kingQUEENdom of domina.
part 5: Leanne’s Ascention
Around six that night, a half dozen of Queen Seanna's body guards who had attended the executions and massacre that day, came running to Leanne's mansion.
One of Leanne's personal body guards came running in to announce the arrival of Seanna's guards.
"What do they want?" Leanne asked.
"They wouldn't say except that it had something to do with Queen Seanna. They said it was most urgent. A few of them are crying," said the guard.
Leanne suddenly became worried.
"See them in! Hurry!" she exclaimed.
The six guards stood before Leanne. Some of them were weeping. Leanne addressed herself to the head guard.
"You have news of the Queen? What is it?"
"Terrible news, Leanne. Her highness is ... is dead ...!"
The female physician who had examined the Queen's body told Leanne the startling news that the monarch had died from ingestion of poison.
"What? But how? Who?" asked Leanne in amazement.
The physician sighed heavily.
"By her own hand, apparently. One of her guards found this note," said the doctor.
She handed Leanne a folded piece of paper. Leanne read the note.
Leanne was thunderstruck. But while she had always admired Seanna, it was not sadness she now felt for the dead queen, but rather a carefully hidden, but selfish elation that she now was the undisputed leader of the kingdom. And while she knew that all the females of Domina knew she would one day succeed Seanna to the throne, it had never dawned on Leanne that it would come so soon. At that moment, Leanne could have laughed out loud, but she didn't of course.
Leanne told the doctor,
"This note will be destroyed. Swear to me your oath of loyalty that no one will ever know that she died from suicide. Such a death implies weakness and that is something women of Domina must never feel. Frankly, I am rather shocked to know that Queen Seanna was so weak."
"But the women of Domina will want to know HOW she died," stated the physician.
"Oh, we'll tell them she was poisoned all right," said Leanne, a mischievous smile coming over her face.
"But by whom?" the doctor asked.
"Why doctor, I'm surprised at you. Don't you know that Domina has a limitless supply of scapegoats? They are called ... males," chuckled Leanne.
"Ahhh, yes!" beamed the physician.
"You see, even though we of Domina need absolutely no excuse to torture and kill the subspecies, it is important to keep our hatred of men alive and well. Fuel for a good cause, you might say," said Leanne, still grinning.
"You are going to make one helluva new leader for Domina!" the physician complemented Leanne. "Better I might add, than even Queen Seanna was."
"Thank you," said Leanne, still grinning. "Now tell me, doctor, how do you feel about eating your new leader's pussy?"
"You got it!" chuckled the physician.
Leanne announced the Queen's death over the televised TV broadcast. She announced that there would be a week of mourning for the slain monarch. In two weeks, it was time for the gala celebration of coronating the new leader.
Appearing outdoors on a raised platform, she addressed the entire city's population of women, except for those assigned to guard the men in the compounds. Those given such duty had to be content with listening to their beloved new leader on the radio.
Appearing in a shiny black PVC jump-suit, Leanne enjoyed the tumultuous cheers and applause that greeted her from the crowd of women as she mounted the platform to speak to them. Raising her hands for silence, the hubbub soon died down. As usual, Leanne's acceptance speech was as delightfully profane and bloodthirsty as so many others she had given ... qualities that had endeared her to the sadistic ways of the female population of Domina.
"First of all, for those few of you who will be attending my luau banquet tonight as a final wrap-up to today's festivities, let me assure you that you will find this evening's meal a wonderful treat. We will be roasting two 'pigs'. But these pigs are from the lowly species we know as 'male'. Heh! Heh! These pigs are the same two that killed our beloved Queen a few weeks ago. These two mother-fucking cock-suckers will be our main meal tonight!"
This brought wild cheering and thunderous applause from the women.
"For those of you who do not know, the pigs who killed our Queen never escaped. With the evidence gathered that proved their fucking guilt, they were found and taken right from the fucking compound in which they lived. We have discovered that while two of the pigs did the actual killing that it was indeed, a conspiracy of six other men. These six others will also be at our party tonight ... as ... shall we say ... 'special guests'!" Leanne grinned wickedly.
Leanne stopped a minute to light herself a cigarette while the women in the audience laughed and applauded. Leanne continued with her speech.
"Before we women came into power and gave the inferior species more suitable names like 'slave', 'pig' or 'cock-sucker' ..."
The women laughed again.
"... They were known in earlier times as simply ... 'men'."
There were boos and catcalls at the mention of the name from the crowd.
"Ancient history tells us that in days of old, some of these MEN, as they were called, actually distinguished themselves by practicing what we love so much ... EVIL. Then, 'Evil' was something bad and looked upon, especially by cock-sucking Christians, as something to be eliminated. Today, of course, we, the women of Domina, and many other societies just like ours, love EVIL. It is our fucking way of life ... we glorify it and pay bloody homage to it."
More cheering from the crowd ...
"Back in the days before MEN lost their balls," ...
Loud guffaws from the crowd ...
"... notable names sprang up through history such as Jack the Ripper, Adolf Hitler, the Son of Sam, the Night Stalker, and a particular favorite of mine, Jeffrey Dahmer."
"... And let us not forget those wonderful men who were responsible for the
nuclear holocaust without which we women would not be in the positions we are
in today. But that is all in the past. Long ago, a past never to be returned.
xxxx"You may have heard of other kingdoms in this world of ours today in which MEN are starting to be tolerated again as 'Equals' . Such a notion is a plague and a blight upon our future if we let such a notion grow. Here in Domina, men will always be what they are today ... slaves, sex objects for OUR enjoyment only — and for food!"
More wild cheering.
"As you know, when women of our blood-lust lifestyle settled this area 150 years ago, the kingdom was known by the cutesy title of Borden, named after ancient history's Lizzie Borden, the woman who supposedly murdered her mother and father with an ax. You can still see her statue, holding that bloody ax, standing in our plaza. Well, I for one, think that 'Borden' was a dull name for our society. A more appropriate name was soon chosen for the kingdom, "Domina", and so it has remained ever since ..."
Cheers and applause from the crowd.
"I will instill many changes as your new leader. One of these will be the elimination of the title, 'Queen'. Henceforth, I will take the title that has served our kingdom for so many years ... I will be referred to simply as 'Domina, leader of this Queendom'."
Through the ranks of women listening to Leanne's speach, a chant swelled,
"Also," Leanne continued, "we will have something new ... something our kingdom has never had before ... a flag."
Excited voices murmured amongst the crowd.
"I have designed this banner myself. I now have the honor of presenting it to you ..."
Leanne nodded and two guards on the platform with her unrolled the flag and held it up for all to see. The crowd exploded into thunderous applause, cheering with standing ovations.
The flag was made of shiny black leather. Printed on it was a realistic portrayal of a man's decapitated head being held by a slender female hand, gripping the hair. The eyes of the head bulged and the tongue protruded from its blood-drooling mouth. Blood was also shown dripping from the severed neck of the head. In the top left hand corner painted in a bright red that appeared to bleed, was a large, capital letter "D".
"The leather fabric of the flag, and the logo of the severed head depict what our society is all about," said Leanne.
She then took a drag on her cigarette. Exhaling the smoke, she went on,
"I will increase the frequency of our hunting expeditions. I want a greater
number of male 'pigs' captured and brought in ... more males means more
slaves, more slaves means less work and more entertainment for us.
xxxx"I want an increase in the production of more male cum for us to drink. I want to see even more fucking male blood running in the fucking gutters of our streets, I want to see even more god-damned severed heads decorating our city. I want to see more severed cocks hanging around the necks of we, the superior animal."
More wild cheering.
"Finally, I will be instituting mandatory worship of Satana, our Evil Goddess Supreme. Homage to her superiority over the Pig God of the Christians will be paid with the spilling of blood ... blood and more BLOOD!"
The crowd of females went wild. The cheering and applause and ovations went on for a full ten minutes. When the noise died down, Leanne said,
"And now, I will take questions."
Many of the women in the crowd raised their hands. When Leanne would choose one, the woman with the particular question would be handed a cordless microphone.
"Queen Leanne ... I mean ... Domina Leanne," the woman said, grinning with
embarrassment as others laughed at the mistake, "Do you plan to now move into
Seanna's castle, now that she is gone and do you plan to erect any monuments
in her honor?"
Xxxx"Yes, to the second part of your question. There will be a monument erected on her behalf. As to your first question," said Leanne, "I have been in Seanna's castle many times as you know ... sometimes on business and sometimes for ... sleep-overs ..." Leanne grinned wickedly and the women laughed.
Xxxx"... And for various other activities such as her annual birthday bashes. With all due respect to her memory, I will not be moving into her castle. While her home is much larger than mine, I consider mine better. My home has an even eerier quality that appeals to me better.
xxxx"Plus, I have a better equipped dungeon and torture chamber as many of you know. I have plans to make the Queen's castle a museum. What I plan to display in this museum will be revealed later. As for the monument I mentioned that will be built in her honor, I will sponsor the main making of a statue in her likeness which will be placed in a patio-like setting in front of her castle."
More cheers and clapping, but only scattered. It was plain to see that the majority of women loved Leanne more than they had their own Queen. Another questioner was given the microphone when Leanne picked her out of the crowd.
"Do you plan to name a successor to your rule in the untimely event of your death?"
Leanne chuckled at the question.
"No. I do not intend to die!" she said.
Again, the crowd laughed.
"Seriously, I have not yet decided that. But I will."
The next questioner asked Leanne,
"While the numbers are still very few, I have noticed somewhat of an increase of overweight and obese women within our society. Would you care to comment?"
"These kinds of women are eating too many men, obviously!"
More laughter from the crowd.
"No, seriously. I am glad you asked this question for I too, have noticed this in our society and I don't mind telling you, I do not like it. In fact, I have already given it some thought and I think it is time to put this problem to an end. There's only one thing worse than a fat female and that's a fat Pig-male."
"I want a society made up entirely of hot looking women, where I can, at random, choose any female I want off the streets to eat my luscious pussy. Therefore, I hereby instate, from this day forward, that females who allow themselves to get fat, shall be banished from our society. For those of you who are overweight now, I have only one thing to say about your fucking weight problem ... lose it, or face the fucking consequences!"
More applause and cheers. But a few of the fat women in the crowd looked ashamed and dejected.
"I want a society of fit women," Leanne said, "This of course does not include smoking. As you know, the one-time dangers of smoking cigarettes has been completely eliminated with the invention of an inoculation which each of we females received as young women to prevent any and all type of cancers, heart and lung diseases from ever occurring in any one of us. So, smoke away, if you wish, as I do."
Leanne then accepted one more question.
"Domina Leanne, as you know, strict forbiddance of the killing of male children was implemented by Queen Seanna. Will there be any change in this law?"
"Ah. Good question," said Leanne. "I've thought about this for a long time.
And I was tempted to repeal that law, but as I thought more about it, the more
I saw the wisdom in the law. As you know the forbiddance of torturing or
killing male children is not a law born out of any love for them.
xxxx"Satana forbid! The law was implemented as practicality. We must always have a large, overly abundant supply of male adults to torture and kill as well as doing all the work that frees us females to have fun in our lives. Sometimes, hunting expeditions are not as fruitful in bringing back to our society an ample supply of male adults.
xxxx"Hence, allowing male children to grow up into adulthood would I think, be the better part of judgment, and so, in answering your question, the answer is yes, male children will be left free from harm in our society. I think it is torture enough for them to have nightmares that they too will someday grow up to be adults and hence suffer the consequences at our hands."
Leanne now made her closing statements.
"My closing statements will be short and to the point. I think you will find living in Domina, under my leadership, will be more fun than ever. For we females, that is! As for the male slaves, watch out, Pigs! If you think life was hell for you under Queen Seanna, you ain't seen nothin' yet, cock-suckers!"
The crowd of women laughed once again.
"I will be sponsoring the women in our scientific research labs to devise ever new ways to torture the males in our society. And though it has been kept quite secret up to now, I can tell you now that those dedicated women scientists are on the verge of a fantastic new break-through that will allow all women to never age and keep their young and youthful appearances all their lives."
This news brought a hub-bub of excitement amongst the crowd of women.
"In conclusion, I have this to say. You, the women of Domina are the foundations of a new world order that must spread to other societies all over the entire earth. Glory in your evil ways and bring great honor to our goddess Satana. Have fun always and wallow in the blood and guts of the sub-species known as 'Males'!"
Leanne was greeted with a thunderous burst of applause, cheers and ovations. Leanne stepped back from the podium and a guard, bearing the same skull and vertebrae crown that Leanne herself had made for Queen Seanna. The guard placed the crown on the head of the new leader in her crotchless jump-suit.
Bearing the crown on her head, Leanne now grinned and stepped forward, opening her arms wide to accept the wild, cheering accolades of her subjects.
The crowning was only a symbolic ceremony. Though Leanne loved the looks of the crown, she personally thought it very uncomfortable. She now removed the crown and placed it on a red velvet pillow that another guard held. A white wicker chair was now set on stage for Leanne to sit in. The white chair contrasted sharply to the black PVC suit that Leanne was wearing.
The podium was removed and another female guard, bearing a cordless microphone, now addressed the crowd.
"For those of you who are new to the kingdom of Domina, you are about to
witness a real treat. I see many of these new faces in the crowd even as I
speak. Many of you come from other female-dominated societies that keep adult
males as slaves but who have as yet, not taken these males to their ultimate
xxxx"Those of you who are new will find Domina literally drenched in the blood and gore of male slaves, as it should be. You new additions to our kingdom will soon discover just how much fun there is in torturing and killing these hapless miscreants.
xxxx"The spectacle you are now about to witness will give you an idea of what Domina is TRULY all about. As we present you this spectacle, in honor of our new leader, Leanne, watch, learn and enjoy! Okay girls, bring him in!" the announcer called.
They dragged the man up onto the stage and the female crowd below cheered. The poor little man thrashed helplessly, trying to break free of the grinning, leather-clad women who held onto him.
"Whoa! Hold onto him, girls! Looks like you've got a really LIVE one there! For the time being anyway!" the announcer laughed.
Katty, one of Leanne's two personal bodyguards now sat at Leanne's feet on the stage floor. Leanne stroked the girl's hair as if she were a pet.
"Ladies of Domina ... meet Richard!" the announcer said to the crowd,
grinning wickedly as she waved an arm toward the terrified, thrashing man.
Xxxx"Whatsa' matter, Richard? Scared to die?" the announcer chuckled in the microphone to the doomed man.
"Kill the little Shit! Make him fucking suffer!" one of the women in the crowd called out.
"Hey, Fucker! Wanna suck my snatch before you die?" another young woman called out in the crowd to Richard.
Those in the crowd who heard the statement roared with laughter.
"Please! Please, for God's sake, don't hurt me!" the horrified man screamed out loudly.
"Oooooh. Did you hear that, Ladies of Domina? He just did a REAL no-no in Domina. He just mentioned the cock-sucking Christian God that we all hate so much! Ahhhhh. Listen to the little fucker beg for his life. Ahhhhh. Isn't that cute?" mocked the announcer.
"AHHHHHHHHH," mocked a chorus of female voices from the crowd below.
The announcer now introduced the executioner for this event. It turned out to be the same gorgeous brunette that had stimulated Leanne so sexually at Queen Seanna's last birthday bash ... the one who had so thoroughly gutted the man ... and enjoyed doing it. Leanne's eyes now lit up with lascivious fascination. This woman turned her on like no other!
The executioner was wearing black leather biker's garb ... shiny black leather pants and jacket, black leather boots, gloves and a biker's cap. Completing her hot look was a dark pair of shades over her eyes and a freshly lit cigarette dangling from her sensuous lips. The leather-drenched guard went to work right away on the victim. While the two, grinning, leather-clad guards held tightly to the man's outstretched arms, the sensuous executioner began burning the man all over with her lighted cigarette.
The man screamed and thrashed even more violently to the enjoyment of the crowd who all laughed as they watched him being tortured. The executioner burned him everywhere with her cigarette ... on his nipples, chest, stomach, the cheeks of his face and then, gripping the base of his cock in her leather-gloved hand, she applied the hot end of her cigarette to the mushroomed head of his dick, chuckling as she held it there in the piss-slit.
Blowing one slow mouthful of smoke into the man's face, the executioner now placed the cigarette back between her lips and turned to face the female crowd below. She pulled out a large Bowie knife from the sheath on her belt and held it up high for everyone in the crowd to see. The excited crowd cheered and applauded.
The executioner now turned back around to face the man. Gripping a gloved handful of the man's curly locks, she held his head in place and showed him the knife, twisting it slowly in front of his terrified face. She ran the flat part of the blade across his cheeks to increase his terror. The man began to scream but his screaming was cut short with a loud gasp when the executioner now used the blade of the knife to cut him slowly across the chest, horizontally. The blood oozed down from the slit in his chest to cover his quivering stomach. What happened now was a master-piece of stomach-churning horror. While the two guards holding onto the man chuckled, the knife-wielding executioner began a slow frenzy of slitting, slicing and stabbing, all over the man's body.
The gorgeous executioner in black leather grinned wickedly around the cigarette in her lips as she worked the man over good with the knife. She stabbed him in the stomach, sides and arms, and even stabbed him deep in his armpits. With each slow, sensuous stab, the poor man grunted and gasped in pain. She began to slice his arms now. Blood poured down his slashed arms to cover the leather-gloved hands of the two grinning guards holding onto him.
Grabbing the man again by his hair to hold his head still, the executioner chuckled again around the cigarette in her lips as she sliced his face slowly, diagonally, from the corner of his forehead, down across the bony bridge of his nose and down across his left cheek.
All this blood action was making Leanne horny.
"Allllriiiiight!" she moaned appreciatively.
She then told Katty at her feet to service her snatch. Leanne spread her PVC-clad legs so Katty could bury her face into Leanne's shaved crotch. Katty held onto the top of her leader's legs as she began to lick and suck on Leanne's hot, dripping pussy.
The executioner was now using the fingers of one leather-gloved hand to dig the tongue from the doomed man's mouth. She held onto his tongue with one hand ... the tongue, engorged with blood, made a slight popping sound as the executioner used her other hand, bearing the knife, to slice into it. She sliced the bloody tongue right out of the man's mouth and then threw it on the stage floor where she ground it hard under the sole of her leather boot.
The man grunted as the executioner stabbed him again, deep in his belly,
Another slice here and another slice there. Another deep stabbing. And another. And yet, another! She cut the man's dick off and stuffed it deep into the man's blood gushing mouth. She then stabbed him deep in his abdomen and stepped back to chuckle as the man vomited forth a gush of blood from his mouth, along with his own, severed dick, to splash down on the stage. Leanne was laughing and the crowd was cheering at all this blood-spilling. Leanne now lit herself a smoke as she watched and Katty continued to lick her cum-oozing pussy.
The executioner now began to gut the dying man. With her knife buried to the hilt in his abdomen, she began slicing upward with the knife, puffing clouds of smoke into the dying man's bleeding face from around the cigarette in her lips. Then came the wet, blood-soaked, gurgling sounds up from his chest to his throat ... a signal that he was about to die.
As the man's steaming hot intestines began pushing out of the slit made in his abdomen, the executioner finished the coup de grace with a slow, deep slice across his throat. The guards holding onto the man let go and he fell, face first, to the floor of the stage, splattering in a pool of blood.
Wild cheering erupted from the crowd. The guards that had been holding onto the man as he was tortured and then butchered, began to lick up all the blood from their leather-gloved hands.
The executioner who had killed the man now straddled her booted feet on each side of the man's body. Her leather clothing squeaked as she bent over to finish her gruesome work. Planting one boot in the small of the dead man's back, she grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled his head back as far as it would go, opening the gash in his throat wider so it would gush out even more blood onto the floor.
The woman then reached under the head with her knife and positioned the blade of the knife back into the slit of his blood-belching throat. Puffing on the cigarette which she kept between her lips, she began to slowly cut the man's head off. It was a bloody mess as she tugged on the man's head by his hair while slicing the knife back and forth through the remainder of the man's blood-gushing throat.
When the head was finally severed from the body, the executioner held it up high by its hair for all to see. She now raised her other arm, hand still clutching the bloody knife, in victory. The crowd of women below went wild with cheering and gave the executioner standing ovations. Leanne's pussy was now literally gushing cum into Katty's opened mouth. Katty gulped Leanne's hot love juices down her throat as fast as she could. Leanne exhaled a slow mouthful of cigarette smoke and chuckled.
The leather-drenched executioner now placed the decapitated head, with its eyes still bulging, onto a silver tray. She then carried the tray, bearing the head, to Leanne, sat it down at Leanne's feet and bowed to the new leader.
Leanne nodded her approval,
"This is twice now that you have turned me on with your bloody skills," Leanne complemented the hot looking woman. "If anyone could succeed me in the future, you'd be the one I chose," Leanne added.
"I find the torture and killing of men to be sexually arousing, Domina," the executioner said with a wicked grin as she removed her dark shades and eyed Leanne lasciviously from head to foot.
"Come to my party tonight so I can eat your shit," Leanne said.
Her own eyes wandered lustfully over the beautiful figure in black leather that stood before her.
"You would so honor me, Domina?" the executioner asked with a slightly wicked grin.
"Yes. In more ways than one. As you have honored me this day," Leanne told her. "By the way, I didn't catch your name when the announcer told the crowd. "What is it?"
"Candice, Domina. My name is Candice," said the woman.