Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments.


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.

"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.


Chapter 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 unwitnessed 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 hand-clap 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 hand-clap 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.


Chapter Three (added: 2013/02/20)

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.

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.