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PUNISHMENT
120 – Part 2, the interview.
Della Domina
walked into her Punishment Park suite and stripped nude. Stepping into the
shower, she was joined by her full-breasted assistant, Karla, and the pair
slowly soaped each other until the they were
completely refreshed after the trip from New Los Angeles to the park’s location
in the Arizona desert.
The lovely 40-year-old then
pulled on a red rubber bikini, which lifted her large breasts into stunning
uplift, the thong-style bottom leaving her lovely brown buttocks bare to view.
On her feet she pulled dark red leather riding boots,
which came to just below her knees.
Placing a wide-brimmed
sombrero on her head, Della pronounced herself happy with her appearance, noted
that Karla Conway was similarly dressed, only her rubber bikini was sheer
white, which contrasted superbly with her deep, bronzed California tan. Her
boots were also white, but her sombrero was, like Della’s brown.
The 18-year-old picked up
her clipboard and notepad and the pair made their way to the camp commandant’s
office. They found Priscilla Payne seated at her desk, her lush thighs spread
wide, her ankles against a cockslut’s bare back. She
was being orally serviced, and judging by her semi-shut eyes and glazed look,
she was close to climax.
“Fuck off, slut,” snapped
the 45-year-old black-haired beauty, kneeing the slave in front of her away
with the sharp toe of her cowgirl-style boot. “I’ll need you again in 20
minutes. Wait out in the sun!”
Della smiled, and sat at one
of the two chairs opposite the stern-faced but attractive woman. “Up to your
usual tricks, eh?” she laughed. “A cockslut’s place
is on his knees, correct?”
Priscilla grinned back at
the famous TV presenter. “Or in a fuckin’ flogging
frame, darling,” she said, in her posh English accent.
As a former madam in a house
of perversion, she had been an ideal choice for the role of camp commandant at
Punishment Park. She was, Della knew, very sadistic, but also acutely aware
that her cockslut prisoners had to be kept in
excellent shape for their roles in Sex Sinema’s
productions.
“So tell me,” asked the
Englishwoman, “how are things at Sin City?”
She was using the “in” term
for Sex Sinema’s headquarters in New Los Angeles.
Della laughed. “Couldn’t be better. The last program of the new series
P-120, chapter 5 - scored an average of 180 million viewers over the seven
Sunday nights, which is pretty good. At least it means I’m earning my miserly
salary!”
Priscilla whooped with
laughter. “Miserly? Fuck me gently, Dell, the last story I read in Variety magazine said you were on the 20
mill mark. True?”
Della grinned. “It’s like my
age, darling,” she told the camp commandant. “A lady would never tell!”
Priscilla nodded, then looked at her scribble pad. “Cockslut
Jason is in a viewing cell, you ready to have a chat with him?”
Della nodded. “Find a guard
and Karla and I will go down there for the interview,” she said. “And you can
get that cockslut’s tongue back between your thighs!”
Priscilla pressed her vidphone and a pretty little blonde’s face came up on the
screen.
“Sadie,” she said to the
image, “come to my office, pick up Mistress Della and her assistant and take
them to the viewing cell, they want to interview the young cockslut.
Stay with ‘em and make sure he behaves.”
The blonde laughed. “Sure
thing, madam, it will be a pleasure,” and then the screen faded, and in no more
than a minute, the pretty little blonde was entering the camp commandant’s
office.
“Della, meet Sadie Strong,”
said the Punishment Park commander. “She’s also cockslut
Jason’s personal trainer, and she’ll tell you all about him.”
Della eyed a shortish, but
well-built young blonde, wearing a black PVC catsuit.
“Hi Sadie,” she said, grasping the youngster’s extremely strong grip.
“Come with me, I’ll tell you
about him on the way,” said the guard.
Out in the bright sunshine,
Della flanked by the guard-trainer and Karla, her assistant, was informed:
“He’s very young – well, he’s my age, 18 – but he’s very good.
“He screams fit to burst
your eardrums and his tears flow so fuckin’ thick –
he’s gonna be a great P-120 slave,” said Sadie, who
was obviously proud of the work she had done to bring the kid up to scratch.
Sadie led them down into a
sort of bunker-style building, well air-conditioned, alleviating the blast of
the desert outside, and marched down a long row of cells to one at the far end
of the cool corridor.
Inside the cell,
stood a naked cockslut. Jason had a yoke attached to his arms and
shoulders, a heavy yoke, and his shoulders, elbows and wrists were strapped to
it.
His ankles were kept about
three feet apart by a gleaming chrome spreader bar, and around his cock and
balls a metal engorgement ring served to semi-erect his cock.
“Cockslut,”
snapped the girl, slamming the door behind her, “this is Mistress Della, who’s gonna be in charge of your P-120. Tell her you’re pleased
to meet her.”
The boy swallowed, then looked with almost a look of lust at Della’s rubber
bikini-clad body. “Er, hello, Mistress Della,” he stammered,
“I am most pleased to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, cockslut,” said Della, walking in front of him and stroking
his semi-stiffy with a cool hand. The lad was soon standing to magnificently
erect attention, a full seven-inch hard-on jutting from his groin.
“Now, what brings you here?
Why are you a Punishment Park cockslut?” snapped the
sex show presenter.
“My mom sold me as a cockslut slave, ma’am,” said the teenager.
“She get
a good price?” asked Della, picking up on the lad’s disappointment that his old
momma had sold him into slavery.
“She got two million, she
told me, ma’am,” said the lad.
“What she do
with the money, cockslut?” asked the dominatrix
standing inches in front of him, her big breasts almost brushing against his
upper chest.
“She bought herself two cockslut slaves for her personal use, ma’am,” said the lad.
“Sensible lady,” laughed
Della. “How old is she? Where she live?”
The lad coughed. “She’s 38,
ma’am, lives in New Los Angeles.”
“She know you’re gonna feature on the Punishment
120 show, cunt?” Della asked.
“Dunno, ma’am,” said the
lad, his eyes trying to look away, but failing completely and lusting for
Della’s glorious body.
“Well, we’d better tell her,
eh?” said Della, making a nod towards Karla.
“Got it,” said the
production assistant. “We’ll send her a vidgram. Name, cockslut?”
“Mizz
Jenny Pearson, ma’am,” said the boy.
“Now, Jason Pearson,” said
Della, stroking the lad’s stiff meat again, “you’re very fuckin’
honored to be on my show. And there’s
three things that makes my show fuckin’ good. Know
what they are?”
The slaved gulped, his body
swayed slightly, so did his penis. “No, ma’am.”
“Number one,” said Della,
counting with one finger, “is the presenter. Number two, are the floggers.”
Then she paused. “And number
three is the slave.”
Della stopped and looked
hard into his face. “And that means you, cockslut.
When you scream I want you to be heard in Cal-i-fuckin’-fornia. When you cry I want you to flood the Red
River.
“And when you and I chat –
and I do a lot of interviewing slaves during a P-120 – I want you to speak
clearly, speak up and sound interesting. After all, you wanna
make mom proud of you, don’t you?”
The lad nodded.
Della turned to look at
Sadie. “When’s his last flogging?”
Sadie replied quickly. “Two
weeks ago, Mistress Della, and when he was pencilled in as a P-120 subject, we
stopped. That OK?”
Della took her hand off the
boy’s prick and walked behind him, surveying his superbly-muscled back and
buttocks.
“That’s just perfect,” she
said, running her fingers over the lad’s tight flesh, then his boyish buttocks.
“You gonna sing for me, eh, boy?”
The lad nodded, as Della
walked back in front of him.
“You know what a P-120
consists of, cockslut?” asked the 40-year-old domina, again stroking the lad’s turgid erection.
“Yes, mistress,” he said,
very, very quietly, “Mistress Sadie’s filled me in.”
Della laughed in his face.
“Well, don’t worry too much – six days and it’s all over,” she said. “Only
remember, I want a good performance from you, or else!”
The lad nodded glumly. Then
Della addressed his trainer.
“Right, Sadie, give him two
good enemas before you bring him out to the frame tomorrow morning, don’t want
him crapping while you and the other lady work him over,” she said.
The girl nodded, but Della
noticed a look of surprise on the lad’s pretty features.
“Oh, sorry, cockslut,” she said, not sounding sorry in the slightest,
“didn’t you know? Mistress Sadie’s gonna be one of
your two floggers for tomorrow’s opening segment.
“So you’d better be ready to
yell long and loud. Don’t want you embarrassing your trainer, do we?”
The lad shook his head. “No,
Mistress Della, surely not, Mistress Della,” he said.
And then Della did something
she always did on the eve of a cockslut slave’s
P-120. She placed her hands on his lovely firm buttocks, cupped them, slapped
one softly, then pressed her breasts against his upper chest and kissed him
warmly, wetly and passionately on the mouth.
As she stepped back she
could see two things which interested her. One was the cockslut
slave’s cock which was standing to full, erect attention, veins standing out on
the rigid flesh.
The other was a look of pure
animal lust as the 18-year-old plainly desired the lush, full-breasted,
glorious woman who was going to oversee his painful discipline the following
day.
Outside in the corridor,
Sadie asked the Punishment 120 presenter:
“Why did you do that?”
Della smiled.
“Because, my dear,” she
informed the teenage guard, “I like them to lust after me during their
torture!”
To be continued.
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