Dispatchment Week Part 3 and Part 4

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Dispatchment week Part 3

The male squirmed in an erotically charged dilemma; his cock yearned to spurt yet the fear of what was to happen and the shadow of the noose rankled with his senses; the fear in turn, made his sphincter clench, the plug then massaging
his prostate and bringing him full circle to the deliciously erotic predicament he was in. The women knew he would feel like this and delighted in his torment; they of course, were righteously comfortable in their positions of complete
control over his fate, and enjoyed the arousal this gave them to the full. His cock stiffened and pulsed as he squirmed and flexed against the restraints which held him down. His balls tingled within his sore and restricted scrotum on
renewed realisation of being at the complete mercy of the assortment of women now assembled before him. A pretty redhead of about thirty-five years old stepped forward; her curvaceous hips resplendent in the red silk gown, a stern look
of contemptuous satisfaction emanating from her face as she flexed her wicked cane before him.

“You will now thank all twelve of us for delivering you to this place, in readiness for the purging of your worthless soul of its perverted desires on day five, as all twelve of us voted without hesitation that you should be dispatched
following a week of punishments. You will be allowed to lick the pussy and arsehole of each of us, thus taking in the scent of twelve women who have ensured your appointment with the noose. That scent will be especially rich, as each
will serve you six strokes of the cane in savouring your demise, prior to you giving your oral thanks. As per our custom, the first woman to receive your thanks will be the one who succeeds in making you give up your seed under the
cane, and give it up you will.” The male’s cock buzzed as he squirmed in excitement at the sultry redhead’s words; he was in danger of coming already, and he relished being caned by her as she stood looking down on him with utter
contempt, her dominant form framing the noose which hung behind her, awaiting his neck at her behest. He gasped and nearly disgraced himself when the redhead nodded to the other eleven, and all disrobed, stepping out of their silk
gowns to reveal their beautiful forms. The crowd of women applauded their demonstration of pure femininity loudly; the male would be thrashed publicly by twelve naked women.

He shivered with fear and ecstasy as he viewed the women who now lined up, eager to make each of their six strokes tell, and then to have their pussies worshipped. The women were all shapes and ages, but all seemed erotically attractive
to him; thin, buxom, fat, each would dominate him and enjoy inflicting pain on the male they had condemned, and would relish watching him swing on day five. Having been allowed a good view of his delicious tormentors, he felt his head
being turned by Destiny. She sneered triumphantly as she stood close at the head of the bench and nestled his face in her hot satin crotch. His whole body went as rigid as his cock as he sampled her beautiful womanly aroma.

“Yes, you poor wretch; you’ll sniff the scent of the woman who is to hang you whilst being caned.” The male sniffed hard at the luscious intoxicating scent and whimpered as the first woman cut the air several times with her cane. The
women laughed as he flinched again and again at the wicked sound. He tried to look up at Destiny, who relaxed a little and allowed him to gaze momentarily up at her, more so she could witness the fear in his eyes. She pressed his face
back into the soft cavern of her moist and aroused mount of Venus.

“There, don’t worry; you’ll hear the sound of my whip before the week is over, I promise you, be patient.” The male’s cock oozed in panic and pleasure as he took in the teasing words of the executrix. He had not yet felt the pain of the
twelve rattans, but already she had sown the seed in his mind of suffering via the bullwhip, and he yearned to feel its wicked bite, administered by this magnificently dominant woman. The huge crowd of onlookers clapped and cheered as
the first woman raised her cane high above him; her naked breasts heaved as she took in a deep breath, nipples stiff and proud with excitement. She was a large and muscular woman; chosen to go first to ensure the male was immediately
aware of his position in what was left of his short life to be. A wicked smile creased her face as she brought the vicious and flexible demon whistling down, with every ounce of strength in her Amazonian arm. The male howled like a
child, in agony, the huge crowd of women laughing and jeering at his distress, as the Amazon raised and stroked. Many women were silent as they watched; vibrators buzzing as they enjoyed the tears of the male as he was broken in stern
and unforgiving fashion. As the formidable amazon grunted out her sixth stroke; her pussy puffed and aroused like a rose about to bloom with the pleasure the caning provided her, the male writhed in pain and chafed wrists and ankles as
he struggled vainly against the manacles which ensured he would receive the full feminine spirit of each and every juror. It was apparent he was to be shown no mercy whatsoever.

Grinning with pleasure as the male squirmed in pain; Destiny allowed his face away from her now sodden crotch so as he could see the beauty that had enjoyed inflicting his first agony. He was also treated to a view of a huge screen
focused on his throbbing buttocks; the amazon had expertly left six clear red lines, she had managed to stripe virgin flesh on each deliciously venomous stroke. Though his cheeks pulsed with pain, his cock remained stiff, and throbbed
to complete rigidity once more as he viewed the flexing amazon as she looked back with utter contempt at him; he knew he would have his head between those formidable thighs shortly, and would be made to thank her for the caning prior to
worshipping her beautifully pronounced mound and muscular anus.

The whistling of the cane announced his next tormentor; as he squirmed under the pain and the women cheered, his cock rubbed against the leather padding wantonly, whilst his anus clenched at both the sound and impact. His cheeks now
flexed in a strange acceptance of each wicked delivery and the pain became sweeter as his tears flowed; the women sweating with sultry enjoyment as he was caned by each, he was learning that he must be broken completely before the week
was out.

Destiny moved aside after he had received all six strokes, so that he may witness the pleasure and stance of his last tormentor and view the next eager punisher. He was now in a state of sublime submission and the pleasure of his
domination by the women now overcame the pain of the rattan. He had been on the point of coming at the final stroke of the last slim and beautiful wraith, who now stood smiling at her work as she toyed with her pussy; he knew he would
squirm to orgasm as the next harsh mistress vented her spiteful dominance. He now viewed the next in line; she was a slightly chubby mature woman of about 50, she stood with her legs slightly apart and sneered in a superior way as she
began to walk over. Her breasts were slightly saggy, but still pert and attractive, her nipples poked out pointing the way as her large thighs and arse wobbled as she strode in positive fashion to her victim, flexing her cane in
anticipation of the sport to come. Physically, she looked very warm and motherly; he would enjoy probing her soft folds with his tongue, though when she spoke her true bitchiness was revealed; he knew he’d come for her.

“Well young man, you have me and a couple of other ladies to thank for what you are receiving now. Most of the jury simply settled for enjoying watching you dance at the end of the rope. It was I and two others who expressed our desire
that you needed to experience the dispatchment week, and we pushed to ensure your complete misery. I shall now enjoy thrashing you, and will apply for participation in some of the other delights you’ll be treated to over the next four
days.” The male’s balls tingled like mad as he became aware of the restraining ring once more; it seemed tighter than ever and his cock buzzed and pulsed on the slippery leather as he listened to her words; there was now no doubt that
she would deliver the punishing strokes which would ensure he disgraced himself. The mature woman seemed to sense this, and pulled the cane between her legs, allowing the tip to slip luxuriantly through her hot moist slit. The male
squirmed and rocked, close to orgasm as she had him sniff and lick the end of the cane with the gift of her scent and taste. The crowd roared and applauded her, also sensing the male would submit to her, like the cur he was. Destiny
giggled and pulled his face to her moist haven as he now rubbed and gyrated his torso against the leather as best he could given the restraints, without shame; he now basked in a submissive heaven, broken by the women. He sniffed at the
pussy of the woman who would noose him, thought of the noose itself, and awaited the pain he had now begun to relish.

His cock began to spasm as soon as he heard the invigorating sound of the flexible rattan scream down in an announcement of its welcoming bite. As the stinging pain coursed through his buttocks, his balls tingled incessantly and seemed
to retract to the restraining ring, giving another sweetly painful pleasure. His anus was stretched to full dilation by the plug, making his constant fear a formality; he wanted to disgrace himself further by shitting whilst being
caned, such was his submission, but the plug ensured his loss of bowel control was kept from the women. This in itself was a subliminally erotic tease. The second stroke from the mature woman, brought down with the professionalism of a
headmistress, had his cock rigid and pulsing, almost as though it were alive with a mind of its own, as the butterflies rose in his stomach whilst he savoured the now gloriously welcome pain.

He was being thrashed by a naked mature woman, in front of a crowd of women, and would be hanged by them from the gallows above him. This realisation along with the intoxicating scent of Destiny’s womanhood, and the catalyst of the
pain whilst in bondage ensured the inevitable. As the third vicious stroke was brought down, the women cheered in their realisation, as the male whined in totally submissive ecstasy as he gave himself up to the cane. Wave after wave of
un-measurable pleasure warped his entire body, as stinging pain blended into sheer ecstasy as he’d never experienced before. The chubby woman smiled victoriously as she brought down the fourth and fifth strokes with extra venom, whilst
the male moaned and writhed in a submissive convulsion, spending again and again, cherishing every delicious second as he emptied his tortured balls in honour of superior womanhood. His arse rose to greet the sixth punitive delivery
from the woman who had owned him and had earned the first tonguing; much to the delight of the huge crowd, then dropped back to squeeze a final hot spurt of defeat from his excited cock; his mind in a state of erotic oblivion.

By the time all twelve naked jurors had finished their task, his buttocks were entirely red and blotchy, blood in evidence in central areas. He had come again and was almost ready to beg for more strokes, was it not for the promise of
showing his further submission in the welcoming task of licking and thanking his punishers. He was allowed free of the bench and yelled audibly as a balm was applied to his wounds by the returning matron. He would now do anything
without hesitation; he was placed kneeling at the end of the bench, which had been lowered and stirrups moved into place. The chubby woman took her place, her feet comfortably in the stirrups; and his leash was handed to her. She
smiled contentedly and the huge crowd cheered as she tugged the kneeling male’s face between her soft and flabby thighs. The tug on the leash was purely to demonstrate her control and dominance over the male, as he needed no prompting
when faced with the beautiful gaping example of mature womanhood before him. His cock, which had almost drooped to semi-erection following two submissive ejaculations, and the application of the balm, now stiffened excitedly at the
welcoming whiff of the mature woman’s arousal and anal scent. The crowd murmured their approval as the broken male set to his task with submissive gusto; his cock bobbing excitedly as he was ordered to commence licking the victorious
woman’s arsehole clean.

The male’s cock dribbled, and his restricted balls tingled with pleasure as he was treated to 12 different scents and profiles; each pussy and anus licked to satisfaction, the crowd applauding their approval as each woman moaned softly
to announce that the male had done his duty. His sticky face was wiped by the matron, and he was turned and led to a black silk shroud which lay on the platform beneath the gallows. He was made to lie down on the shroud which in turn
lay on twelve straps. He looked on in horror as Matron produced the huge syringe once more; his cock was held firm, but he made no attempt to struggle as the controlling woman eased the lengthy needle slowly and deliberately into the
base of his stiffening member. She smiled with sublime satisfaction as he winced in sweet agony, whilst she slowly discharged the liquid content; the pressure of the swelling adding to his agony.

“We’ll not have you losing interest during the night; this dosage will ensure you sleep fitfully, if at all, and will keep you excited about the following day.” His cock was bone hard and rigid as a flap of course material was tied from
his balls to his belly, ensuring his glans remained stimulated in the bondage which was to follow. His swollen balls pulsed against the restricting ring as Destiny smiled down at him with sweet satisfaction as she showed him the display
board with the four remaining, diminutive rings.

“You’ll be taken down a further notch in the morning; I want your dreams to be sweet and want you to be constantly reminded of the pain I shall inflict tomorrow, so I have something for you.” The crowd cheered as she stood over the male
and removed her panties, sweetly soiled with the day’s excitements. The males freshly injected cock pulsed and buzzed as he viewed the shaven gash of his executioner above him, and smelt the rich scent it had produced in his honour, as
Destiny wrapped the crotch over his nose and mouth before hooding him. He gasped and panted at the delicious female essences through the hood; he had little choice, the hood had no mouth or nose holes; he had to breathe through the
material. The eye patches were a gauze, so he could see out, but the effect of the hood made him look completely blind and faceless; it emphasised that he was a worthless nothing with no identity. He was already close to coming again
as his bell-end was teased by the course material and his senses were immersed in Destiny’s scent. He was wrapped in the silk shroud, his ankles tied and his wrists bound behind his back; the twelve jurors then delighted in fastening a
strap each, as tight as they could to ensure maximum discomfort.

A rope was attached to the upper straps, and he was hoisted up to the gallows, where he could view the noose alongside him as he squirmed in submissive ecstasy, bound and utterly defeated. He could now see the extent of the huge crowd
of women who taunted the condemned wretch as he hung beside the noose which would dispatch him when their torment of him was complete. He squirmed uncontrollably like a demonic chrysalis as the tight straps excited him; his cock, rigid
and extra sensitive against the coarse flap, worked itself to the inevitable as Matron’s wicked cocktail, Destiny’s rich pussy and anal scent, and the sight of the noose contrived to help him enjoy his complete humiliation before the
vast crowd of women. He women jeered and clapped wildly as the faceless and bound figure jerked and convulsed in an unmistakable orgasm as it swung beside the noose. The male bathed in sublime submission as the warmth of his semen
spread across the silk as he watched in ecstasy, Matron and Destiny bowing to the crowd as they gestured at their work of utter dominance. The next restricting ring and day two beckoned.
 

Dispatchment week Part 4

Matron was as good as her word; every time the hapless male dozed off, his unconscious mind was treated to erotic dreams; drowning in a vat of pussy-juice; each finger and toe shooting cream, having become another penis; a goddess whose
arms were whips. He would awake, jerking and squirming in his tight cocoon as his balls erupted yet again; the noose in full view, and Destiny’s sexual aroma seemingly fresh each time he woke, panting through the gusset he would orgasm
gloriously in honour of the woman who was to dispatch him. looking down in the cold light of dawn he could see the ringing shears and knew his balls would know more pain within a couple of hours.

As his mind wrestled with yet another dream, he was awoken by an influx of women into the arena; his cock stiff and close to yet another orgasm as the gathering woman looked up at him, some pointing , some with crossed arms; all with
looks of contempt or excitement at the promise of seeing him suffer. He squirmed with urgency as the crowd applauded the return of Destiny, Matron, Miranda and an entourage of guards. Miranda was carrying something pink. He so wanted
to come just once more whilst bound, and was in a state of despair as he felt himself being lowered. The women sneered as he squirmed in heavenly bondage; he was ready to beg to be allowed to come once more before being released. Matron
smiled with supreme satisfaction; her pussy tingled to the first arousal of the day, she knew her concoction had further broken the male; he will have been a slave to his own balls throughout the night and would now lay himself open to
the cruelty and spite of the women. He would be shown no mercy.

He whimpered as he was lain face forward at 45 degrees against a padded board. Matron stepped forward and pressed home the anal plug through the black silk, making him squirm in ecstasy as he wriggled within the tight bonds of the silk
cocoon; he wanted to be noosed in that heavenly state of bondage. Matron sneered as she applied her subliminal torture, her nipples stiffening with pleasure as she savoured her dominance over the worthless male.

“You really are beginning to enjoy your humiliation. I can see you’ve enjoyed your night under the control of my medicine; even when we’re not here, you shall be ruled by our applications and by your own submission to us. I shall take
great pleasure in administering your next injection shortly, and Destiny will be equally pleased in further restricting the balls we own, but first she has a gift for you.”

The male squirmed, desperate to come one final time before being unbound, thinking Destiny was sure to release his bonds before he was presented with whatever wicked ‘gift’ she had for him. His cock stiffened to maximum rigidity and his
balls retracted tight to the restricting ring in submissive euphoria, when the elegant executrix strutted into his view next to him; the pleasure of his realisation was sublime as she unfurled her vicious bullwhip. He now fought to stop
himself coming too soon as the curvaceous dominant toyed with the length of braided and extremely wicked leather instrument of punishment. She smiled with a look of wicked contempt, as he panted through the gusset she had soiled so
sweetly for him, her nipples erect through her silk top, her pussy tingling with pleasure as she anticipated inflicting his first pain of the day.

“I said you’d taste my whip, and I always keep a promise. The monitors show that you came at least three times during the night, without the permission of any woman, and as you’re nicely bound there’s not the need to lash you to a pole
to stop you from fainting; I shall enjoy that pleasure later in the week. You shall know the pain of my whip before I please your balls with the second ring.”

The male squirmed in his tight bonds in divine submission as he watched the formidable woman strut out of his eyesight; the evil whip trailing behind her. Matron and Miranda made sure he noticed their eager looks of satisfaction by
attending him in ensuring his cocooned body was firmly in the middle of the padded board. Miranda, who had savoured sentencing him, was gleefully handed a silken noose by one of the leather-clad guards; despite Destiny’s wicked
suggestion about no need for lashing which emphasised his bondage, Miranda licked her lips as she slipped the silken noose over the squirming male’s head; her pussy buzzing as she pulled it tight about his neck, then the two women tied
it tight with a wicked jerk though a ring at the top of the board. The male gasped as his toes now barely touched ground at the base of the board; the crowd of women cheered and applauded excitedly as the male was given just a taste of
what they had all come to see. This did not help the male’s control; he almost came as he was immersed in subliminal humiliation and defeat. The feel of the noose, even with most of his weight supported by the board, was exquisite, as
he squirmed in the leather bound cocoon he found he could lift his toes clear of the ground and increase the tension on the rope; oh how he wanted to feel the whip now.

As his cock pulsed excitedly and his constrained balls tingled in the sweet humiliation of the baying women, his masochistic prayers were answered, as the swirling sound of the approach of Destiny’s whip heralded the harsh crack and
searing pain that would follow. He tensed in ecstasy, feet clear of the ground, noose tense about his neck, and bound in exquisitely taught silk and leather, as the wicked leather snake bit home into his tensed cheeks; the plug ensuring
his sense of fear was exploited to the full as it stretched his sphincter to the limit. The increasingly huge crowd of women screamed their delight and applauded as the male moaned in a sublime mixture of agony and deeply erotic
pleasure as he cried like a baby into the soiled gusset held tight against his face by the hood. His cock now went into spasm uncontrollably as he viewed the smiles, utter derision, and profound pleasure on the faces of the women in the
crowd. This intensified both his senses and their total delight as he squirmed out of control and bawled as the whip cracked home again; his balls tensed against the ring and his cock seemed to explode beneath him as he was immersed in
the ecstasy and humiliation of an incredibly violent orgasm. The women’s contemptuous looks and jeers seemed to squeeze each hot jet from him as he cried and disgraced himself before them. He wanted all those faces to have a turn with
the whip as he messed again and again in their honour.

Destiny’s pussy was also squirming with pleasure, as her robust and dominant thighs and torso twisted with the action and absolute pleasure of administering the whip. She was very close to coming herself as she witnessed the male’s
agony and ecstasy of defeat as the whip tore at the silk, exposing white buttocks flecked with blood; buttocks which humped and squirmed as the seed was whipped from him, in an act of absolute surrender to womanhood. The male close to
passing out as his balls gave up again and again as the women taunted; the action of the rope about his neck helping to pull every last savoured spurt from his captive and throbbing cock, while the tears flowed with the pain.

He panted and savoured the sticky gusset after the whipping ceased; he knew he would soon be released to face further punishments as the crowd of women cheered and applauded Destiny; she lay down her whip and approached the defeated male
once more. She was congratulated on her performance by Miranda and Matron who were both equally aroused by the performance. The women revelled in their dominance over the whimpering male, their pussies sticky and proud, nipples stiff
with excitement as they relished his further punishments and humiliations as they removed the noose and unstrapped him. His cheeks were dowsed with spirit by Matron, making him gasp with pain, much to her delight; the whip wounds were
superficial, yet exquisitely sore. Destiny laughed as she removed his hood and the gusset, looking at his bleary tearful face; a picture of a completely defeated male who knew his place. Miranda took the silk from under him, and the
three women had him kneel and face the crowd as she showed them and the cameras, the inside of the black silk shroud where his genitals had been confined; the women roared with laughter, clapped, jeered and muttered utter contempt as the
abundance of white staining was shown to them and then to him, to complete his utter humiliation. He had honoured and paid tribute to the silk confinement and whip in superb volumes; the silk looked as though he had been confined for a
week, such was the visual evidence of his plentiful seed.

His cock rose again as he endured the sweet humiliation, incurring more derision from the crowd. Destiny’s pussy tingled at this divine infliction of shame upon the condemned male. She was ready for more, and held his head by his hair.

“Well? Where is my thank-you for allowing you such pleasure under the whip? We all want to hear it, then you shall beg for the next ring; I know your balls are ready for it. Pull the front of my panties down, lick the mess from my pussy
that you are responsible for, for 30 seconds, and then we’ll have the thank you and your request for the shears. After that, Miranda has a gift for your day.” The crowd of women laughed and jeered in anticipation as the males cock
attempted a full erection once more at the thought of the task. Her taste and scent followed by further humiliation and pain had his balls tingling with masochistic pleasure. Matron smiled at the pathetic attempt at rigidity by his
well-used cock, and prepared another huge syringe; her pussy could do with licking too, her panties already spoiled so early in the day.

The male peeled back the superbly dominant woman’s panties and gorged on the fresh rich scent of her arousal; the watching women clapped lightly as he tasted the delicious nectar of the woman who was to hang him on day five. The 30
seconds counted in his head were over all too soon as he lapped at the soft warmth and contours of her womanhood. She pulled his snivelling face away and smiled victoriously down at him, slapping his face for good measure.

“Thank you for whipping me mistress. Please; I beg you! Let me have the second ring on my balls.” The crowd of women whooped with laughter and derision as his stiff cock showed his true feelings and Destiny took in the full pleasure of
adoration in subjecting misery on the pathetic and inferior male. He was grabbed by two eager guards who laid him out on the now horizontal bench and Destiny licked her lips as a smiling third guard fitted the second, presently open,
ring within the open shears and passed them to Destiny. The crowd was silent as the Male’s sack was placed within the cold open shears and his cock held smartly back with enthusiasm by a slender gloved hand. He squirmed in anticipation
of the pain as destiny held firm the ringing shears and licked her lips. The silent crowd of smiling women awaited his cry of pain as the cameras focused on his vulnerable genitalia; exposed and ready for torture.

With a sharp and positive movement, Destiny brought the shears closed with a sense of deep erotic pleasure; the male screamed with pain as the second ring was applied below the first; his stomach turned as his balls felt the tighter
constriction. The gloved hand ensured his held cock remained rigid as its owner stroked his inflated glans to compensate for the pain. The crowd of women erupted with applause and cheers of delight as they heard his pain and watched
the procedure on the huge screens around the arena. The male gasped and panted as the immediate pain subsided; the neck of his scrotum now stretched exquisitely, the dull pain in his balls throbbing, held in permanent bondage with the
promise of three further restrictions. The women were delighted with his pain, and nursed his balls as they smiled down on him.

The male was allowed no respite; further tears were shed as Matron gleefully applied the huge syringe in her usual cruel manner; the further restriction making the pressure of discharging the contents superbly painful; matron twitched
with pleasure as she spiked his cock, she was close to coming, such was her enjoyment. As he lay there, Miranda stood over him and ushered forward some guards who held a bowl of warm water and shaving equipment. He slithered in a
soapy mess as his body was shaved all over, legs as well. He was dried down and the crowd laughed as he was paraded naked and hairless. Miranda then smiled as she revealed her gift. The male was dumfounded as he was shown a pink dress
and stilettos; a stuffed bra and wig complimented the outfit. Miranda smiled with satisfaction as the humiliated male was transformed into a woman.

His shame was complete as the cameras showed him in all his effeminate glory on the huge screens. Miranda’s humiliation of him did not end there. He was further baffled as he was made to bend and a Matron removed the huge plug from his
anus; as he fought to regain control of his dilated sphincter, Miranda leashed him, passing the leash to a guard before pointing to the screen again, with a further look of satisfaction. The male gasped in fear as a huge amazon-like
woman appeared on the screen; a huge strap-on phallus protruding rudely from her middle. Miranda laughed.

“You will be taken on a journey through the district to your next destination. On the way you will be serviced by many women, eager to use you the way you would a woman. You will learn to enjoy be used.” The crowd applauded and jeered
as he was led away, teetering on the uncomfortable stilettos as he began his journey.
To be continued

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