Dispatchment Week Part 1 and Part 2
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Dispatchment week Part 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 despatched 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.
“This is to keep you permanently reminded of what this week is all about. It
will force your anus open to allow you to enjoy the fear of each moment, and
will not restrict your being caned and whipped. The yellow tail is purely
symbolic and will enhance your humiliation.” The women giggled as he bucked in
fear whilst being held, as the buxom women ensured the fearsome looking plug was
fully displayed to him prior to being fitted. His cock stiffened on the
bench below him as he squirmed in a mixture of fear and excitement. The bulbous
plug was a nasty oval shape with bulges under one side. He was to learn from
Matron what these were as she pulled his cheeks apart. He squealed like a
girl as the smiling woman pressed the plug home; the pain was intense as his
anus was stretched to the limit. He wept like a baby as manicured fingers nursed
the plug tightly in, though the pain was offset by a strangely erotic feeling
which made his balls tingle. Matron took great pleasure in inflicting this pain,
and in the knowledge that this humiliating device would ensure his submissive
nature was pleasured.
“There. You’ll learn to enjoy your anal mistress; she will tease your prostate
exquisitely with every movement, those lower bulges will keep you erotically
charged whilst the girth will keep your sphincter wide, as in a state of
perpetual fear. We’ll do our best to have you enjoy the last five days of your
life to the full, though I guarantee you’ll be begging for the noose by the
final day.” He watched the bulging buttocks of the matron strut away as his anus
clenched involuntarily at the plug, making his cock stiffen and dribble. He
already felt utterly defeated and yearned for the noose. The matron opened a
cupboard and turned smiling at him, as she saw the mixed effects of the plug
displayed on his condemned countenance. The look on his face turned to horror as
matron displayed a huge syringe, taking great pleasure in running her manicured
fingers up and the length of the huge needle.
“Time for your first day’s medicine; this will assist your plug in maintaining
an erection, and will keep you hard on those occasions when the plug is removed
to allow you to be used like a girl by those who love the strap-on, which is
inevitable. After I’ve administered the dose, you’ll be allowed to thank me.
Turn him over ladies.” He made a feeble struggle as he was turned on to his back
by the leather–clad guards, each smiling with satisfaction as he was held
firm, his cock stiff and erect like a flag-pole, his balls pulsing as the wicked
plug massaged his prostate. Matron approached slowly and deliberately, squirting
a little of the dosage from the huge needle. She smiled confidently as
she calmly held his stiff cock; its purple head now slimy with pre-cum, and
looked at him as she pierced his sac with the huge needle, her pussy moist and
buzzing with pleasure as she watched him wince in pain. She drove the needle
into
the base of his cock and sighed delightedly as she watched seminal fluid dribble
from his glistening bell-end. His tears flowed as matron slowly squeezed the
liquid content from the syringe into his genitals, the pressure built up and
the pain was intense, but he now wanted to come for spiteful woman. She emptied
the contents into his cock and slowly removed the needle, allowing him to savour
every second of the pain.
“Your first day’s dose is done; you are now ready. You’ll thank me now, before
the jury have their show of you. Hold him firm girls.” The bench was cut in
human form, his head on a narrow section which allowed the matron to straddle
him. Before doing so, she lifted her skirt and removed her now sodden panties.
He was allowed a panorama of her huge thighs and globular cheeks; her pussy and
anus sticky with excitement. His cock dribbled and stiffened, his anus
clenched in submissive splendour as the mature matron straddled his face and he
took in the rich scent of her arousal for the first time. She pulled her cheeks
apart, showing him her hot and sweaty anus.
“We’ll make sure you’re functioning correctly before your first day’s punishment
begins. I shall be the first to have your cream. You’ll lick my arse clean now.”
He sniffed at the glorious scent as the dominant woman slowly descended
on his tearful face. He fought for breath as the dominant nurse rode
rhythmically on his face and teased his bulging and rigid cock; the veins on
which were ready to burst as the plug teased his prostate and the Viagra
injection kept
him rock-hard. He gratefully probed the soft brown puckered anus and snorted and
spluttered as he took in the delicious tangy whiff as the bid woman’s folds
utterly dominated him. As she stroked his cock and adjusted her position to now
allow him her juicy and wanting pussy, she began her tease as she felt his cock
begin to pulse in readiness for a submissive ejaculation.
“Good boy. Enjoy your last submission in private; when you have given your cream
to me you’ll be taken up for your first public humiliation. There’s no going
back now, you are doomed. I will be at the hanging with all the other women;
you won’t know it, but I’ll pronounce you dead as you swing. There’ll be no need
for an injection then; your cock and balls will have been removed anyhow. I will
so enjoy seeing you go, knowing that your licking of my anus began the
process; I’ll have your cream now.” Matron could hold back no more; she almost
crushed his face as she ground her succulent and mature pussy into his face, He
lapped and snorted at the slick and savoury lips of her vagina as he took in
her words and thought of Miranda too… and the gallows. Matron moaned loudly and
squeezed his eager cock; his thoughts, the glorious taste and scent, and the
plug and Viagra ensured he had no chance whatsoever in avoiding his complete
submission to her. He was ready to die for the women and his balls erupted with
ecstatic pleasure as he shot spurt after spurt of hot semen. Matron rocked back
to allow him the full benefit of her anus once more; the beautiful scent
making him finish his orgasm with renewed vigour. He was ready for his first
thrashing.
Dispatchment week Part 2
The snivelling male was brought up through the front of the courtroom, up
through a trapdoor to a raised platform open to the world. Hundreds of women
looked on, jeering and laughing, many applauding as the naked male was whipped
toward
a central position. Every angle was covered by automated cameras; his punishment
would not go un-witnessed by any female with access to the humblest of TV’s; his
suffering would be cherished and enjoyed long after he was gone. His
anus tingled continuously in its enhanced state of fear, held open by the wicked
plug; it clenched all the more but could not dilate as the jeering women made it
quite plain he was to be shown no mercy. How they enjoyed watching his
yellow tail swing as he waddled on all fours, his smiling leather-clad guards
cutting his back and buttocks with their whips to ensure vigorous movement,
movement which ensured the excitement of his prostate and kept his cock rigid
like
a fifth leg. The pain of the whips, the feeling from cock and anus combined with
the noise and scent of the women thrilled his subconscious masochism; though
bewildered by his predicament, his cock pulsed and stiffened as he thought and
yearned for the noose already.
He was yanked back on his leash and choked by his dominant handler; she grinned
with subliminal pleasure as her leather gloved hands pulled the choking leash
ever tighter; the leather taught and squeaking in her gloves as the doomed male
fought for breath. Her pussy buzzed and oozed in her tight leather leggings as
she savoured the moment; oh how she wished she could finish him there and then.
The fantasy would bring her a heady orgasm later on. Reluctantly she
allowed him breath; her actions had ensured he kept bolt upright; his erect cock
now the point of derision for the amassed females as he awaited his first
punishment. He sensed there was something else the women he could see knew; they
all seemed to look around the one side from which a screen obscured his view,
then look back at him knowingly with spiteful expressions etched in their sneers
and indulgent smiles.
A huge roar and applause was given up by the women as a veritable goddess
entered into his vision from beyond the obstruction of the wooden screen. His
cock bobbed rigidly as the shapely middle-aged woman with flowing red hair
strode
toward him with a victorious sneer accentuating her high cheek-bones and wicked
green eyes. She was beautifully curvaceous in tight black satin, her hips and
breasts bulging in the tight shiny material. She carried across her shoulder a
lethal looking bull-whip of black plaited leather with a vicious butterfly knot
at the tip; his cock dribbled as he hoped this was not purely symbolic. Behind
her trailed two hooded maidens in black leather cat-suits; the upper halves
of their faces were covered, which seemed to make their wicked smiles all the
more prominent; they each carried an item which was shrouded in black silk. The
magnificent woman was a picture of sheer dominance and towered over the
cowering male. Her face grew sterner and she pointed down to her black stiletto
boots as she stood before him; without her needing to ask he immediately humbled
himself and kissed the feet of the goddess. The women went wild hooting
and jeering as the male showed his instant submission without command. He knew
his place and would suffer for it. The jeering died down as the choking leash
was applied once more, and the wretch was brought back on his haunches, his
sphincter clenched tight against the plug, his balls aching to come as the
Viagra overdose tortured his submissive yearning. The smile returned to the
superior redhead’s face as she viewed the fear on his face and the seminal fluid
dribbling from his glistening bell-end.
“I am your Destiny Mistress, I shall assist with your pain and punishment at the
beginning of each of the five days; my two assistants have something to show
you.” He gasped in horror as the first satanic bitch whisked away the black
silk shroud to reveal what she carried beneath it in her slender and delicately
manicured hands; she held what looked to him like a pair of gelding shears;
surely he was not to lose his balls already? The crowd of females roared lustily
as his terrified face was viewed by one and all- and a camera in close up; the
desired thrill of the spiteful tease had been fully achieved. The redhead
laughed with supreme satisfaction after savouring his horror to the full, then
nodded to the other haughty virago, who whisked away her silk to reveal a board
on which were five hinged circular clasps; each a slightly smaller circumference
than the next. The male snivelled and his anus clenched like never before
as he pondered in terror what they were for; he wanted to defecate, but the plug
was his mistress and forbade it. A renewed satisfaction spread across the face
of the supreme redhead, who licked her cherry-red lips as her pussy
moistened with the sheer enjoyment she was experiencing. Another male before
her, teased and knowing death would come, only after the five longest days of
his life.
“I shall ensure each of your days begins with pain, and on the fifth day I shall
end that pain.” She smiled wickedly as she gestured to the leather-clad guards,
but kept her eyes firmly on the male as they pulled the screen away. He
went white with fear and the huge crowd of women cheered and applauded as he saw
his destiny for the first time. There across the raised platform was an
exquisite gallows; a white silken noose hanging invitingly. He was close to
collapsing, yet his cock stiffened to rigidity at the sight of the neat and
efficient looking noose; he had imagined it when Miranda pronounced sentence,
and once again when forced to sample Matron’s delicious folds, but it had seemed
surreal; he now had sight of the noose he would actually swing from and he knew
he would die. The Destiny Mistress smiled with sublime contentment as she took
his leash and pulled it taught to ensure he did not falter; the wicked guards
whipped his buttocks to keep him from passing out , making the plug which owned
his anus massage his prostate as he squirmed at the feet of the superbly
dominant female and viewed the rope. Destiny pulled the leash tight about his
neck
and held it upright above his head with deep satisfaction as he flinched and
squirmed under the whips, his terrified eyes glued to the noose he would succumb
to.
“Oh yes, on the fifth day I shall end that pain.” The male’s cock pulsed as he
grasped the significance of the words, and Destiny tugged the leash upwards to
further emphasise them. His eyes were torn from the noose momentarily and the
guards whipped the squirming wretch with extra smiling fervour as they sensed a
sweet humiliation which would please the hordes of women onlookers. As the male
looked up at the buxom and dominant mistress clad in black satin he could
now smell her arousal, and see her nipples bulge through the shiny satin; his
eyes looked to hers which were now behind a black satin mask like her
assistants. He squired in erotic submission as he awaited the words he knew she
would say
and he so wanted to hear. Destiny savoured the moment again as his cock pulsed
and the whips bit home; she slowly opened her mouth.
“Yes, I am the woman who will noose and dispatch you.” She smiled menacingly
with gritted teeth as she tugged the leash upwards and the cameras focused on
his cock whilst the guards whipped unrelentingly. She sniggered as she saw him
begin to convulse.
“Show all the women you are ready to die at my hands.” Naked and kneeling,
whipped publicly before a crowd of women; shown the noose he would hang from and
by the supreme woman who would noose him, the male was suddenly overcome by a
wave of submissive ecstasy. The women knew he would humiliate himself
splendidly; the plug did its sweet trick as he bathed in the gorgeous
humiliation of his own pending execution. Destiny pulled the leash up high to
choking point and
smiled as she saw him savour the fantasy of a noose which would become a
reality.
“We’ll have you now!” His prostate obliged and he witnessed the divine feeling
of semi-orgasm for the first time. The women roared and jeered with satisfaction
as the viewing screens around the area showed his erect and worthless cock
feebly spurt seminal fluid onto Destiny’s boots. He whined in half-ecstasy,
half-agony as the guards whipped the last drop from him. Oh how he wanted a full
orgasm at the feet of this woman, but he was to be denied. The women knew
that he would be cheated of the shameful orgasm he desired and basked in his
utter defeat and misery.
Many women in the crowd smirked with righteous satisfaction on witnessing his
utter humiliation and denial of the pleasure his stiff phallus and aching balls
yearned for. Destiny pointed to her boots as the whimpering male recovered;
milked, but his seed intact and his cock still rigid in need of orgasm. He
lapped at the salty milk as Destiny stood triumphantly over him. She then made
him look toward the noose once more; twelve women of various shapes and sizes
filed onto the platform; the male recognised them as the jury members. Two leggy
and dominant guards wheeled a padded bench to a position just before the
gallows. Destiny took the largest clasp of the five and placed it in the shears-
like instrument. She took his leash and led him to the bench.
“Now your pain will begin in earnest.” The tumultuous crowd of women whooped and
cheered as he was first laid on his back and held firm; his legs splayed either
side, making his back arch and his rude erection pointed up toward the
gallows in fear and excitement. It continued to pulse and dribble as he watched
Destiny’s breasts move delectably in the black satin as she moved around him. A
leather gloved hand grabbed his stiff cock, pulling it up and back, as
another guard lifted his head and rested it against her soft womanly belly so as
he should be allowed to witness proceedings. The buxom Matron reappeared,
smiling wickedly and holding a bowl from which she produced a small shaving
brush
and cut-throat razor. He squirmed as the plug was kept fully home by his own
weight, trying hard to keep control as Matron held the razor up for him,
displaying it menacingly. His cock pulsed and stiffened in the gloved feminine
hand
which held it firm; he so wished its owner would stroke it and end his torment.
Matron dabbed his balls with the brush and swiftly applied the cut-throat,
removing all the hair from around his cock, rendering his sack soft shiny and
completely hairless. Matron smiled at him in motherly fashion.
“You be a brave boy for the ladies now, and I may allow you to lick my arsehole
again before you swing.” His cock stiffened to rigidity as he watched the stern
woman’s buttocks as she strutted off; the gloved hand squeezed his urgent
rod teasingly as she felt his excitement at Matron’s words. Oh how he wanted to
sniff and lick that beautiful pucker again. He was brought back to his tormented
reality as another hand grabbed his freshly shaven scrotum; the bitch
guard smiled contentedly as she pulled his balls up and back, relishing his pain
as she squeezed his aching balls whilst stretching them back as far as they
would go. He howled with pain as she held them fast, the agony taking his
breath away and making his stomach turn. The woman held his head up, making him
watch as the supreme Destiny held up the shears-like tool, raising a huge cheer
from the on-looking females, who then clapped slowly in unison as Destiny
smiled down at the captive male; she licked her lips as she too relished the
pain she would now inflict upon him. He quaked with fear as she passed one arm
of the cold shears under his scrotum, then held both arms of the instrument
upright, cupping the exposed neck of his scrotum within the open clasp. She
smiled wickedly into the males terrified eyes, as the speed of the women’s
handclap increased to urge her on. Another gloved hand checked that everything
was
in place and its smiling owner nodded to Destiny. The magnificent woman’s
nipples poked proudly through the satin, her panties now sodden with excitement,
as the handclap reached a crescendo. Her face now took on a wicked severity.
“The commencement of your sentence will now begin. You will now know the first
day’s pain.” The women cheered and yelled as Destiny brought the two levers
together sharply and firmly, showing immeasurable pleasure as she did so. The
male heard the audible click and screamed in agony as the first clasp ringed his
balls with exquisite tightness. As he squirmed in discomfort, Destiny opened the
shears and removed them, then cupped his balls as she moved to one side
to allow the various cameras to focus on the first ring. Plugged and ringed, the
wretched male now knew as never before that he would beg for the noose a long
long time before he was due to earn it. Destiny’s breasts heaved with
satisfaction whilst the assistants applauded her too, as the male got used to
the pain he was suffering. She grinned down at him with deep satisfaction.
“So many tears for the first ring; just think how much pain the tiny fifth ring
will cause you!” He was not allowed to ponder the thought; the leather-clad
guards wrestled the whimpering male onto his front. His ankles and wrists were
eagerly strapped to the legs of the bench by the guards; his raging cock, which
slowly returned to full stiffness despite the pain from the ring, squirmed on
the leather padding below him. Destiny held his chin up.
“Look who’s coming to begin your punishments; you’ll soon disgrace yourself for
the first of many times.” The male knew he would and his pained balls tingled as
his stiff cock slipped in the seminal lubrication between the leather and
his belly on seeing the twelve women of the jury file down past the gallows
toward him; each smiling at the noose as they passed it, each carrying wicked
rattan canes as they walked elegantly toward him in their flowing silk robes.
This
was the jury which had voted unanimously that he should hang and be shown no
mercy. He would now be made to thank each one for ending his torment.
To be continued
This story is authored by Midsummer Man, please send comments and appreciation to Midsummer Man