Dolcett Enterprises -
Sample "Play" Scene

Introduction to the Dolcett Enterprise
and "Club X" proposition

THIS IS NOT A SNUFF SITE, but a professional, private role-playing and "scene" club for those interested in exploring the wilder themes of sexual submission/slavery in the extreme, bondage, domination and sado-masochism (BDSM) in a unique and safe fashion.


The Hanging Girls Of Dolcett

(In all my discussions with prospective Girls to stock the Club and hearing their own fantasies and desires, the majority have expressed an overwhelming desire to be strung up from a noose. In fact it is such a strong element of some Girls that I have appointed one "T." to be our Chief executionee. This little story is for her, and for all of you who want to know more about the Club's programme of entertainment.
                                                     Hallin)

The prisoner was kept on display in a square concrete cell. The outer wall of this cell was not the traditional solid wall and high window you might expect, but an iron window frame, occupying the whole wall and made of many small squares holding thick clear blocks of glass. In this way both the prisoner and the visiting guests and witnesses to the prisoner's execution could see each other.

For most of the guests this was as far as they could go, because only the wealthiest witnesses were entitled to taste the delicacy contained in the cell.

"T." was in the cell for her sins. Chained and naked she would have no rest for the night, because many men had bid for the privilege of enjoying her last few hours of living flesh.

One-by-one men would come, some to just fuck T. until they'd exhausted themselves, some to spank her arse raw then relieve their sex inside or on her. The queue of men waiting outside was long enough to guarantee that T wouldn't have a restful last night, not that it mattered to her visitors.

Hour after hour T was slapped, spanked, teased, pinched and abused for the pleasure of the guests. Her body became a raw, stretched filthy object to be treated as such by all those who entered the cell.

Eventually dawn began to approach and the guards allowed T a brief respite by hosing her body with a jet blast of water to clean her down before allowing her to dry herself and dress in the brief shirt and skirt allowed for minor public modesty at a Club execution.

Now dressed, and with a crowd of witnesses gathering outside, T's wrists were tied tightly behind her back, her upper arms also restrained to pull her shoulders back and lift the prominence of her young breasts under the tight shirt. Now ready, she was led into the next room where a narrow high wooden rail awaited. This room was the same style of her cell, with a full glass wall facing outside where the crowd were already gathered.

Without ceremony T was briskly bent face down over the rail, causing her skirt to rise and expose her already glowing arse. As she'd been positioned facing away from the glass wall the crowd could easily witness her exposure and the punishment that followed.

This was administered by the wealthiest guest who'd bid for the privilege of flogging T. Taking his time, the gentleman tapped her arse lightly to mark his target, then, drawing his arm far back, he delivered the first of the fifty strokes that were her punishment.

Crack! Slowly. Crack! The sound snapped around the room and echoed outside. T's own moans added to the effect and enhanced everyone's experience, many guests crying "Harder, kill the bitch!" But the guest was a well-experienced and patient administrator of punishment and knew how to inflict the most severe damage without killing the prisoner.

After the fifty strokes were done the guest asked to relieve himself, and was permitted to take T's arse for a final pleasure. He took his time ramming himself deep into T's body, slamming her hard against the rough wooden rail.

When the guest was finished T was led out into the cool high courtyard and across to the high wooden gallows. With a tight grip on her arm T was pushed up the bare wood steps of the gallows by one of the guards, only the creak of the timber to break the silence in the crowd. Standing on the gallows T had her final few moments to look down on the crowd until the executioner pulled the black hood down over her head.

Inside the hood T was suddenly cut off from the world, only her muffled breathing in the darkness as she felt the noose dropped over her head and tightened up around her throat.

Looking up at the prisoner the crowd took bets on how long she'd last. They all knew that the executioner had a few tricks with the ropes to ensure that a good hanging could be made to last a very long time. Some thought ten minutes, some even suggested forty minutes, taking into account the stoic way T had received the flogging.

With a pat on T's arse the executioner pulled the lever and T dropped, her feet kicking on air in her "death dance".

As far as the Club was concerned T was nothing more than meat now, the executioner briskly tore the shirt off and the skirt down, throwing the clothing aside and tossing a bundle of whips into the crowd.

The lucky ones who seized the opportunity were soon "tenderising" the meat to the point where its flesh was stripped raw and red with all its cuts, burns and slashes. T lasted thirty-eight minutes.

The Hanging Girls of Dolcett Hanging, Suspension, Execution

The END.


 

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