Eartha and Hansa had also become lustily aroused by the sordid spectacle of justice being served upon the male, in the ultimate and permanent reward of the rope. They had drawn as close to the writhing and generally unruly mob of mostly women, who had also known further arousal on seeing that punishment had been served upon the murderer by a hangwoman, rather than a hangman, adding extra spice to the penitent's just and duly deserved reward of the rope for crimes against femininity.
Bound and gagged, lain across the mule, Nilok had been treated to a delightfully submissive panorama of proceedings, his bare arse having been slapped and whipped playfully by many of the women having witnessed refreshing justice against masculinity, many of those women now awoken to the desire to own a submissive slave. Nilok's destiny at the auction, was now apparent as he lay helplessly between the two smiling and stern women whose apparel told the womenfolk, they were travelling women who made their living in the capture of wayward masculinity in need of feminine discipline. Eartha smiled at the many furtive glances their prize received from the eyes of women older and younger than themselves, slender, buxom, well to do, or simply getting by... they all had a similar lust in their eyes on viewing Nilok after such a delightful aperitif.
"See how they view you my slave?... they'll masturbate over what they've seen this evening, and will have you in mind too... we'll see many more than we expected at your sale tomorrow!" Hansa noted the sheen of Eartha's brunette hair a ruby red and looking extra resplendent in the sunlight with the hanged male as a backdrop, invigorated by the situation, as was the blonde too.
"It seems fate has been kind to us for once Eartha, we came at just the right time it seems..." She looked down at the bound wretch, wriggling in an arousal of his own as his arse continued to receive the spiteful attentions of passing women, her smile edged with a sneer.
"...and I wonder if fate will be kind to our slave tomorrow... though I've seen some very sadistic looking women here today!" Nilok humped at the leather clad flank of the mule, erect in submissive thought as the three left the scene, the setting sun having the remaining ghoulish women savour the long shadow cast by the gallows, rope, and corpse of a criminal male who'd known the just and ultimate defeat at the hands of femininity. The two horsewomen pondered outside an inn whose sign swung playfully in the breeze, whilst Hansa dipped into a pouch to check finances. She smirked ironically as she jerked her steed forward and smiled at Eartha.
"Perhaps we'll try a less prominent residence tonight, I'm in need of some liquid refreshments, and there are cheaper residences at the back of the village." Eartha smiled back knowingly.
"Indeed Hansa, let's be frugal, tomorrow we can be squanderous..." She glanced up at the windows of the inn as they passed it.
"...and all the rooms with a view of today's proceedings will have been taken up long ago, anyhow!" The two laughed as Nilok was jostled along, both with thoughts of the sighs and ecstasies going on behind those windows.
From a window on the upper floor of that very inn that the two roguish women passed, stared wistfully the buxom Bella, the sun setting behind the grim vista of the apparatus of punishment and the excited milling of mainly feminine citizens about it, distracting her attention from the male strapped over a mule and being transported below... fate assuring once more, that Nilok's desperation from his true mistress was to continue for at least a little longer.
The women having secured lodgings, both were anxious to make good use of Nilok on his final night with them, he soon finding his nose and tongue caressing the brunette tufted slot of Eartha's aroused cunt, the scent and taste bringing his cock to a submissive rigidity, along with the extra stimulation of being bound at hand and foot, in order to prevent any escape when the two slept after being sexually sated. Though aroused himself and already longing to come, as the two turned him to lay face upward, Eartha smothering his face whilst Hands stropped his cock, his underlying thoughts were of the fear of being sold to one of the many women who may have come to the village from the seething metropolis of Femina Bastia... a return there would no doubt see the end of him.
Any great fear of the future soon left him, as the scent and tastes of Eartha's cunt and deliciously seasoned anal pucker consumed him, whilst Hansa's rhythmic movement and sighing as she rode his cock, had him test his bonds in masochistic pleasure, his mind imagining being sold to a mistress, old and fat, and as sadistic as the bitch who'd first caned him as an adult slave all those years ago. With his mind firmly on being sold into slavery at the whims of some as yet unknown woman, his seed burst into Hansa's cunt, as both she and Eartha moaned into orgasms themselves, dreaming of the money he'd make them.
After a night of fitful sleep in bondage, Nilok found himself being led out naked on a leash on foot after a meagre breakfast, his feminine captors suggesting he needed sustenance, as it may be a long day, but he also needed to look 'hungry' and therefore more appealing to prospective buyers... which they hoped would happen rapidly, rather than his being withdrawn and shown again, when lesser bids were offered. They also chose to walk him through the town, its main square, and through to the auction ground, set on the green just past the gallows, the idea being that he might encounter the eyes of women partial to a nicely submissive slave.
Duly walked out by women whose taut whips showed all that he was indeed their property, and under their complete control, Nilok was paraded in shame as the submissive male he was, toward the auction area, the swift and sharp notes of the two spitefully opportunistic female rogues, pepping the already aroused thoughts of many women, already sexually aroused by the spectacle of masculine defeat on the rope the day before, those with dominant tendencies - and there were many amongst them - finding the thought of owning an obviously naturally submissive male, whose erection at being teased with those whips - a delicious prospect indeed. A bulbous woman with a pertly sincere sneer, eyed him, then turned to the whip wielding pair.
"Is he for the slave market?" Hansa acknowledged the woman with a smug grin, amplifying her voice so to have as many of the throng of women they were passing, hear what she had to say.
"Oh yes indeed Madam!... and he'll serve any woman who purchases him, in absolute obedience!" Nilok's cock pulsed high, as he took in the array of femininity now viewing him with lusting eyes, some nursing whips of their own by their sides, and having come from villages elsewhere, drawn in by the hanging and now intent on purchasing a fresh male - the feminine authorities running the town, having arranged the hanging the day before the slave auction, knowing the spice of the event would draw many reasonably wealthy and pompously dominant matriarchs, who might well arrange mock executions of their own upon worthless male slaves purchased... some of which would inevitably go too far.
Nilok's erection was not help by the sneering and contented looks of women whose eyes went between he, and the hanged wretch who still dangled in a display of his having received the deserved justice of womanhood for murder, which had been righteous, but also excitingly vengeful in the eyes of many. They leered at Nilok's poking manhood with a contempt which was just as righteous, on his crossing the square toward the green beyond, and the fate of to whom he'd be enslaved to at the auction area beyond that, the shadow of the hanged male cast in it's direction, taking his foreboding - and his own masochistic excitement - to new depths.
From a window above, in an inn which faced the gallows, a figure sighed as she rubbed her cunt on covertly viewing the pert and open pleasures of women, as they viewed the hanging wretch whose cock now hung limp and impotent, as he twirled on the rope which had served correction upon him. The mute girl Davina, had been subjected to the rude mishandling of bold males in the past, and it was with this in mind, that she nursed her clitoris, thoroughly enjoying the stimulus of a view which she wished upon those males. As she came, wholesomely, her gasps of sweet ecstasy were then curtailed at orgasm's end, by gasps of another kind, and a futile attempt to raise a voice she never could, on seeing a familiar figure led naked below. Nilok!
