Chapter 1

The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman's nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male's face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not, the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority.

Though routinely served upon males, passing the death sentence upon them never failed to arouse Justice Miranda Middleton; the court proceedings were all part of the humiliation of males as the superior women enjoyed complete control. As sentence is passed, a picture is taken of the male at the point his destiny is realised. It is then added to the huge gallery behind the judge; thousands of bemused faces look down on the wretched male being tried, he knows his face will likely join those anguished faces that look down. He knows they are the faces of dead men, faces which will have been seen by a multitude of females as they reach the crescendo of many orgasms, their fates recorded and stored for women's' pleasure. Miranda's hot pussy buzzed delightedly as she smiled down with contempt as the latest face was whipped down to the holding cells to be prepared for his first punishment. She called to them as her pussy buzzed all the more in anticipation of a sweet humiliation.

"Wait! Have him kneel and look this way." The cur was duly brought to his knees and made to look back at the woman who had decided his life would end in a week. Miranda had noticed that the Court photographer had swiftly downloaded and printed off the 'criminal's' picture, even more efficiently than normal. The trim bespectacled woman's nipples protruded through her taught blouse, her pussy moist too, as she placed the picture in a frame she'd prepared, and strutted over to Miranda with it; smiling with satisfaction as she too enjoyed the torment of the male.

"There" said the buxom judge as she had the satisfaction of adding the bemused portrait to the others as the owner of the face looked on.

"Hung in more sense than one! " The courtroom full of women applauded loudly and jeered at the male, whose erection stiffened visibly, as his leash was pulled back by one of his vicious leather-clad guards, to ensure he looked up at the judge and so that all onlookers may witness his complete humbling. The vision of Miranda in black silk, her nipples now very evident as they poked excitedly through the shiny material, combined with the jeering women, had his cock rigid. Miranda smiled with deep satisfaction as she adjusted the frame amongst all the other faces of dead men, ensuring the male was allowed to take in and digest the fact that he too was now a dead man. As the jeering and applause died down she addressed the doomed male once more.

"The next time I see you, I shall witness you dancing at the end of a rope; I intend to have the satisfaction of seeing you dispatched first hand. Let his punishment begin." The women clapped again as he was pulled down and thrashed into motion toward the cells once more, his cock now dribbling at the thought of seeing Miranda at the scaffold; that vision at the end of the week tempered the unknown suffering he was to endure throughout the week, a week which would now begin in earnest.

His crime was that he been caught masturbating on camera to pictures of bound females; though his mistress had kept him well disciplined and he had learned his place like all males; at the feet of all women, he had foolishly become a member of an illicit website which included vintage portrayals of women in a state of bondage. No woman would allow herself into such degradation these days, and the male perpetrators of these sites knew the risks of running them; most had a masochistic death-wish and lived in expectancy of that that knock at the door which would herald their execution. Any involvement with such a site being punishable by death; be it as a compiler or simple viewer. His mistress had noted his drop in ejaculation levels when servicing her, and had rigged a camera to confirm her suspicions; though most of the material viewed was of male submission to their betters, he had foolishly moaned and shot a generous sticky tribute to the depiction of a young girl, bound with leather thongs and sucking on a grateful male's rigid member. This moment of erotic exhilaration had sealed his fate. The novelty of his ownership had faded with his mistress, and this gleeful revelation afforded her sweet erotic arousal as she informed the authorities. His cock stiffened immediately as soon as the two arresting officials confronted him; led by his smiling mistress. He knew he was doomed before either of the women had said a word. He was shown a restraining leash by one of them, who pointed to the feet of his mistress. He was made to thank her for bringing his torment to an end and allowed to masturbate at her feet; he duly did so, coming generously once more as his mistress taunted him with words on how she was responsible for his inevitable death. After licking her feet clean, he was led away to a trial which could only have one outcome.

Miranda's pussy bulged in her satin panties as she watched the wretch begin his descent to oblivion. In the preparation room he was held down and a matronly looking woman smiled wickedly at him as he was shown a greased plug with a yellow tail.