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PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 17, offer
accepted
Della Domina
was in no mood for the niceties of foreplay. Leaving on her cap, her
open-breasted, open-crotched playsuit and her boots, the lovely 40-year-old
pushed the 38-year-old mom into her suite, walked her to the bed, and then
pushed her again.
The blonde, pony-tailed mom
fell on her back and Della climbed onto the bed.
“Fuck you’ve made me so fuckin’ randy,” said Della, as she climbed up, her knees on
either side of Jenny Pearson’s head. Then she pressed her pussy hard down onto
the woman’s face.
“You were SOOOOO fuckin’ good,” said the TV
presenter, as her moist pubes graunched onto the younger woman’s face.
The woman beneath responded
with an enthusiastic kiss on the TV superstar’s moist labia, then she began to
use her tongue to maximum effect on the P-120 program’s front woman with expert
application.
“Fuck, you got me hot out
there, the way you taunted him, the way you teased him – the way you FLOGGED
him!” said Della, as her orgasm started to mount and mount in her crotch and
then, with a roar, she exploded to completion on Jenny Pearson’s mouth.
“Was I really that good?”
asked a panting Jenny Pearson as she kissed Della tenderly on the mouth, when
the older woman had rolled from her.
“Good? Wait till you hear
what my director says about you,” laughed Della.
But the cockslut’s
mom looked puzzled. “Sorry, what do you mean?” she asked, one hand fondling
Della’s firm breasts, the other slipping between her thighs to caress her sex.
“Oh, you don’t know, do
you?” said Della. “You see, I’m in constant contact with Condy
Conty, she’s my director back in New Los Angeles. She
watches on three screens as the program is shot.
“From time to time she will
make suggestions, though I try to dissuade her from that policy or next thing
you know, she’ll be running the fuckin’ program, not
me!”
“And?” asked Jason’s mom,
parting her thighs to allow the famous TV star to begin a slow, leisurely
finger fuck.
“Well, most of her comments
while you were taunting and cock flogging young Jase
were along the lines of ‘wow’ and ‘sheeet’ and ‘ohmigod’. You get the drift, I’m sure.”
Jenny’s heart rate was now
increasing, and soon Della’s fingers, running over the lightly-haired pubes,
were playing with the mom’s clitoris and then the New Los Angeles mother was
calling out in ecstasy as Della brought her to a shouting, screaming climax.
Della lit a cigarette, offered one to Jenny – she declined – and then
the light-skinned blonde asked the question that must have been on her mind
since Della initiated their sexual encounter.
“And tell me,” she said,
licking Della’s gloriously firm left breast and nibbling at the turgid nipple,
“what’s this offer you hope I can’t refuse?”
Della grinned. “For that we
need the director,” she said, leaning over to her vid phone on the bedside
table and punching in Condy Conty’s
number on its memory bank.
The busty black beauty’s
pretty face came up instantly.
“About fuckin’
time, slut,” she said, jokingly, as she obviously saw the two women lying back
on the bed in Della’s Punishment Park suite.
“Now, before we go anywhere,
Jenny, may I say how impressed I was with your performance this afternoon –
well, morning and afternoon, actually.”
Jenny smiled into the
screen. “I hope I didn’t let Della down.”
Condy Conty gave a sigh. “Fuck,
Jenny, I had my misgivings about using you for the final episode, but I have to
confess Della’s pulled off another marvellous coup.
“The performance will make
you a household name, especially when we put out a press release embargoed
until an hour after the program goes to air.”
Jenny Pearson looked puzzled
again. “Embargoed?”
Condy Conty nodded. “It’s a
term for a release to vid papers and TV shows that means they can’t use the
contents until a time determined by the person who issues it.
“By putting an embargo on
it, we’ll keep the secret that Jason’s gonna be
flogged by his mom in the last episode.”
Jenny Pearson nodded. “OK, I
see. But the offer?”
Condy smiled. “Jenny, I want to make you a star – well,
Della and I want to make you a star.”
Jenny this time looked
nonplussed. “How the fuck can you do that?”
Condy ploughed on. “Well, I spoke to Della earlier about
this, and we’ve already got a team of writers working on it. This is our plan.
“We have in mind a
documentary, working title ‘Mom’s Rape
Revenge’. Snappy title, but it may get changed, these things tend to.
“What we want is to find a
Jason look-alike and start the program where he rapes you. We film all this
juicy stuff, with a look-alike, remember, and we’ve got a kid planned.
“Then we go on to his
arrest, his interrogation, his confession, and his sentencing to Punishment
Park as a slave. Then we take clips –highlights, of course - from Della’s show
and we end up with you flogging his cock and balls.
“There’s a way to go on it
yet, but what do you think?”
Jenny Pearson looked
nervous. “This look alike – does he have to be the spitting image of my cunt
son? I mean, I don’t want to remember much of that.”
Condy Conty had an answer for
that.
“Have a look at this
youngster,” she said. “We’ve got him from a catalogue of sex slaves hired out
by a firm in New LA. He’s just turned 19 and he’s built - what do you think?”
Then, up on screen, came a
vid shot of a young stud, big cock, full head of flesh, rippling muscles,
stunning tush, and flowing dark hair. With dark brown eyes he obviously
impressed Jenny!
“Fuck,” she said, as the sex
slave worker strutted around, his cock jutting up towards his chin, “with him I
could actually have sex! But fuck, just my luck – he’s all wrong. Dark hair, brown eyes, bigger cock than Jase!”
Condy smiled. “Don’t worry. We digitalize the shots we
take while you’re being fucked by him. He will be depilated, so don’t worry
about his pubic hair. And we will digitally alter his hair to blonde, like
Jason’s, and his eyes to blue.
“Now, does he meet your
criterion for a fuck toy?”
“He could grow on me,”
smiled the mom, looking intently at the penis-waving slave strutting for the
camera.
“OK, what’s the deal? After
all, he’s gonna be cunt fuckin’ me, tit fucking me, sodomising me, coming in my
mouth. What do I get out of it?”
Condy smiled her “clincher” smile. “The pay while we’re
shooting – and I estimate it can be done in five or six days, but it may take
more, is 10,000 New US dollars a day.
“And – just to make it more
interesting for you – after the scenes you shoot with Clyde, here, you get to
borrow him for a month for a torture toy. Well, Jenny, what do you say?”
The 38-year-old naked mom
laughed. “I say where do I sign?”
Condy Conty grinned a
cat-that’s-got-the-cream grin, and told her: “Della will chat with you for
background stuff for the start of the show, we’ve got some of the interrogation
footage from the Perversion Police, and you can drive back with Della tomorrow.
“We’ll sign you on the
dotted line later. Behave!”
And the vid phone link was
cut.
Della kissed the woman on
her mouth, savouring the taste of her own pussy on Jenny’s lips, then asked:
“OK, we’ve got an hour before the post-filming cocktail party. Tell me, how the fuck did you get raped by Jason?”
Jenny leaned towards the beside table and pulled a cigarette out. “I’m gonna need one to tell you about it,” she said, igniting
the cigarette and blowing a strong plume up to the air conditioning.
“Well, he was sick, see?”
she said. “And the government reproduction factories don’t let spunk suppliers
produce semen when they’re sick.”
Della nodded. “It’s not a
subject I’m well-versed in,” she said, “seeing as how I’m never intending to make
use of the product.”
“Anyway, I called in sick
for him,” said Jenny. “Then I made sure he was tucked up in bed, and I went
back to bed – I’d been out clubbing with some girl friends the night before and
hadn’t got back till around 3 in the morning.
“So I’m dozing off and all
of a sudden there’s this cough and I look up and here’s Jase,
standing naked by my bed, his cock thick and ready for action!”
Della smiled. “And a lovely
cock, too.”
Jenny inhaled sharply on her
cigarette and shook her head violently. “Oh no it’s not.
Some cocks are lovely, sure, but when it’s your son’s and when he’s gonna rape you with it, it sure as hell ain’t lovely,
Della.”
Della looked sorry. “I stand
corrected.”
“So anyways, he tells me
he’s not feeling too good and he wants to snuggle up in my bed, and the next
thing I know, he’s climbed in and – and – and .....”
Della stroked the mother on
her cheek. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Jenny Pearson
choked back a sob, but continued.
“He
rape fucked me,” she said, flatly. “And then, when he’d come around again, he
pressed his hard on between my breasts and tit fucked me.”
Della comiserated.
“That must have been awful.”
Jenny smiled,
a wan little smile. “No the most awful thing was when he pressed it into my
mouth – the foreskin had been pulled back to the ring – and then he came in my
mouth.
“Every time he tit fucked me, he always came in my mouth.”
Della kissed the woman on
her mouth. “Was that the worst?”
Jenny again shook her head.
“No, the worst was when he sodomised me and then he made me suck him – I had to
kneel in front of him and suck his smeared cock, it was dreadful!”
“Did you try to fight him?”
asked Della.
Jenny Pearson nodded. “Every
time, I beat on his chest with my fists, and pleaded and told him it was wrong.
Every time he beat me down, he’s so strong, so muscular. And he kept saying he
‘had the hots’ for me, how I was superbly built, how he had masturbated for
years thinking about me and how now he was going to satisfy his lusts.”
Della asked: “How long did
all this last?”
Jenny inhaled on her
cigarette again, then stubbed it out. “About six days,
possibly seven. Each day, he forced me to vid phone the factory, explain he was
running a temperature and the doctor’s certificate was on its way.”
“And then?” asked Della.
“And then, one day he got
drunk on my cream soda vodka and collapsed on the couch,” said Jenny Pearson.
“I called the Perversion Police. They arrived, gave me a truth serum, saw I was
telling the truth, then woke him and took him away.”
Della kissed Jenny again.
“Did he confess?”
Jenny shook her head. “Not
at first. They could have used a truth serum on him, of course, but instead
they decided to play with him first.
“They worked slowly, nothing
too strenuous, but they never let up on him. Squads of two women worked him
over around the clock, they’d replace each other after
a couple of hours’ work.”
Della sucked on her
cigarette. “I’m told they’re fuckin’ good. We’ve been trying to
get a docu done on them, we want to call it Torturing for the Truth or Women Who Don’t Take ‘No’ for an Answer
but the government red tape involved is horrendous.
“So how long did they take?”
Jenny smiled. “Three days.
And at the end they gave me a vid tape of their work, it lasts for 71 hours. I
show it to my two cockslut slaves about an hour at a
time, every evening.
“And, boy, does it keep them
in line!”
Della laughed. “No need for
truth serum on Jason, eh?”
Jenny smiled. “In the end,
after he signed his confession, they gave him the serum, just to make sure.”
“And?” asked Della.
“Guilty as sin!” laughed her
new lover.
“So, you won’t mind playing
out Jason’s raping and sodomising and so on with the lovely Clyde?” asked
Della.
“Fuck no,” said the
38-year-old. “In fact, I’m looking forward to it!”
“Let’s get ready for that
cocktail party,” said Della, “I think you’re gonna be
the center of attention!”
To be continued.
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