Chapter 9

As both the magnificently dominant Madam Ruth Palmer and Madam Tara sneered down at him, Bruce now knew there would be no chance of being able to come and go freely from that place, as he’d been led to believe by Ruth, when he’d made what he now believed to be a fatal error, in allowing her to take control of him. She had told him as much, on his having witnessed the immensely erotic execution of Madam Miriam’s husband ... something he still masturbated over - and today he’d have that damning factor of absolute ownership by Ruth reinforced, as he cowered on a leash whilst pompous female visitors gathered in their droves, all offering their hands in greeting the haughty Madam Tara, whose personality erased pet was nowhere to be seen.

Madam Ruth Palmer’s wicked smile was echoed by that shown by the lushly auburn haired Maria, whose whip Bruce was o stranger to, and the enigmatic gaze of the blonde Una, her formidable form looking extra dominant that day. He guessed at what the day held in prospect as the bisexual Madam Clara arrived from somewhere within the establishment, a gagged Lucy, wrists tied behind her back, led in obedience to her on a leash. Bruce’s full erection perked on seeing her, and her eyes looking at his tongue show her pleasure in being shown to the array of passing women, their contempt for her as one of their gender, eclipsing that shown to the kneeling Bruce, who was simply a male who knew his place ... and to the deliciously effeminate Poppy, who was now led in by a maid, teetering on tall heels chosen for her.

The token remnants of her defeated masculinity, were made prominent by a miniscule red cock cage, and tight red plastic ball case, emphasising their captivity, the equally miniscule short flared skirt chosen for her, ensuring its display ... and that of the base of a diamond encrusted butt plug, whenever the sweet creature was made to bow in obedient homage to the women who owned her. The sight served to bring Bruce’s cock to a full rigidity, as Madam Clara addressed Tara in excited fashion.

“Today’s the day then Tara, we’ve all been longing for a other exhibition...” She curled her face into a sneer and looked down on Bruce contemptuously.

“ ... and there are so many males who deserve to be displayed that way.”. Bruce swallowed hard, his cock boning at the thought that this would be the only way he:d escape this place now ... and today certainly put him in the mood for it, his anus tingling wildly at her wicked suggestiveness, and at Ruth’s pleasure in extolling her knowledge of why the pet was not present, in a curtly enthusiastic tone.

“You should have seen him quiver with delight, as he was bagged in that tight latex suit, bound and interred in the sarcophagus ... his whimpering through the gag as he was lowered into the darkness to spend his last night, had even the most seasoned maids longing to masturbate there and then.” Tara sighed with spiteful contentment as she greeted yet more female guests, all as excited as those before.

“He’ll have filled the latex with cum, and not slept a wink ... knowing the gallows he’ll grace today were lurking in the pit somewhere behind him.” The blonde Una expressed her sadistic dominance as she took, sighed with anticipation at the spectacle to come.

“ ... and oh, how he’ll pay for the night’s disobedience in coming without permission ... I can’t wait to see him disobey again as he jerks on high whilst we applause his humiliation.” Bruce’s cock pulsed and perked in the need for masturbation at the women’s pleasure in cruelty, Ruth adding further spice.

“You’ve done so well in erasing his personality, Tara dear ... I can barely remember the cocky and misogynistic male he once was, when you enticed him here for the first time ... You’ve reduced him so thoroughly, it’s exquisite...” Tara closed her eyes and lifted her chin as she basked egotistically in the praise, her cunt hot for today’s culmination of her victory over a male ... and for her future plans, as she opened her eyes again after thought, and grinned wickedly.

“I shall introduce you to my latest conquest tomorrow, his taste for a firm heel awakened by me already ... as you know, my work in providing males for dominant spectacles is never finished!’ The women’s cunts tingled with the anticipation of meeting Tara’s next project, as well as that culmination of her old one, as Ruth clapped her hands, and taking Bruce’s leash, began to lead the vast array of dominant women down the marbled staircases to the cold dungeon area Bruce had had the pleasure of viewing before, his cock boning as he waddled on all fours awkwardly down to the next level, on seeing the delicious Miriam, resplendent in her widowhood, take pride of place behind his Mistress and Tara, she, pertly aroused at the prospect of seeing another male put the equipment used in her feeble husband, put to good use once more.

The males exhibited in chains along the walls of the dank corridor, took submissive pleasure in being goaded and mocked as the excited babble of sternly independent women showed their delight in reaching the broad oak doors of Cellar 3, beyond which the delicious debacle they sought would be enacted, many taunting leashed male pets who’d witness the ultimate pleasure of absolute feminine dominance for the first time, his anus quivered with fear as those doors took his rational mind to the thought that he too, may provide the delight those women so unanimously appreciated so openly, on going through those doors for a final time should Ruth decide to entertain her hosts with his display on what lay within. If he had already seen too much to be allowed any freedom, there would be no chance of it after today’s sordid spectacle ... and he dared thought of means of escaping that domain of feminine power, and the clutches of the exquisitely dominant Ruth.

As those broad doors swept open, and the mixed perfumes of femininity assailed his nose, the wicked sighs and forthright mutterings of righteously pompous femininity his ears, and the sight of those deliciously curvaceous and pert maids within, who’d have Madam Tara’s pet watch the gallows he’d die on emerge, met his eyes, he lapsed back into the realms of submissive euphoria as the woman who now owned him so completely, jerked him through on his leash. His cock perked erect and stood high in a salute to feminine power as he took in the aura of the stark and expansive hall-like room, built and engineered by enslaved males who’d long been disposed of ... many on what lurked below the traps which lay beyond the initial one.

There was the small crane-like winch, a taut cable from it, going down through a recess between the lids of a pit, lids which kept a sarcophagus below from the lights of the hall which were now on, a sarcophagus in which the now nameless and personality rid pet of the sadistic Madam Tara squirmed in a rubber cocoon, bound, gagged, anally plugged, his torso slipping in the tight but silky wetness of his own expulsions of seed ... given up several times from his thoughts on what he faced when allowed daylight once more, during what he also knew was his last night in this world. Having been entertained by Miriam’s pathetic husband and several other males before him, he longed to see the pleasure on not just his Mistress’s face, but those of the other women he’d seen on just those special occasions, women whose sexual lust for the ultimate punishment of masculinity had them attend from afar to enjoy males dance on high for their satisfaction, cruelly sadistic women he’d now face and who’d show their ecstasy at his death.

His cock pulsed a further promise of a divine orgasm as he felt the vibration through the cable suspending the entombed sarcophagus, and knew his time had come. Bruce watched, equally erect, as the pert and provocatively dressed maids smiled with contentment as they drew back the covers, and another had the winch buzz into action, having Tara’s pet squirm with masochistic anticipation within his confinement, now knowing without any doubt that his life would shortly be over. The smiles of those women whom bis recollection of had made him spend during the night, showed the sincerity of their pleasure as the grim stone effigy emerged, and the face of the gagged male who’d hang for them was seen to show it’s desirous anticipation of that execution through the barred orifice at its head, the emergence bringing rapturous applause from the women ... and awakening its occupant from the surreal pleasure of mere thought, to the stark reality that he was truly to hang, and every woman there was to relish it.

Whilst Bruce bucked on his knees, thrusting his cock at the air on hearing that initial applause, he came close to spurting on thinking how tumultuous it would be when the wretch took the rope, whilst the sweetly effeminate Poppy’s diminutive cock swelled to its maximum within the plastic cage in submissive awe, Lucy sighed, her shaven cunt tingling and wet with arousal at the curt and sneering pleasure of the mature and dominant women. The three captives watched, along with those other pets as the cruel mocking of those sadistic women was heard, whilst pert maids grinned with pleasure on keeping the sarcophagus facing the crowd as the winch was manoeuvred away from the pit, allowing its occupant to enjoy the full appreciation of his audience. Bruce came even closer to spurting as a woman he recognised from the hanging of Miriam’s husband, a mature and pompous matriarch of about 60, directed her sadistic ire toward the coffin most audibly.

“You’re going to die today ... die for our pleasure!” With her red hair in a tight bun, high cheek bones and glossy red lips, her cruel sincerity was unmistakable. Her friend, an equally mature and plump woman with a certain regal beauty, echoed her sentiments, confirming that the hanging of males was their only reason for attending the venue, her cunt tingling with sweet anticipation as Madam Tara strode toward the stone capsule, now set down for inspection by the crowd.

“I do so find the hangings here in England so special! ... so much more thrilling than having to venture abroad, seeing it done here, where not even the highest authorities are allowed to award it!” The redhead concurred with a frantic nodding of her head, pursing her lips and sighing with a certain jealousy as Madam Tara, the woman who’d dominated and provided the male to be made an example of, stood in proud pomp next to the sarcophagus as the maids gleefully unlocked and removed the silver padlock, so prominently displayed at its side to emphasise that escape was impossible. That tiny element, found exquisitely arousing by the redhead as she responded.

“Oh yes, we’ve an arduous trip to Madam Lim’s for that multiple execution in Malays next ... but the memory of this one will still be fresh till then.” Her announcement was as much for the ears of the three pets in close proximity, the information being obvious to her sadistic friend, she giving a whimsical glance laced with severity at the kneeling Bruce on its completion, before returning her eager glare to the stark ceremony about to commence.

More eager applause rang out as the front of the hinged sarcophagus was opened out, revealing the tight padding inside, and the bound figure strapped tightly into it, cocooned in a skin tight latex skin which defined his nakedness below it so perfectly, the female audience delighted to see the clear profile of his erect cock held vertically against his belly, broad retaining straps across his thighs and upper waist ensuring his excitement at being displayed could be viewed so clearly, enhancing his humiliation. Madam Tara grinned wickedly as she watched him squirm in the latex on being exposed for what he was - a dominated, beaten, and utterly defeated male, who’d now know the ultimate pleasure of an absolutely dominant woman, who now cupped his captured balls displayed so tightly held in the black latex.