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Punishment 120

Part 2 the interview

PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 2, the interview

 

 

 

                        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 fuckinhonored 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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