Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 08

There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who recognised the fearful Madam Fairchild, each hoping they would be chosen to face the supreme humiliation of spending on the rope before a crowd of women. Rumours abounded among some of the slaves, who had known others who had disappeared never to be seen again after the exquisitely exciting woman had been a guest of their respective mistresses; it was thought by some that she had exacted final and absolute domination on those males in some covert and exclusive session, whereby the chosen male's enjoyment of the rope had been permanent. She was followed in by four female assistants who carried long boxes, and another whip bearing assistant, who took great pleasure in chastising two hooded and naked male slaves who carried the longest and obviously heaviest of the boxes, some twenty feet long. Kate took great pleasure in showing them to a space at the end of the room before returning with the supreme Agnes to greet Ella.

Gray's cock stood erect and willing as the dominant Agnes approached, looking resplendent in the uniform of the evening; her nipples expressed from her full breasts in the black lace, a damp patch already prominent from the camel-toe which swelled from the black silk panties. Behind her the excited women watched with interest as her assistants oversaw the hooded males as a gallows was swiftly erected. Agnes smiled wickedly down at Gray with a knowing look; seeing him kneeling submissively, naked and hooded his cock lifting rudely in honour of her formidable presence, made her clitoris bulge with pleasure.

Before either she or Ella could make their introductions, a round of applause went up behind them, as a noose swung from a completed gallows and the two males were whipped to their knees in a position facing the rope. Two of the smiling assistants placed black silk handkerchiefs on the floor before the two slaves. The crowd of women laughed and jeered when they were ordered to masturbate; their reward for constructing the device on which a fellow male would be humiliated. The two hooded males were teased in turn by the whip bearer who ensured they would deliver a handsome sample of semen by striping their backs and buttocks as they wanked in a submissive heaven of their own; one had been a bank manager, the other a solicitor, both now mere playthings of Agnes Fairchild and dominated totally by her. Neither needed the extra humiliation of whip or jeering female crowd to guarantee a more than healthy ejaculation, both knew a secret about the device before them which they had witnessed when first fully enslaved by their absolute mistress.

They had watched while the gallows was constructed by two males who once held their present positions, two males who pleased their insatiable mistress's cruel appetite totally. The women applauded enthusiastically as the two hooded males shot their seed in abundance, streaking the black silk liberally as they eyed the noose, both yearning for the day when they would erect the gallows in the walled yard behind the Fairchild residence while watched by their smiling mistress and two new slaves.

Gray was close to coming as Ella looked sternly at him as Agnes licked her lips and stroked his neck with her elegant hands, her cunt buzzing.

"He'll swing very nicely; I would love to take him off your hands permanently if you just name your price, I'm sure no-one would miss such an insignificant cur, and it would make a delightful evening for all the ladies here." Ella delighted in the tease and looked first to Gray with a wicked smile, and then to the noose which loomed invitingly, a grinning assistant testing the trap-door which dropped away with a pleasing thud as she eagerly tugged at the lever. Ella's cunt oozed as she was impatient to see the spectacle, as were the other women who now crowded round in anticipation, it now being obvious who the victim was to be. She would have him become a little more acquainted with his executioner.

"I think you should sniff madam Fairchild's cunt to gain an understanding of just how excited she is at the prospect of seeing you hanged. Do it now." Agnes smiled with pleasure as the meek victim did just as he was told, a large clear blob of pre-cum now glistening from his pink bell-end, as his cock bobbed and dribbled on sniffing the delicious tang of the excited cunt of the woman who would have him dance on the rope; there was no mistaking the level of her excitement as she held his head and eased his nose up and down the generous slit bulging in her panties. Ella continued with her enjoyment.

"Remember how excited you were that day at Newgate when you saw our pleasure at Wingfield's execution? Well now you have the chance to enjoy just how he felt, and to please your mistress and everyone else here too; I can see you are more than ready for it, you do want to hang for the ladies don't you?" Gray was as terrified as he was excited by the prospect; he knew Ella could be harshly dominant with him at times, but took much pleasure in doing so; she was unlikely to allow Agnes to indulge her extreme carnal desire in snuffing him out, but she had not actually stated that she would not. As he looked up from the sweet scent of Agnes' cunt, the fact that all the women who smiled down at him were in black and he was naked like a sacrificial lamb only served to emphasise his fear, but the idea of being bound and hanged by a woman, for the pleasure of other women excited him no end. The women grinned as he admitted his weakness.

"Yes mistress... I want to hang for the pleasure of the ladies." Ella passed his leash to Kate and the ginger maid took it with enthusiasm. "Kate shall have the pleasure of helping Agnes' assistants prepare you for the rope; we shall all enjoy seeing her take a pro-active part in preparing a male for the gallows." The ginger madam sneered with wicked delight as she tugged on his leash, she would thoroughly enjoy seeing him noosed. The excited pack of women in black parted as Gray was virtually dragged to the waiting noose by his young ginger mistress; her cunt tingling at the pleasure to come. The crowd of women watched with haughty satisfaction as Gray was made to lie on the platform by the trap, and manipulated by Agnes' smiling assistants who held him, while Kate was handed leather straps which she gleefully bound him with. As his ankles and wrists were secured, his cock stiffened as he looked up to the noose, and Kate whispered into his ear as she ensured his wrists were nice and tight.

"I shall so enjoy watching you suffer, after all it maybe my last opportunity to do so; l hope you enjoy the performance as much as I will." The spiteful redhead eagerly helped the assistants lift the bound and helpless Gray to his feet over the trap-door and the stern Agnes strutted over, her face a picture of satisfaction as she looped the noose over his neck and signalled to two assistants who happily pulled down on the rope where it was hitched behind the gallows; Gray gasped as his neck tasted the rope in earnest as he was hoisted to tip-toe, the eager crowd of women sneering and giggling at his physical realisation that he was to hang, the shock of the sensation making him squirm helplessly in his bonds, enhancing his fear which delighted the women. Agnes ensured the noose would not snap his neck if there were too much vertical movement, by taking much care and pleasure in placing the slipknot directly behind his head and making sure he was hoisted ballerina style, his anus tingled and his cock boned as she taunted him.

"There. You will now fully enjoy the physical delights of the noose, no horrid drop and swift neck break as is granted true criminals at Newgate; you are just a submissive male whose only purpose is to provide enjoyment for females, and you will enjoy slow strangulation, allowing you to really appreciate being hanged. I have a good idea you will show that appreciation in a very special and humiliating way; your audience here will be most satisfied to witness it and will increase your enjoyment by taunting you as you hang, and hang you will." There was a hushed silence broken only by the odd callous giggle from the watching women as Agnes Fairchild strutted purposely toward the lever that would begin the real entertainment; Gray's balls tingled like mad and his stiff cock dribbled as Agnes touched the lever as he padded on his big toes on the trap, and waited for his neck to take the full weight of his body. She then strutted back to him as though to offer some reprieve, to rapturous laughter from the women.

"Oh I forgot, we'll have that hood off you first; we want everyone to fully enjoy your facial expressions as you dance." The women made patronising gestures as his scared face was revealed in full, and he watched Ella, Kate and smile softly at him as Agnes approached the lever once more.

"Ladies! You will now witness a male receive just punishment as befits all males; his innocence or guilt is irrelevant, he must know suffering at the hands of womanhood to appreciate his true position, he shall now be put in his place. Enjoy!" The lever was slammed across and the sound of the trap disappearing with a bang was almost drowned out by the applause of the women, overcome with delight as they watched Gray suspended. He groaned and gasped as the wicked rope tightened about his neck and began to squeeze the life from him; his body quivered on the creaking rope as he wriggled in the divine and unforgiving bondage with his toes flicking back and forth looking for the support which was no longer there, his wrists squirmed for release behind him, but there was to be none. The rope clicked and creaked ever tighter as he hanged naked and bound for the pleasure of the women, each and every black laced mistress held their grinning eyes upon him, many rubbing their cunts as they watched him suffer on the rope. As his breath grew shorter, the pressure on his neck seemed to numb, and the tingling in his balls became urgent as the sight of the women enjoying his pain allowed him to indulge his submissive pleasure at being displayed on the rope. Agnes grinned as she saw the tell-tale signs and took a riding crop from an assistant. She gently caressed his balls and the underside of his erect and excited cock, on seeing him convulse slightly.

"Ladies! He will now show his complete submission by honouring your audience in an act of complete humiliation; he knows he is ours!" Agnes grinned as she expertly stroked the underside of his bobbing cock with her crop; though not even close to stimulation, the touch of the crop was divine to Gray, as he squirmed in his bonds while being slowly strangled it emphasised the absolute control of the dominant woman. He now truly enjoyed the rope as the smiling women taunted, his cock peaked at the delicious touch as the beautiful tingling in his balls spread ecstatically through his torso; Agnes pressed the crop against his cock as it pulsed.

"His submission is complete! See how worthless he is!" Gray moaned in ecstasy as he spent with a vigour that showed he was truly in fear of losing his life, as he danced helpless and naked on the rope, the women laughed as he shot a torrent of semen without being masturbated; they laughed and sneered at his humiliation, this was proof to them he truly was a cur, and he showed his full enjoyment at total submission to womanhood. Agnes got supreme satisfaction from his display, grinning and directing his jets of seed with her crop as he convulsed, the women applauding as he spent for them. Her swollen clitoris was ready for stimulation of its own as she taunted him further mid-orgasm as he fought for breath, consumed by the ecstasy of his submission to the rope and its dominant mistress.

"You poor fool, I have you now; your mistress may have tired of you, you'll not know and you'll spend till your balls are dry." Her cruel words made him pump and jerk on the rope as he eyed Ella, who enhanced the delicious tease by gently waving goodbye to him as the other women laughed at his torment. Gray now fought to stay conscious as the restricting rope now added to his submissive ecstasy, slowly applying its silky grip and choking the life from him, as the delicious orgasm magnified his frantic wriggling; the plainly futile attempts which cut his wrists and ankles, now a deeply erotic and satisfying pleasure he could never have imagined. The sneering Agnes held his cock high with the crop while he spent again and again, the jets of semen streaking toward the leering women as he jerked helpless and bound for their pleasure. Gray now wanted to die for the women as the lush orgasm racked his tortured body, Agnes was so truthful in her supreme dominance; she had him alright, and she knew he was a weak male who would submit completely to the pleasures of the rope. She smiled with sublime satisfaction as Gray's dance shuffled to a mere vibration on the creaking rope, his erect cock waned and trickled the last seed of his ecstatic delivery and he passed out. The women applauded loudly and a smiling Agnes flicked the blobs of semen from the flat end of her crop as her giggling assistants rushed to free the 'condemned' man from the noose.

Gray awoke with a start to find something else about his neck; Ella and Constance were quick to change their looks of obvious concern to ones which showed nothing but contempt as he gathered his senses and focused on his mistress; he now felt somewhat ashamed as his mistress patted a lotion soaked towel about his neck; Agnes looked down upon him with true contempt.

"Very few friction marks about the neck, he hangs very well; it will be my pleasure to have him again as soon as you think he has earned it." Ella gave him a soft smile as she and Constance treated his wrists and ankles which had abundant marks due to his delight in testing them during orgasm, but any thoughts of being pampered were soon cut short; Hope and Kate came over and exchanged knowing smiles with his mistress, who then gave Gray a look of genuine contempt.

"Hope and Kate are to take you back to Arachne house tonight, to experience a little discipline there, before taking you the drapery shop which was once yours tomorrow; the ladies I have installed there will no doubt impart their own discipline upon you there too." Gray gasped as she smiled at Hope and strutted off with Constance, leaving him in the care of the two imposing and dominant redheads. Hope gave him a sneer which radiated the spite she felt for him and all males.

"I shall teach you to spend without permission! Your exhibition before the ladies was disgraceful; I shall take great pleasure in thrashing you to tears, and you shall then be put to good use having made Kate and I so messy with your disgusting performance." Gray's cock rose again as he was led behind them on his leash to the waiting carriage; a caning followed by ginger cunt and asshole would likely have him disgrace himself further.

Gray was made to crouch on the floor of the carriage and used as a footstool by Kate, who teased his backside with her cane as their transport jolted on its way to Arachne House. As uncomfortable as he was, Gray's cock erected once more as he re-lived his experience at the end of the rope; the exquisite feeling of helplessness and the deeply satisfying orgasm he achieved as he was made to think it may be his last, was something he would keep in his memory forever; he hoped Agnes Fairchild would realise her suggestion and he would be allowed to please her that way again.

The stern words of Hope and the punishment she had promised him for disgracing himself on the rope ensured his cock hung rigid as he studied her mean boots and shapely legs before him, he knew the caning he would receive from her would make him wish he had been extinguished by the noose that had earned him that pleasure. Kate dug her spiked heels into his back reminding him that she, as Hope's worthy apprentice in male domination, would also have her enjoyment of him. The youthful dominant flexed the cane she carried, Gray taking in the sweet scent of her arousal; the black silken panties she wore sodden with the excitement of the evening's spiteful entertainment, her ginger cunt now oozing at the prospect of what was to come. The mature Hope was equally aroused at being offered the opportunity to chastise her employer's favourite; when they had met before, she had noted how submissive he was and her cunt had tingled at the thought of punishing him, he would now learn that being her mistress's property would not give him licence to escape any woman associated with her. Her clitoris bulged as she thought of having him strapped to a bench and served with her cane; she lifted her boot and had him kiss the toe.

"We shall soon be in my private parlour; you are very privileged to be allowed that luxury. I believe my mistress has been very lax with your discipline and that will be corrected tonight; It has been my pleasure to break many males, each paying dearly for the misgivings and chauvinism of this misguided male-led society. You will learn in no uncertain terms that womanhood is truly dominant, and will be reduced and conditioned until I am happy that what is left of your spirit recognises nothing else." Gray's cock dribbled as he licked the shiny toe of her boot, and groaned as Kate dug her heels into his submissive flesh. Hope gave her a soft smile and nodded her head to prompt some words of chastisement from her young apprentice dominatrix; she was keen to see the young girl who had been abused by males stamp her authority on them at every opportunity. Kate needed little prompting; she stroked the cane up the bulging camel-toe in her wet silken panties and then put the rod under his nose to replace Hope's boot, Gray's balls tingled as he sniffed at the scent of her arousal.

"You will have a special laundry assignment before I allow you my cane; your performance on the rope is responsible for spoiling my knickers, I will invite the laundry girls to watch how a male should clean them; they may have some that require your attention too." Hope smiled with pride at Kate's idea; humiliation of males before the humbler staff of Arachne House was excellent therapy, and gave those women the opportunity to boost their supremacy; they would be delighted to remove their knickers after work in the steamy laundry, supervising the males who did the donkey work there. Seeing the owner's pet male clean their knickers would impress on them that all males are to be treated with equal contempt.

The carriage jerked to a halt and Gray was led on all fours to a side entrance by Kate as Hope strutted ahead. As they entered, the matron of the evening looked enviously at their tight lace and silk outfits, and then laughed as she looked down at the leashed male.

"That's Madam Ella's male! I'm so glad to see him here in appropriate fashion at last; I do hope she's tired of him and he's here at our disposal, I'd love to help re-correct him." Gray cowered on the leash at the thought of the stern matron's words; having seen how other males were processed and sold off, his balls retracted with fear and he felt the need to defecate as the sneering woman looked down on him eagerly. Hope let him suffer for a few moments, thoroughly enjoying the matron's notion.

"I'm certain we'll enjoy that pleasure one day, but unfortunately he is here just this one evening for some corrective therapy; I fully intend to make the most of it. He will face my pleasure in my private quarters, after an appointment he has in the laundry room; you are most welcome to accompany us there, the ladies will be just about to finish their shift and we have a little bonus for them." The matron was more than pleased to do so, and her own cunt was soon buzzing as Kate awarded her Gray's leash, she took her staff cane and whipped his ass smartly through the corridors past the cells where the newer selected males awaited processing, and on to the rear of the building.