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PUNISHMENT 120 – Part
6, intermission
It was just gone 5pm on a
lovely warm Arizona evening, eight hours after the start of P-120, when two
medical members of the Punishment Park squad wheeled out a hospital-style
gurney, removed cockslut Jason from his bonds, placed
him face down on the gurney and wheeled him away for treatment.
Della knew that his wounds
would be expertly seen to, so the lad could be presentable for his caning the
next day. Soon, she knew, she would have to attend the traditional Punishment
Park post-filming cocktail party, but first she went
to the camera crew’s large room.
There, the contents of the
three cameras had been sent electronically to Sex Sinema’s
New Los Angeles headquarters. In actuality, the production experts at “Sin
City” had the technical ability to plug directly into the three cameras as they
were filming and make suggestions as to what type of shots they wanted.
But Della told them never to
interrupt her girls as they filmed. She liked to be in charge, and she also
liked her camerawomen to be able to film a scenario without being bothered by
some snooty “I know better” director back at headquarters.
Those in power at Sex Sinema knew better than to argue with Della. She was the
superstar of the biggest-watched show on the sex channel and they knew it was
not wise to incur her wrath. They butted out of the filming for P-120 shoots.
But not minutes after all
the wonderful pictures taken of Jason’s flogging had been received, than Della
had a call on her vid phone from her director.
Della placed the phone on
the table, and the camerawomen, sound girl and Karla looked at the pretty
features of the program’s director, the flashing-eyed black beauty Condy Conty. The
busty bitch, wearing a black leather playsuit that accentuated her 40DD boobs,
smiled at the assembled crew.
“Another great program, by
the looks of it,” she drawled, lighting a cigarette and blowing a steady plume
of blue towards the air conditioning extractors in her New Los Angeles office.
“I have to say that the boy
is perfect for a P-120. Only 18 and SO strong,” said Condy
Conty. “I can’t wait till the caning program,” said
the 30-year-old with the close-cropped crewcut, a
sign in the New United States of America in 2077 that she was a woman who
preferred Sapphic sex.
“He’s fuckin’
great, isn’t he?” agreed Della, pulling off her black satin, open-nippled bra and stepping out of her crotchless
panties.
“I think he’s gonna be great when we’ve got him strapped over the
flogging horse. And I’ve got a little surprise planned for that show, Condy.”
The dark-haired beauty
inhaled on her cigarette again. “You and your surprises will be the death of me
– it’s nothing that’s gonna get us in trouble with
the censorship board, is it?”
Della smiled. “No, of course
not, and anyway when did the censorship board ever
take a case against the Punishment 120 show?”
asked the famous presenter.
“Point taken, but for chrissakes don’t go and kill the slut,” said Condy, “we’re still up to our ears in complaints after that
piss-ducking punishment show went pear-shaped.”
Della reached out to switch
her director’s image off. “What did I tell you?” she asked. “Use amateur,
untrained dommes and you’ll get a fuckin’
accident. No, don’t worry. It’s all under control.”
“Make sure it is,” grinned
the black 30-year-old. “But also, make sure it’s a pleasant surprise.”
“Fuck, Condy,”
said Della, “you want it both ways, don’t you? Night.”
And with that, she switched
off her vid phone, turned to the crew and announced: “Right girls, showers, then we can go party with Priscilla!”
The crew was already in the
large cocktail lounge when Della arrived with Karla on her arm. Both women wore
shimmering black satin dresses that clung to their lush breasts, and whispered around
their ankles.
Della took a glass of
champagne from the Korbel-Krug vineyards in upper
California, sipped a quick taste and was approached by the black flogger, Audree and the little blonde, Sadie.
Tipping her flute against
the pair’s glasses, Della told them: “Here’s to a fuckin’
fantastic start to Jason’s six days’ of misery. You were both lovely.”
“It was a pleasure,” said
the Amazonian black girl, rubbing her thigh against Della’s satin-sheathed leg.
But it was Sadie who Della wanted.
“Excuse me a moment, Audree,” said the famed TV presenter, “but I just need a
word with Sadie about tomorrow’s action.”
And taking the young
blonde’s elbow, Della steered her into a corner away from all the chatter going
on in mid-room.
Della was never one to beat
about the bush. She smiled at the pretty kid and said: “I want you, I want you
badly. My room at the end of this little booze session, OK?”
Sadie grinned a cheeky
little grin, which made the rubber-clad minx look irresistible. “What shall I
bring?” asked the 18-year-old.
“Hard nipples and a wet
sex,” laughed Della, steering the Punishment Park guard back towards the throng
of champagne sippers.
An hour later, when everyone
– except Della – had had possibly too much Korbel-Krug,
the TV front woman went to her suite. Karla, told her she had been
propositioned by the black bird, Audree, who
obviously didn’t like to take “No” for an answer, and would most probably spend
the night in her quarters.
“Enjoy,” whispered Della, as
they left the cocktail reception area, “I know I will.”
Karla looked at the lovely
little Sadie hovering in the background, hissed “Bitch!” to her boss, then walked off arm-in-arm with the black body builder.
In her suite, Della turned
as she closed the door, bent swiftly, grabbed the hem of Sadie’s rubber dress
and hauled it up over her buttocks, then her breasts and head and threw it onto
a couch.
The barefooted, now totally
nude guard in turn unzipped Della’s black satin creation which fell to the lush
carpet in a whispering hiss of material. The naked women stepped into each
other’s arms and kissed long, and wetly.
The lovely TV personality
took the leading role, almost by instinct. A shove and the 18-year-old fell
onto her back, her bronzed thighs parting immediately, allowing Della oral
access to her shaved minge.
Della tasted an incredibly
succulent quim, wet, moist, inviting and soon her tongue had brought the girl
to her first climax of their assignation, a noisy, pounding, thrusting climax
as she juddered beneath the 40-year-old’s expert mouth.
Clambering up the bed
quickly, Della fastened her crotch firmly against the 18-year-old’s mouth and
started to graunch and thrust to her own sexual fulfilment.
It didn’t take long to reach
fulfilment - her scented snatch, the excitement of the day’s events, the
floggings, the piss-drinking, the piss-pouring had all
aroused the famous sex show presenter to a state of high sexuality.
Now Della Domina poured out the lust that had been building in her
ever since the naked 18-year-old boy had been dragged yelping, squealing and
pleading to his date with domination.
And then she was yelling
“Coming, you lovely little flogger, flog the kid, flog him, flog, flog” and
then her voice went into a higher tone and she was almost screaming “Flog, flog, flog, FLOGGGGGG!” as she
came with a heaving shuddering thrust on Sadie’s face.
Lying back, enjoying
post-coital cigarettes, Della let her hand roam across the girl’s high, firm
bust, then down to her shaved snatch, with its slight frosting of golden pubic
hair.
“Fuck,” she announced,
blowing smoke rings, “I needed that!”
“Is it hard work?” asked the
girl. “Fronting a flogging program, I mean?”
Della propped herself up on
one elbow and ran a tongue across the girl’s globes from erect nipple to erect
nipple.
“Guess it depends on what
you mean by ‘hard work’,” said Della. “I just love watching a slave get his,
and watching a pretty boy like that cunt Jason suffering under the lash sure
beats whipping some of the tired old hags I used to work over in Chicago.
“But you have to keep coming
up with new ideas to keep it a fun-filled hour and a half.”
Sadie raised her eyebrows.
“Yep, I’ve seen that – most of those sex shows on the Sinema
channel are an hour, how did you get it up to 90 minutes?”
Della sucked on her
cigarette, and pondered. “I argued with the board of directors that I wanted to
make Punishment 120 something special,” she told the girl.
“The format I pitched means
the program runs for 90 minutes, but after each 15-minute of cockslut torture, there’s a three-minute ads break. We have
to pay for the show!
“So there’s 15 minutes where
we show the slave being strapped down, then we introduce the floggers. Then an ad break.
“The next 15 minutes shows
him being forced to drink my piss – well, a secret here, it’s mine and Karla’s.
Some humiliating chatter, pictures of the floggers, their naked bodies, the
whips, you get the picture.
“Then there’s another ad
break, then we go into the flogging segment. That occupies two 15-minute slots,
so his 2-hour whip torture is cut into 30 minutes.
“All of which leads us to
the final segment, the urine-on-his-wounds part, I announce the things that the
punters want to know, number of strokes, number of glasses of piss drunk and so
on, and then a little final humiliation chat and that’s a wrap!”
Sadie nodded. “So each
program shows 75 minutes of torture and 15 minutes of ads. I could live with
that, very fair.”
“Now,” said Della, “enough
about my program. How did you get to become a Punishment Park guard – you’re
only 18 for fuck’s sake!”
Sadie smiled. “Sure, but
there’s two girls who are 17, you know, and even one aged 16.”
Della nodded. “I love that
little 16-year-old, she’s such a tease. But tell me, how did you get to work
here?”
Sadie stubbed out her
cigarette and snuggled into Della’s strong arms. “My mom was raped three years
ago,” she said, quietly. “By a fuckin’
escaped cockslut.”
“Where?” asked Della, in a
soft, tender voice.
“Tucson, my home town,” said
Sadie. “The bastard was executed, of course, after he had received the
statutory 1000-cuts of the wire lash. But that doesn’t help mom. She’s a
recluse now, stays home, keeps the blinds drawn.
“Hates men so much she can’t
even bear the thought of applying for a cockslut
slave, who are, as I guess you know, free to women who have been raped.”
“And?” said Della, stroking
Sadie’s breasts with one hand, her pussy lips with the other.
“I was 15 at the time,” said
Sadie, “and I vowed I’d get my revenge on men, silly maybe, but when I was 17
and fed up with school, I saw an advertisement for this place.
“It was intriguing – well,
it interested me, I just knew that I would love it.
‘Ladies, aged 16
and up, athletic bodies, strong arms, needed to train cocksluts
at an establishment being set up for the Sex Sinema
TV channel’, or words to that effect.
“And what else? ‘No
experience required, on-site training in fresh air, all food found’.”
Della’s mouth closed on the
girl’s. “And the wages?” she inquired, when they broke for breath.
Sadie laughed. “Fuck, I
didn’t even ask.”
Then, as she inserted
another cigarette into her mouth and flamed it, the guard-cum-flogger turned
serious.
“Now, one of your
crew – Claudia? The black girl? She said you’ve got a surprise planned for Jase’s ass whipping tomorrow. Correct?”
Della nodded. “Correct, can
you keep a secret?”
Sadie nodded
enthusiastically.
Della told her.
“Fuck,” said the pretty
little blonde guard, “I like the sound of THAT!”
To be continued.
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