Dispatchment Week Part Four

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.