Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 06

Gray had a stiff erection as he witnessed the transformation of submissive male to a more than passable female; it was not the transsexual form that excited him, so much as the crushing dominance of the women in their complete remodelling of the male persona, and the profound pleasure they showed in destroying the will. As Elsa whimpered like the girl she now was, Hope strutted to the door with a broad smile, and the entourage followed, Constance at the fore, eager to witness Granger the purpose-made cuckold.

Hope smiled at the matronly woman in tightly corseted uniform who stood by the door which led to the room where Granger was receiving special training. The woman grinned back with a pleased look.

"Your timing is perfect, Beatrice has just been mounted and is enjoying the attentions of one of Madam Butterly's escort males; I'll show you into the viewing area." Ella smiled wickedly at Gray, and ushered him in before her, after the other women; they stood behind a latticed screen, the women chuckling and sneering to ensure Granger knew he had an audience as he knelt leashed with erect cock, further humiliation ensured; he was held by a stern assistant who smiled toward the lattice screen from the other side. Granger watched and twitched as the buxom Beatrice mentioned by the uniformed matron, lay on a bed and was being fucked vigorously by a muscular and eager stud. She smiled at Granger who knew his services would soon be required, as the stud's thick cock slid in and out Beatrice's stretched cunt. Ella whispered to Gray as his cock pulsed at the performance.

"I may have you take the place of Granger at home one day; I do so like to have cock this way on occasion, from a random, rampant young male of course; it helps me recharge my natural feminine side, and when I've come, the actions which follow confirm my true position amongst males." Gray guessed what was to come, but dare not dwell on what was to happen, until he actually saw it; the idea of watching Ella fucked by another male excited him, but he was unsure about believing what may follow. The stern assistant giggled and sneered down at Granger, keeping his leash tight as the stud began to pant and moan, his thrusting now rapid and urgent; Beatrice lifted her legs high, displaying a sweet asshole which squeezed and dilated as her cunt gripped in ecstasy at the thick cock which shone like a greased pole as the two moved toward a very pleasurable climax. Beatrice did her best to focus a stare on Granger, through half-closed eyes, her face wearing a stupefied grin; the physical ecstasy she was about to enjoy would be eclipsed by the haughty act of sheer dominance she would indulge in when the stud had shot his hot seed into her. She pulled her legs back and shrieked in pleasure as the stud's stiff and well-girthed rod pressed her cunt to a satisfying orgasm, he grunting as though shot by a rifle as his semen burst from his cock; the evidence of his delivery appreciated by the women, his standing position at the foot of the bed allowing a view of Beatrice's cunt and asshole through his legs. Granger's cock bobbed as he saw the cream trickle down to that sweet asshole, the stud spending freely as he thrust in his own ecstasy. Gray's cock matched Granger's as he gaped open mouthed through the lattice; just seeing a shapely woman fucked was excitement enough. As he watched, Ella's hand curled around his waist and rubbed his stiff cock which bulged through his trousers.

"Now she's had her pleasure, you will witness a male's true position in life." The stud slowly drew his huge cock from Beatrice's messy cunt, sated and panting to get his breath back. He smiled with pride as he looked at the ample cream he had delivered, Beatrice's whole body heaving as she recovered, her skirts around her middrift with white thighs exposed and semen dripping pearly white from her pink protruding sex. She snapped her fingers and pointed the stud to the wall; though not naturally submissive, he had been well paid for his enjoyment and did as he was ordered with a smile. She then smiled and turned her attention to Granger, who waited impatiently with erect cock, she wagged her finger at him and he was brought to her amid appluase from the unseen female spectators to enhance his humiliation. Beatrice pointed to her well-used cunt as he quivered on the leash.

"You have learned to savour other men's semen from the results of masturbation in your time here, now you shall taste it as it should be served; still warm and from the work of a worthier male. This will be your main task in life when you leave here, an asset to the enjoyment of cuckoldry; you shall now savour the taste of cunt garnished with cream, as a worthless male you will enhance a woman's pleasure. Lick my cunt and asshole clean, and don't you dare miss a drop; any hesitation or poor work will not be tolerated and will allow me the pleasure of caning you; clean me up." Granger's leash was released and as the women and the stud sneered with pleasure, he bent and took in the scent of cunt semen for the first time. Beatrice buzzed with renewed sexual arousal as his tongue swept the length of her slimy cunt and took in the exposed salty semen. Granger's cock dribbled as the unseen women clapped again as he sampled the salty mess left by the stud's pleasure. His balls tingled with submissive pleasure as he gratefully lapped at the blob which was diffused with the sweet tang of her soft asshole, Beatrice sighing as she enjoyed her dominance over him; her cunt ready to be pleased again as the servile Granger indulged her spiteful need to humiliate. His anus tingled as that humiliation was felt in the extreme, licking another man's mess from a dominant woman's cunt as an audience enjoyed his shame; his cock remaining stiff with every lap of the juiced and used cunt he was cleaning obediently, its mixed aromas and tastes helping to ensure his submissive excitement.

Constance yearned to have her cunt licked as she watched Granger lap at Beatrice's slippery slit and asshole, as she put him firmly in his place; she was very pleased with his progress and he would be tasting Grace Charnforth's cunt very soon. Ella continued to rub the bulge in Gray's trousers as they watched Granger's humiliation; she would have him lick her as soon as they returned home

Agnes Fairchild put on her sternest face as Judge Henry Latimer was led by a smirking maid into the ante room to meet her and six other very mature ladies, all dressed in black. His cock had bulged all the way to her house, and now stiffened as he relished the ritual which would follow; the chubby but attractive maid was in her late thirties and oozed feminine authority, despite her standing. She was perfect for the purpose of her darkly satanic mistress; king or pauper, he was just another male to her, and he was assured of his place below her as she told him plainly to follow her. His balls tingled as he walked through the darkly decorated house; the pictures in the hall were all portraits of stern looking women, looking down as if in judgement themselves, and the smell of femininity assailed his senses as he had been led into the ante room. Grace nodded at the maid, retaining her stern countenance and adding to the sinister atmosphere of the dark room.

"Thank you Agatha, you may now check that all is in order in the suspension room, and await our arrival." Latimer's cock stiffened as the sneering maid left, with the pleasure of having him know that she too would witness his humiliation; a mere maid would watch a renowned pillar of society suffer his weakness at the hands of women. Grace now turned her stern attention to him, his anus tingled as the prim woman dressed in black silks and velvet looked down her nose at him; her firm breasts jutting in her tight top, her slender waist held tight by a corset which accentuated her wide hips; emphasising her femininity and the ultimate power of womanhood. Her mature cunt tingled in anticipation of having this male at her complete mercy; one who routinely sentenced criminals to death in daily life, and who had developed a strong desire to feel their pain. He had 'died' at her hands before, but each time the scenario changed, each time as thrilling as the first. She sneered wickedly, making his anus tingle excitedly in awe of the supreme woman.

"This time you shall be sentenced before a jury; you will not be shown clemency, I guarantee it, you are an evil man and have taken full advantage of your privileged position in sentencing others. You will now be judged, sentenced, and will be punished accordingly." Grace's cunt bulged with pleasure, as he gaped, his cock stiff as he enjoyed the drama; her haughty dominance was absolute, and made her words seem a reality. She took him round the alcove into the room itself, and gasped at the atmosphere created by the scene; six mature women in black, sat three each side of a large table, at the head of which was a large chair in which Grace would sit. On the table at his end, where he was made to stand on a polished oak box, was a short white silk gown; a suitably tailored death shroud, and in front of Grace's chair was a black silk cap. The women's breasts heaved pompously as they surveyed the accused, their cunts tingling as they imagined him on the rope they would have him hanged with. Grace tapped the table with a small gavel, taking his eyes from the schoolmistress-like women.

"Before we sentence you to death, you will be prepared for the gallows prior to our reaching a unanimous verdict; the outcome is inevitable, you are a male and will meet the rope, but we shall ensure you admit your guilt before we have the pleasure of watching sentence carried out, and seeing your humiliation as you spend your seed in the throes of death. You will remove your clothes now!" Latimer baulked a little and blushed visibly as two of the women rose from their seats and strutted toward him with stern severity, their mature yet shapely figures seemed to enhance their dominance; one supervised Latimer in the removal of his clothes, now smiling as she viewed his portly body, taking his clothes and placing them out of sight. She returned and laughed openly as she surveyed his small but erect cock.

"You'll not have any further need for those clothes; we shall burn them with your corpse." His cock rose as the second woman took the white silk gown and placed it over his head; the soft feel of the silk made his balls tingle, it only came down to his waist, leaving those balls and his now rigid cock on display. The humiliation was sublime as he stood naked but for the white silk before seven women; the sweet scent of the woman who placed it over him was as overpowering as her dominance, her satisfaction in reducing Latimer to this level was noticed by him; her nipples expressing themselves through the black fabric of her tight top.

"There, you are ready for the gallows which await you; what a spectacle you shall make for all those witnessing your death." She returned to her seat and Grace began the proceedings.

"Henry Latimer, you are charged with committing many heinous acts against defenceless people, crimes for which you will pay the ultimate price. You will answer all questions with the truth. Is that understood?" Latimer felt seven pairs of eyes burn into him as he answered.

"Yes Madam Grace, I understand." Latimer quailed a little, his cock bobbing stiffly as he had a vague recollection of at least two of the stern women who would now reverse the position he usually held; his mind went back to dinner parties he had attended, the stern auburn haired woman with severe glasses smirked knowingly as she caught his glance. His balls tingled as he suddenly recalled a wine-fuelled dinner occasion where he had been bragging of his power over the lower classes in condemning many to the gallows; a dignitary seemed to only respond or ask questions when it was deemed appropriate, his partner was a mature and seemingly insignificant woman with auburn hair, dressed in pink and white. It was now apparent she had been in control of him. She fired the first question at him, as his stood elevated on the box with his cock excited and exposed in utter humiliation.

"After sessions at which you have sent victims to the gallows, do you masturbate?" This was considered a very base act in the society he found himself in, and he shivered as the women enjoyed his discomfort.

"Yes... I have sometimes masturbated at the memory of some of those occasions." The auburn haired owner of the dignitary sneered with satisfaction. Her mature cunt bulging as she stroked it below the table.

"So, an admission of pleasure at the misery of others. I think you know my verdict; I shall take special pleasure in seeing you hang." Latimer swallowed hard, though this was merely play-acting the sincerity of her words made his cock stiffen; he knew she would truly love to see him actually snuffed, he wondered what masochistic pleasures the dignitary suffered at her hands. One of the equally mature and erotically attractive women from the other side of the table, one whose voice also jarred something within his memory, posed the next question which had his anus tingling with genuine fear.

"You remember Judge Giles Blandish, who was notorious for hanging women and who mysteriously took his own life, by that very method? Some of his more pompous associates believing that foul play was involved, he being found naked and suspended in woodland with his hands and ankles tied; we have it on good authority that a good quantity of his semen was found at the scene. Many women read of his demise with much satisfaction, the company you now face being no exception; have you ever been guilty of condemning a woman to the gallows?" Latimer's cock perked at the thought that Blandish may have suffered a delicious execution at the hands of women, and he trembled at the woman's question; he was sure he knew her, or of her. He was also gripped by fear, as he had sentenced a 'baby farmer' guilty of disposing of infants, and a husband poisoner, two of several which sprang to mind, to the rope. The women studied the humiliated male with contempt as he struggled to answer; they were of course very aware of the facts.

"Yes... I... I have been guilty of sending women to the gallows." The women in black looked upon him with studied disgust, and the prim and confident woman who had posed the question heaved her ample breasts with a look of justified pleasure.

"Then you shall face the noose yourself, I will have great pleasure in witnessing your demise; yours will not be the first life I've seen ended by the rope. I had the pleasure of identifying the body of Giles Blandish; as his widow it was my duty, a duty which confirmed my freedom to live on the wealth he left me, I had great difficulty in concealing my pleasure to the authorities in attendance. I have made it my business to enjoy the punishment of males ever since." Latimer's cock now dribbled as his mind spun in a frenzy, these women knew him and his mind was opened to suggestions made by the widow of Blandish; he began to believe he would stay on the rope this time, and he could see his thoughts were apparent to the women, who thoroughly enjoyed his torment. After answering equally damning questions from the other four stern women, all resulting in their affirmation that they would have the pleasure of seeing him swing, the elegantly dominant Agnes slowly reached for the black silk cap.

Latimer's cock poked rigidly upward, stiffer than it had been in thirty years, as he stood naked but for the white silk shroud, sweetly humiliated before the seven women and waiting to be sentenced to hang. Agnes licked her lips as she slowly placed the black cap on her head, the black velvet gloves she wore emphasising the promise of death. The six other women watched him intently, all sitting as stiffly as they could whilst nursing their mature cunts, in full enjoyment of the exquisite drama.

"Henry Latimer, you have admitted your crimes and your guilt has been confirmed by six women. You are thoroughly deserved of maximum punishment, and will be taken immediately to the gallows and hanged. Your execution will be carried out by women, witnessed by women, and enjoyed by women." The women stood and filed up to Latimer, who was escorted behind the graceful form of Agnes, down to double doors at the other end of the room; the doors were opened from the inside by the stern maid who had met him at the front door. She wore a pleased smile edged with contempt as she viewed the shrouded male, and took great pleasure in pointing to the grim structure within the high-ceilinged room; Latimer's anus tingled with fear as he viewed the gallows for the first time. He had been hanged by Agnes before, but never from this grandiose apparatus; the tall wooden structure was fitted with a trap-door and the white silky noose hung invitingly from a menacing beam projecting from an upright some twelve feet high. His cock stiffened and wept pre-cum as his stomach turned at the feel of the wooden steps up to the platform. Agnes's cunt tingled with acute pleasure as she had the quivering male stand behind the noose, looking through it, as two of the mature women; Blandish's widow, and the dominant wife of the dignitary, gleefully assisted in binding his ankles and tying his wrists behind his back. Secured and helpless, Latimer's balls pulsed in urgent need of orgasm. Agnes and the women taunted him as he faced a black curtain through the noose, which separated the room.

"You are going to give a very special show today; there are many people here who want to see you hang. That cock of yours need not worry, you shall have more than sufficient time to spend while you enjoy the rope." Latimer was now truly in fear for his life as the widow interjected.

"I trust I have bound your ankles securely; I did this once before for someone else, the feeling of bondage will enhance your pleasure as you come for your audience no end." His cock jutted as the two women in black left him alone on the trap with Agnes, each going one way to join two of the others who stood with solemn satisfaction, three in a row either side of the gallows. His bowels were close to giving out as Agnes took great time and received immense pleasure in slipping the silky noose over his head, fastening the slipknot centrally behind his neck. Her legs slipped together in the moistness of her arousal as she walked to the back of the platform, taking the other end of the white rope in her black gloved hands and pulling it tight. Latimer grunted as she heaved on the rope and hoisted him to tip-toe on the trap, binding the rope to ensure his neck did break when the trap was released.

"There, we shall have no accidents, it would spoil everyone's day if you you were dispatched long drop fashion; we want to see you enjoy the rope and please us with your suffering. You see, I have an extra special treat for you this time." Agnes nodded to her maid who stood by the partition curtain, with a smile she took hold of a cord and walked aside, opening it. Latimer gasped and his exposed cock bobbed as an audience of twenty or so more women sat in chairs around a huge bed applauded; a mixture of obviously dominant women with the spiteful tools of their exquisite trade, more women he recognised as wives of those he'd entertained, and others he vaguely recalled from court sessions. All there to witness his divine humiliation as he waited, prepared in his short white shroud, noosed and bound. Agnes's cunt tingled as she glowed in her element, in absolute control of a male's destiny; the exceptional thrill of hanging males was something she never tired of, and her expertise in the art was greatly appreciated by women such as those now in the audience, some having witnessed her humiliations before, many in attendance for the first time and eager to see the portly naked judge hang. Latimer's cock boned as his shame at being witnessed by so many, teasing his sense of submissiveness further than ever before; he watched his mistress strut to the lever, which had been sited so as to allow the condemned an all too clear view of its application, she stood proud and dominant as she faced Latimer and slowly wrapped her black-gloved hands about the handle which would deliver him to the rope in earnest.