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PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 20,
more introductions
As the big Lincoln swept
past the armed guards at the main entrance to Punishment Park, the vid-phone
sitting beside Della Domina came on.
“Hi darl,” smiled Priscilla
Payne, the vid-phone showing the lovely Camp Commandant lying back in a soft,
leather easy chair, her pussy being attended to by a cockslut.
“When you arrive, come
straight to my office. Your new PA’s in your suite, but I want to talk to you
first.”
Della stepped from the car at
the camp’s headquarters block, and two park guards
dragged the prisoner from the car and shoved her alongside her former boss.
“Come on, cuntslut,” smiled the TV presenter, “let’s go see the
commandant.”
At the office, Della and the
hobbled prisoner were let in by one of the ever-vigilant staff on duty outside.
From her easy chair,
Priscilla, who was wearing a red rubber brassiere, but nothing else, waved to
her guest and the slave.
“Off you go, cockslut, and come back when Della leaves,” she snapped,
and as the naked, thick-pricked slut stood Della saw that it was her Punishment 120 subject, Jason.
“Why, Jase,”
she said, in a warmly cheerful greeting. “Come and say ‘hi’.”
The throbbing-pricked
prisoner walked to Della and stood obediently in front of her. “Want to know
something?” asked the pretty presenter, stroking his pre-cum dripping monster.
The lad nodded, sheepishly.
“Yes please, Mistress Della.”
“We’ve sent out preview
copies of the show you star in – well, one, to be honest. We sent it to the
lady who allows the Cropp twins to practice flogging
on their dear daddy.
“You do remember the Cropp twins, don’t you?”
The lad nodded. “Yes,
Mistress Della.”
“Well, the lady who helped
with their training is a rich bitch, she owns half of Phoenix, I think,” Della
informed him. “And guess what?”
The lad shook his head in
ignorance.
“She has made a huge offer
for you – she wants you to be her new torture toy,” said the P-120 front woman.
“Seems she’s tired of the twins’ daddy, and wants some younger flesh to
punish.”
The boy looked a little
alarmed.
“Oh, believe you me, she’s
lovely,” said Della. “She’s in her 50s, but has still got a great figure. She
simply adores cunnilingus, you could spend hours
licking between her thighs.
“And then, when she tired of
all that pussy worship and making you drink her lovely golden nectar, she could
take you down to her torture chamber and work on that lovely, floggable flesh. Wouldn’t that be lovely, eh, cockslut?”
The lad looked wary, but
Della laughed.
“Don’t worry, cunt,” she
grinned, stroking his still erect cock, “I’ve told her ‘no’, at least, not yet.
See, I’m expecting you to get truckloads of fan mail after you’ve appeared on
my show.
“So I’m thinking of doing a
reprise, a sort of an encore. Now, that would be more fun than toddling off to
Phoenix and being a torture toy for a rich bitch, wouldn’t it?”
Della smiled sweetly at him
again, then said “Run along, I want to talk to your commanding officer, but I’m
sure she’ll want you again soon!” and the lad left, leaving Della, Priscilla
and the cuntslut, Karla, in the office.
“He’s healing nicely,” said
Della, as the strongly-muscled youth left the office.
“It’s the fresh air and the
fact that he doesn’t get flogged for a month after your program,” said Priscilla.
“And of course our medical staff are among the best.”
Della laughed. “They fuckin’ have to be, Priscilla!”
The camp commandant produced
a chilled bottle of Korbel-Krug from her refrigerator
and poured a flute for Della and herself – the days when Karla would share in
such pleasures were, of course, long gone.
“Now,” said Priscilla, after
they had clinked glasses, “your PA is in your suite and I’ve told her where the
guard of honor is waiting. Your film crew is still
here, of course, but Brenda Bonda has returned to New
LA.”
Della nodded. “And the mood here at the park?”
Priscilla lit a cigarette
and exhaled strongly. “It’s the most excitement we’ve had for a P-120 since
that big strong black man who tried to lead a revolt of the cocksluts
in Virginia was tortured for your viewers.
“The anticipation of
watching this little cunt get hers has everyone walking around in a constant
state of arousal.”
Della smiled, drained her
flute and stood. “I’ll tell ‘em to let Jase back in.
How long you had him in here?”
Priscilla looked at her
watch. “Oh, a couple of hours maybe, but he’s got such a cute fuckin’ mouth!”
Della and the
spreader-barred bitch Karla left the camp commandant’s office and made their
way to Della’s spacious suite.
Inside, Karla’s eyes widened
as she saw who had replaced her as the TV superstar’s production assistant.
Lying on the bed, reading a flogging vid-mag was Staci, her breasts pert as
ever, a black shiny satin garter belt on her hips, and gleaming black stockings
on her lovely legs.
Her just-over eight inches
of cock was thick and erect.
“Della!” cried the pretty
C-D, and she jumped from the bed and stepped into the older woman’s arms and
they kissed passionately.
“Cuntslut,”
said Della, “you remember Staci? On your knees, say hello nicely!”
Karla gulped, her distaste
of Cross Designators showing plainly on her pretty face, but she sank to her
knees, and pressed her mouth to Staci’s cock which she dutifully sucked for a
few moments before the C-D kneed her away.
“Right, you can take us to
the honor guard, Priscilla tells me,” said Della, and
Staci nodded.
“It’s holding Cell 13,” she
laughed. “13- eh? Lucky for some!”
The TV fronter
and her new PA walked, with a hobbling cuntslut Karla
between them down to the cell block until they were outside the sturdy oak door
to Cell 13.
Rapping on the door, Della
walked inside when it swung open. Staci dragged the traitor in by grabbing her
by the ear.
“Hi gang,” said Della, again
in a cheerful tone. “Can we get her uncuffed, her hands
dragged up in those straps, and her punishment hot pants off. Leave her torture
bra on.
“And we want the spreader
bar removed and her ankles tied to those ring bolts in the floor.”
A team of four eager
Cross-Designators swung into action!
Karla looked aghast. Della
smiled at her. “Well, welcome to your honor guard, cuntslut! Knowing how much you like chicks with dicks, we
thought we’d let them look after you during your stay!”
Della thought her former
assistant was going to break down, her eyes were welling with tears.
“Oh, by the way, there are
10 C-Ds on the park guard squad now, and these lovely
ladies are going to flog you during the first five days of your torture.”
“Now, don’t worry,” said
Della, stepping forward and stroking both cups of the girl’s heaving torture
bra.
“I know that there’s only 10
of them, and I can see you’re wondering who’s gonna
be doing the last day’s flogging! Well, you’ve met her already – Staci, come
and check her out!”
The new production assistant
for the P-120 show stepped in front of the now sobbing Karla.
Pressing her breasts against
the girl’s torture bra, she smiled as she rubbed her fingers through the
traitor’s sex trench.
“Well, well,” smiled the
pert blonde, “such nice generous labia. Shoot, they’re thick.”
And then Staci pressed her
erection between the girl’s thighs and allowed her uncut head to rub between
the teenager’s sex lips.
“Oh fuck, am I ever gonna enjoy flogging THAT pussy!” smiled Staci.
Then she stepped back, and
Della saw Georgie, her almost nine-inch cock drooling
pre-cum step behind Karla’s shivering, arms suspended, feet spread wide, body.
“Hi Karla, you cunt,” the
45-year-old whispered into Karla’s ear, as she parted the girl’s buttocks. “I
hope you enjoy your stay with us!”
And as the veteran C-D
pressed her cock into Karla’s anus, she called out: “Do I have a volunteer to
fuck her front bum?”
A pretty black C-D, with a
cock even bigger than Georgie’s almost sprinted in
front of a now whimpering girl.
Della and Staci moved
towards the door, and as she looked back and saw the double penetration being
achieved, the TV star heard a long, drawn-out scream from her former employee.
“No, no, nooooo,”
came the sobs. “Merrrrrrrrrcy!”
Della and her new PA moved
out into the cell block corridor, as eight, stiff-pricked C-Ds watched while
their other two colleagues commenced the anal and vaginal rape of the P-120
slave.
“Looks like she’s gonna have a hard time,” smiled Staci, as she and Della
walked back towards the star’s suite.
Della smiled to herself.
“I’ll tell you one thing she’s not gonna have,” she
told her new lover.
“And that is?” asked Staci.
“Mercy!” grinned
Della Domina.
The End.
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