Journey to complete submission

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Blair and Larry lifted the first of the girls and carried her downstairs as Deacon drove the van round to the rear of the terrace into the mews road.  Under cover of darkness they loaded the three girls into the van unseen, or so they thought. Marie and the other women watched the van leave, then took Anna from the house.  They then drove up to the country destination, overtaking the van on the way. When they arrived at the address, they found a large house in an avenue of similar detached houses, no elaborate security or gates. They left their cars and viewed the building; through a window they saw just three males, all middle aged one olive skinned, one of an eastern extraction and one white, some very expensive vehicles sat outside.  The women were met by six more who had been alerted by Ebuka.  Just as they were discussing plans, they were forced to withdraw to cover as the van came into the driveway; the olive skinned man came out of the house to greet them, and was obviously in a hurry, as he had Blair open the van’s rear doors immediately and unzipped the top end of the bag with Ginger in it.  He smiled and passed a package to Blair as Ginger was re-zipped; she was a redhead kidnapped to order.  He opened the boot, and the trussed and squirming girl was lifted in, and the boot closed leaving her in further darkness to begin her journey into slavery.

He drove off immediately, too soon for the women to arrange one of them to tail him in a vehicle; they would have to interrogate the three men to establish who e was and where Ginger was to be taken.  In the boot of the car, Ginger was not too uncomfortable and she squirmed and rubbed herself excitedly on the dildo and anal plug inserted in her.   She had now seen the face of the man who now owned her, and hoped to be abused shortly; she wet herself as she achieved an orgasm, trussed and locked in the darkness.  Back at the house, the other two were brought in, unzipped and shown to the men. The eastern man slapped Susie’s face several times, making the already distressed girl cry.  Laughing, he undid his flies and forced the weeping Susie to suck his cock; the other girl was held by the head and forced to watch, terrified, as Susie gagged and swallowed on the man’s seed, which he gleefully spent into her mouth, grunting as he spurted; his white semen dribbling from the corners of Susie’s mouth and mingling with her tears The white man then moved to the other girl and pulled his cock from his flies; though trembling and terrified the girl sucked on his cock with enthusiasm, in fear of what may happen to her.  After he had grunted his mess into her mouth the girls were re-bagged and booted as per Ginger.  Both vehicles would be followed this time; the women chosen to do this were expert in this field and were ready equipped with passports to enable them to follow anywhere.

Blair, Larry and Deacon laughed and joked, then settled down for the night in the rooms upstairs. They didn’t know they’d be sleeping for a lot longer than intended, and would wake elsewhere.  The women entered the house when the men had been given ample time to sleep; each one was chloroformed, trussed and taken to the women’s vehicles.

When Blair woke, he found himself naked, trussed and gagged. He was on a large bed which was too comfortable. As he squirmed and struggled he suddenly became aware of someone else in the room, and he felt something prod his back. He turned to see Dominique smiling down at him, naked, cane in hand. She removed his gag.

“You will tell me where the redhead has been taken within five minutes.”  The lithe black beauty then stepped back and commenced her work on Blair; he was not given the opportunity to give her an answer, he was given what was to be the first of many thrashings by the supple woman.  He cried in pain as she brought the cane down with relish on his arse and legs, again and again; he was shown no mercy whatsoever. Dominique’s supple muscular form glowed as she whipped Blair in a frenzy of cuts and strokes, her pussy moist and tingling as she thoroughly enjoyed the thrashing. Though Blair wept like a baby as Dominique worked on him, he could not avoid the smell of her arousal or the look of the beautiful woman as she dominated him; his cock erect and rubbing on the bed, he moaned between the tears as he disgraced himself under the cane.  Dominique smiled with sheer satisfaction as he squirted his cream and made sure his pleasure was matched with pain, bringing the rattan down with extra force as Blair spurted in complete submission.

Dominique relented only when her arms were spent. Blair writhed and moaned in pain; red welts and the blood from them, trickled down his arse to mingle with the semen on the sheets.  He could hear the howls from the other rooms, as Larry and Deacon were also beginning their descent into total submission to the women.  Blair willingly blurted out all he knew about the man who had taken Ginger, and Dominique passed the info on to one of the female agents who would track her down.  She then returned to the snivelling Blair.

“You’ll lick my arse, and then I shall cane you again.” Blair received a cursory stripe with the cane as he dared to protest, before he commenced licking the sweetly perfumed chocolate brown anus; this would be part of his submission to her, he would learn to associate the sweet smell and taste with the promise of a caning.  When the assertive Dominique considered he had serviced her well enough, she simply resumed the caning. Blair cowered and begged for mercy, but was shown none; Dominique laughed at him as he howled with pain as the cane resumed biting his flesh.

“Don’t worry; you’ll be begging me to cane you before you know it!” Blair tossed and squirmed as the stinging pain wracked his body; he was hopelessly erect again and could not help but remember the sweet pleasure of the first occasion, and now he had the sweet smell and taste of his new mistress’s arsehole in his nose and mouth. The pain and the pleasure combined, Dominique noticed his rhythmic motion and adjusted her cane strokes to suit.

“You may come for me again now; I intend to have you come several more times before we’re done.”  The words of his beautiful tormenter served to assist with his humiliation, as the cane made his stiff cock jet back and forth under his tormented body.  Dominique laughed at him as he duly convulsed and now the jets were of hot sticky semen as he took the cane and thought of that arse; he knew she was right, he was doomed and she was in complete control of him, he knew he would soon be begging for a caning.

In a house in Rabat, Morocco, the police were removing the body of a middle-aged olive skinned male.  He had been found hanged; a pair of delicate woman’s panties stuffed in his mouth. He was also covered in welts where he had evidently been whipped and caned. Much semen was in evidence upon the floor before him; the forensics team were puzzled by the bright red pubic hair found in his bed. Their investigations led them nowhere.

Further south, somewhere in the African interior, three white girls watched with a crowd of laughing and jeering black women, as two men, one eastern and one white, were bundled and dragged whilst screaming and begging for mercy, up the steps of a scaffold to where two more smiling black women stood waiting with hoods, next to two silky white nooses.  Dressed just in funeral shrouds, the quaking and terrified males were eagerly noosed by the smiling women, who had won the privilege to despatch them. They were very eager to tell the men their names and that they would be the women to send them to their deaths. The two trembled as their legs gave way with fear, but the nooses bit tight and kept the choking men upright, much to the delight of the jeering crowd of women. The two smiling women made sure the nooses were nice and tight- the men were to be allowed no drop- they wanted real sport of them.  The women then hoisted the hoods aloft and looked down at the seething crowd of women, for their opinions; they were told in no uncertain terms by the laughing jeering  majority that no hoods were to be worn, the women wanted to watch the faces of the men as they suffered. The two had been captured shortly after Ginger had been released in Rabat; like the other three men, they had ben chloroformed and brought here to face a court run by Ebuka, who took great pleasure in making an example of males who had ill-treated women.  The two had been whipped and beaten to give up the names of all their contacts and to confess their crimes, before being tried in Ebuka’s court before a jury of 12 women. They had been found guilty and sentenced to hang within 15 minutes of the start of proceedings.  They were stripped of their clothes from the onset, and were made to crawl on all fours from their confinement to wherever they were to go.  The women ensured that they suffered for their crimes; now they would take great satisfaction in ensuring they committed no more.

The two stood in full view of the jeering taunting women, noosed, hands bound behind them, ankles now smartly bound, and ready to dance at the end of the rope. There was one more humiliation first though; their shrouds were lifted to reveal that both men had healthy erections; though terrified, the smell, look, noise and the thought of dying for these women had made both men involuntarily excited. The woman laughed and goaded their small white pricks, but they would oblige them just this one last time. Both men’s cock’s rose instantly to fully stiff erections as the two black beauties each took their man in hand. The men knew they were to die, and the eroticism of their imminent despatch by women was not lost on their senses, despite their fear.  Both men looked down at the smiling, leering crowd of women who now clapped in time, awaiting the display from the males as they were milked to oblivion, the men knew as soon as they came they would hang, but could not hold back.  one of them looked down at the assortment of buxom and lithe women as they smiled up and clapped relentlessly; the pleasure afforded him by his stroking tormentor was all too much, he was overcome by the eroticism and wanted to die for the women.  The women cheered and whistled as he bucked and grunted in absolute ecstasy; the orgasm gripped him like no other as his tormenter smiled and gripped firmly and stroked harder as the pleasure warped through him. He gave up his seed for the women, who jeered and laughed as he gratefully shot his mess down to the wooden trapdoor, a trapdoor which would now disappear.

The woman squeezed her silky brown hand up the length of the man’s cock and drained the last of his warm semen; he had come for the last time.  She smiled and strutted to the lever which would send him on his way. The other male whimpered as he strove to stave of the pleasure of masturbation, the buxom African woman smiled at the man, as the baying throng of onlookers egged her to pull the lever; some of them openly toying with their sex.

“You have abused women and you will pay dearly for that. I want you to think of what you’ve done as you hang for me.  Now you will die.” The women cheered as she smiled with satisfaction and smartly pulled the lever. He let out a gasp as the wooden floor left him and his neck and throat were pinched tight by the deadly noose; his feet swung and twitched looking for the floor as the pain of his oncoming death was realised for the first time. He spluttered and fought for breath as he was slowly choked by his own weight; his cock rose erect once more, as he took in the jeering, laughing and clapping women and the reality of the situation registered fully; there was no going back now, he would be dead within minutes, the silky noose creaked as it squeezed ever tighter, and the inside of his shroud was suddenly warmed by the fact that he pissed himself with fear.  The women screamed and jeered all the more as the liquid streamed down his legs and splattered in the dust below the gallows.  The other man now received more attention from the crowd; he whimpered pathetically as his dark mistress stroked him relentlessly, laughing as she teased him to his end.  He now had the extra distraction of seeing his accomplice struggle and squirm at the end of the rope. His cock stiffened, he could not hold back, his laughing mistress taunted him as he began to convulse with pleasure.

“Yes yes, you are to die now, like your friend; give me your seed like a good boy, I want to watch you die.”  Her words, the crowd, and his accomplice dangling were too erotic. He cried tears as he realised it was hopeless; how he wished now he’d never been cruel to women, his black mistress let out that typical high pitched African warbling yell as his cock spurted forth his cream. He was doomed.   The women closest to the gallows moved forward and spread their arms to catch the jets of semen which the doomed man shot over the parapet in a fit of resigned ecstasy. His mistress was very pleased with his performance.

“See how easy it is? Now you can go.” He whimpered all the more as she moved toward the lever, but he was to be shown no mercy.  A second rally of cheers rang out as the frightened and spent male was delivered to his death by a woman. The lever was ripped back with gusto by the eager black mistress, the floor went away and his whimpers turned to gasps as the rope squeezed his neck exquisitely in announcing his oncoming death. Piss still dripped from the first male as his eyes bulged and his face went blue as he was slowly constricted; he was knowing pain, and the women rejoiced in his silent agony as the life was squeezed slowly and painfully from him. The second man now knew pain also and longed to pass out. As his feet swayed the women taunted all the more; they knew their enjoyment would be done in a few minutes. As his body stretched and he felt the bindings of his wrists and ankles, his cock rose once more, as if it too was bound by some invisible force. He could not understand, but he now managed to look down at the smiling jeering women and he was overcome by the eroticism of his situation.  His hanging mistress noticed the bulge in the shroud and lifted it clear; the women shrieked as they saw his erection, the shroud was removed.

Even with the pain of the rope as it squeezed ever tighter he now felt the breeze over his body, naked and dangling before the seething mass of aroused women, to accentuate the humiliation of his demise. He strained against the taught bindings of his ankles and wrists and the feeling of utter helplessness made his balls tingle with excitement as the seconds passed by. The women taunted him all the more now his cock was pointing rigidly, and he fought for breath as the rope clicked tighter about his neck; he was now enjoying his despatch and the tell-tale signs from his loins were there.  The women warbled and clapped as they sensed what was to happen as he squirmed at the end the rope awaiting death, increasing the new found erotic feeling he was experiencing.  He looked at the smiling laughing women, some of whom had there sex’s bare and openly pleasured themselves, he looked at the hanging mistress smiling with satisfaction at her work, squirmed against the bindings and his cock pulsed unmistakably as his body convulsed in announcement of a final ecstasy.  His balls twitched and tingled in that pleasurable way when at all times before, his cock had either been locked in his hand or deep within one of the women he had treated so badly, he now fought for breath, not because he wanted to simply survive, but because he wanted to enjoy a final orgasm.  He twisted and convulsed as the women’s jeers reached a crescendo; they had seen this before, he was to give his seed up to them as well as his life. His cock jutted forward in the breeze as his buttocks squeezed and convulsed in sheer ecstasy; the women clapped and taunted as he jangled on the rope and thrusted, shooting his cream in pure ecstasy, he knew he would die shortly but had never thought it would be like this; he gasped as the pleasure coursed through his body, then he was gone.

The women looked up with satisfaction at the two lifeless corpses which now hung there; they had met their deserved ends, and paid the price for abusing women.  The three girls were shocked at what they saw, but the women, and Ebuka herself seemed so matter of fact about the despatch of males who trafficked in women, that they accepted the harsh justice.  Ginger was less happy than the others; her release had been bitter-sweet.  Ebuka smiled at the girls as she led them to their quarters.

“There are three men coming here, who you will be most pleased to see have justice served upon them; Anna, the girl who worked with them, and the lady who ensured your freedom, Marie Harper, will bring them, along with my Dominique.  You will see a great change in them when they arrive. They have had a month with Dominique and her team, and will be most obedient by now.”  The buxom African women laughed as she thought of the men, and the further satisfaction of having them here.

Back at the house in England, there was indeed a great change in the males. Dominique entered the room and clicked her fingers; Blair came to her immediately on all fours and kissed her feet.

“Cane!” Blair immediately went to a spot by the bed picked a cane and returned it to his smiling mistress. He cowered silently below her, his collar and leash trailing, a tail protruding from the butt plug in his anus and naked apart from a white gown.

“The time has come for you to have justice served on you. We are going on a little trip; I know you so want a special punishment, and the girls will be so glad to see you.”  He was led into a room where he saw smiling women zipping up two body bags; these contained Larry and Deacon, who had both been crushed into submission also. Blair whimpered a little, earning him a fierce stroke of the cane from Dominique, who then produced a chloroform mask.

“Time for a little sleep; we are going to have complete satisfaction when you wake up.” Though completely broken by the women, Blair was still terrified at the prospect and had to be held firmly but two of the other women, before he was bagged for delivery to his fate.

When Blair opened his eyes again, the first thing that struck him was the heat; it was apparent he was no longer in England. All three men were dressed in white shrouds, were but plugged and leashed.  As soon as they were conscious they were led triumphantly from the building they were in, by Marie, Dominique, and Rula. They were taken through an avenue of taunting, yelling, women, who made it quite plain that something very unpleasant would happen to them.  They were led to a pen in the middle of a compound and secured on all fours.  Before them; resplendent with an ornate whip, sat Ebuka on a large chair.   She was accompanied by the three abducted girls. All were dressed in black.  The women who had arrived with them took their seats and waited for the show to begin.  There was to be no trial on this occasion; the males all confessed their crimes whilst being whipped in front of the crowd of cheering women.  They were then made to beg for mercy from the girls; the girls duly obliged, despite the atrocities handed out to them by the males. Ebuka thanked the girls for their offer of leniency and then stood up.

“You have offended all womanhood and not just these girls. You will be shown no mercy.” She clapped her hands and Deacon was taken to another central spot in the compound where all could see he was leashed to a stake like a sacrificial lamb, and three hugely obese African women, with whips and canes came over two him. He was given a sound thrashing by all three and was quickly reduced to tears, much to the delight of the crowd. He was then face-sat by each and made to lick and service the sweaty anus and sex of each of the women.  The women jeered and laughed as the last of the three worked his erect prick until he gratefully shot his seed in submission. He was then thrashed again by each, before being gagged and trussed.  He was placed over a donkey and whipped continually as the three women led him away to their village.

Larry, whose crimes were a little greater than Deacon’s, was next to oblige the crowd. He was taken to the same spot, but was secured on all fours.  He yelped with pain as his butt plug was removed without ceremony.  Then the women started whistling and whooping; two huge African males appeared, naked and with huge cocks. The women smiled with satisfaction as one of them moved behind Larry, who squirmed in his bindings in a futile effort to escape; he guessed what was to happen.  The male toyed with his huge cock till it stiffened sufficiently, and then lifted the shroud clear from Larry.  He eased his huge shaft into Larry’s anus; he moaned in agony as the muscular black man showed him no mercy and slid his phallus deep, whilst holding Larry’s hips the way you would hold a woman. Larry was helpless and the crowd of women jeered and taunted excitedly as the man began to move back and forth.  The other male moved up smiling as he too, played with his cock, which was already nearly stiff having viewed proceedings. Larry was helpless and was forced to open his mouth, as the huge dark brown bell-end was pressed to his lips.

Larry gagged as he consumed the huge phallus and tasted its slippery pre-cum for the first time. He felt completely and utterly defeated as the women bayed and the males enjoyed him. But the shame of all shames in this ultimate humiliation was that he felt his balls tingling as the cock was worked back and forth; he became erect and the women taunted endlessly.  He could not believe it; he was enjoying what was happening. The male behind sensed this and squeezed him affectionately as he began to moan with pleasure.  Larry now sucked lovingly on the bulbous bell-end and the owner also began to moan. Larry was overcome; he was being made gay by the situation, he had been beaten into submission by women, and now he was being used like one by men.  His balls tingled all the more, his cock stiffened, and the male behind started to thrust in and out; torturing Larry’s prostate mercilessly.  Larry grunted on the huge silky cock in his mouth, and the watching women rejoiced as his hanging white cock squirted over and over again, in ecstasy. As he did both males unleashed their loads; Larry coughed and gagged as he sampled hot semen for the first time, in both ends.  The males roared as they came very satisfactorily indeed.  The women applauded and taunted as the males unhitched Larry, and then deftly bound him up as he lay there submissively; semen dribbling from lips and anus. They smiled at him as they tied a huge sack over his top half and the bottom half, and then tied him over their donkey.  The women clapped as the two gay Africans led their prize away to their gay community, where he would learn to love male company all the more.

Blair quaked with fear; as the ring-leader, he knew he could expect short shrift from the women, and his mind boggled having seen the fate of his two accomplices.  Ebuka stood and looked down at him, smiling contentedly.  The women all started their warbling screeches as Ebuka shifted the huge chair to one side and gestured behind her; Blair pissed himself in the dirt and went as white as a sheet as his smiling tormentor allowed him a view of his destiny. His leash was symbolically pulled tight by the laughing women as he viewed in the distance, a tall gallows with a silky white noose awaiting him.  He cried out in horror as Dominique lassoed his body and he was dragged screaming to the steps of the gallows by the three women. He was to be shown no mercy.  He was physically hoisted up the steps by the smiling women, who laughed and whipped him as they hauled him up. As the rest of the taunting crowd followed, the three young girls he had abused were moved to the front of the willing throng.

Blair’s ankles were bound, his wrists tied, and he was eagerly noosed by the party of women, who teased his cock to an erection as he trembled in fear. He had captured, abused and raped many women, some of whom will have undoubtedly met an early death on being sold to the first unscrupulous buyer.  Now Blair was to be shown no mercy and would pay with his life; this was justice and he would be served it with the great satisfaction of the women who now controlled his destiny.  He was not to be hooded; the women wanted him to see the mass smiles and applause as he was despatched, the crowd eagerly warbling as Ebuka climbed the steps with deliberation.  The supple and buxom women smiled warmly as she took Blair’s cock in her hand; though terrified, he could not help but feel the pleasure as he was stroked by the dominant African woman.  Try as he might he knew he would not be able to hold back for long; the woman clapped in time as Ebuka relentlessly and rhythmically worked his stiff cock, as Dominique took up the tension of the rope, relishing the moment that the trapdoor would swing.  Ebuka chuckled as Blair cried out as his imminent ejaculation was heralded; the women laughed at him, triggering the inevitable through his utter humiliation. The women screamed and jeered as his buttocks thrust forward in sweet ecstasy and he delivered his seed for the women. Ebuka brought forward his milky offering in a plentiful show; Blair looked down on the jeering laughing women and spent again and again as he realised this would be his last pleasure.  Ebuka smiled and taunted Blair as his cream dribbled down her silky brown hand.

“Now the women will have their ultimate pleasure of you; you have abused women and know that this is your just reward. You will now be despatched.”  She smiled and thrust the lever forward to a cacophony of warbles, jeers and applause. Blair felt the venom of the noose as it constricted his neck; he squirmed and jerked as the tight bindings squeezed his ankles and wrists, his sphincter tingled with fear as the realisation of his predicament was brought home by the noose squeezing the life from him. He managed to focus on the clapping smiling women rejoicing at his delivery, the three girls simply looked at him with a sense of satisfaction. He gasped and panted as he slowly went blue, the scent of the women in his nostrils as he passed out.  

Justice had been served.