on, after being claimed by Harriet, and duly installed as the slave of the increasingly dominant Bella, he knew his time for something very special had come. The applications of the whip the night before, had been vigorous indeed, and he’d not been allowed to spend. Bella’s grin was potently spiteful that morning, as Harriet and their plump and very stern housekeeper, saw to his very healthy erection as he was dressed as a woman for an outing. The walk of shame on being feminised, seen as a passable but somewhat dour faced woman, was a humiliation he’d endured many times, and one which had him expel his seed most liberally when teased about his thoughts on the punishment on their return from a promenade of the busier streets. His cock perked hard and excited beneath the long skirts, the bell rubbing hard against the base of the silk and whalebone corset, as the housekeeper gave a hint toward that vigorous enthusiasm shown by his mistresses, on completion of his dressing.