Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had seen the male member of the English gentry now before them, soundly whipped whilst in feminised guise at the opera house, his humiliation exquisite in being made to show the pathetic level of his submissive desire, oh so easily.
Their eyes had Horace's erection maintain its rigidity as he stumbled on his knees across the lawn, the hardened earth adding to the punitive atmosphere, which the sneers and contemptuous looks of the applauding women made so vivid. Double leashed once more, Horace struggled to keep pace, even with the slow and deliberate steps of Greta and Eva, proudly accepting the eager applause of the women, as they basked in the rich eroticism of the pageant. Standing tall in their full length black silk cloaks, their eyes peeped through black masks to reveal their haughty pride at bringing the male to know the pinnacle of submission, on what would be a very special day for him, and Gerda.
Their leashes led down to the shuffling and already penitent figure that was Horace, his eyes peeping out through the eye-holes in the white silk hood, showing the awe which was gratefully received by the onlooking women, his wrists tethered behind the short white silk shroud, which allowed the full viewing of his excited masculinity. His laboured motion had his cock wave its pink bell high, aided by the generously wide anal plug which stimulated his prostate with every twist, the stretching of his anus invoking the feeling of fear which he'd soon have good reason to feel in earnest.
The clamour and proximity of the women, in their spiteful intent to show their utter contempt and desire to taunt, kept the crouching Horace from having a full view of what lay ahead. He was awarded the pompous sneers of Frau Luckner, a fur stole adorning the shoulders of the tightly dressed woman, despite the warmth of the day, and the contemptuous delight of Frau Gessler, whose nipples poked in perfect profile through the tight black leather dress she wore, her sexual excitement so evident in accompanying the feminine bulges of her mature shape. His cock pulsed at seeing the magnificently bulbous redhead, whose instrument of punishment had more than helped in seeing him to the humiliation of spending in defeat the night before; her lustful sneer into his eyes, confirming her recognition of that deed, and her sexual pleasure in the belittlement of him.
He could not see Prudence however, but his mind didn't linger on that absence, as neither could he see Gerda, and a rush of submissive excitement soon took his mind to a peak of masochistic awe, the women parting to allow him a view of what was to come, as he was tugged and taunted toward the object on which the women lusted to see him displayed. The perfectly manicured lawn opened up before him, and there stood the stark and gaunt gallows in teasing profile, the taunting noose seeming to beckon him. A smiling Gerda, the sun making her blonde hair glow, stood tall beside the ominous structure, her long legs displayed in black seamed stockings, perched upon tall heels, black panties and a tight black chiffon top freely illustrating her ample breasts beneath it. A long whip which marked her feminine authority, trailed from her side.
Beneath the hanging noose, and either side of a stool below it, stood the youthful Lotte and Heidi, in tight black gym knickers and pale brown singlet tops, which their pert breasts lifted as they sighed in anticipation on seeing his approach. Their attire was a uniform adopted by many young ladies of the time, both having seen Leni Riefenstahl's 'Triumph of the Will' many times, Heidi, more times than she could count; they, like so many others, were being swept along on a tide of youthful enthusiasm through fitness, most still blind to the horrors that lay behind the regime that perpetrated it. Heidi was well aware of the darker intentions of that regime however; unknown to Gerda, she'd been party to Frau Blum's departure in passing on information about her, and took explicit pleasure in the baiting of individuals through the not so covert group she was a member of. Her pleasure at the opportunity of torturing a male member of the English ruling class, with the blessing of her Mistress, brought her sadism to an acute peak.
Horace delighted the women by faltering at the sight of the gallows, his gasp of fearful awe audible, as he was confronted by the reality of what was to happen. Their spiteful pleasure intensified on seeing the necessary tugs on the leashes from Greta and Eva, in urging him on, the wafting black silks complementing the vista of the gallows. His reluctance did not spoil the erotic majesty of their task, but somehow enhanced it, the wistful smiles of the two female lovers, showing that his fear had brought their arousals to a lusty head. Greta's cunt oozed with sadistic excitement below the softness of the silk as she felt the tension on the leash, this was her opportunity to vent her spite on masculinity; she'd seen mature men reduced to tears at this point, and lusted to see him do the same. Horace felt the jerks on the leash as his erection pulsed in a quandary of fear and masochistic excitement, and looked up to see her smile wickedly through the mask.
"Come now... you'll not escape it, just look at the unified enthusiasm of the women at seeing your humiliation, you'll be dragged to the noose if necessary... I'm going to thoroughly enjoy seeing your spirit broken on the rope, and you'd best hope that the whim of Frau Blucher doesn't result in you remaining in this garden permanently, as many other men have..." Eva's commanding jerk on her leash, superseded Greta's, emphasising her mutual lust to see the male broken, and enjoy multiple orgasms at his expense when in the caress of Greta's entwinement later, as they recounted the spiteful pleasures of their triumph over a male.
Horace's anus clenched hard, and attempted to dilate against the restrictive girth of the plug in rapid succession, as his awkward and stumbling procession took him ever closer to the focus of the goading women's desire, Gerda grinning wickedly and flicking the whip playfully as she awaited the pleasure of seeing him humiliated in a way other than that which was apparent to his eyes, her cunt tingling with a lush urgency on viewing the extraordinary fervour of her feminine guests, who knew this was a very special shaming... and the cowering of Horace as he was made to kneel by the stool at the feet of the two spiteful young women; this was to be a most satisfying and triumphal hanging indeed.
Horace bucked on his knees below the noose, thrusting his cock to the air as he was overcome by the aura of what was to happen, the laughter of the women as he showed his acute sexual desire to be shamed before womanhood, honing his emotions into a tumult of fear and raw masochistic pleasure at being humiliated. Not seeing Prudence, he now dared believe he was to remain in that garden as per Greta's cruel suggestion, and the notion had him close to spending his seed as Gerda sneered down at him. She gave a lustrous sigh, and whisked away his hood, allowing him the shame of full exposure to his feminine audience.
