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Punishment 120

Part 4 the introductions

PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 4, the first day

 

 

                           PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 4, the introductions

 

After breakfast, Della carefully chose her outfit for the first day of the P-120 shoot. She always wore a different outfit on each of the six days’ torture, and one of the highlights of each shoot was for female viewers – and those cocksluts permitted by their dominatrixes  to ogle her outrageous choice of wardrobe.

 

As one television critic (female, naturally) in an adult magazine wrote: “A lot of the fun in watching the punitive Punishment 120 show of whip-wielding delight and domination is wondering what pussy and breast-revealing creation the gorgeous Della Domina will select for her viewers’ delectation. Yum, yum, yum!”

 

In fact, there had even been a suggestion that the national betting agency DAB – the Domination Agency Board, and a major sponsor of the show – put up a sheet for punters to bet on whether Della would appear in leather, rubber, lingerie, PVC, latex, a bikini or whatever on each show!

 

As it was, there was, Della thought, quite enough gambling on the P-120 program. Bettors could gamble on how many strokes a slave would receive in his two-hour flogging segment. How long before his first scream – to the nearest minute – how long before his first sobs would be captured on camera.

 

But that was not all. Punters could speculate on how many times he would be force fed a glass of urine, and how many times horses’ piss would be drenched on his agonised, flogged flesh.

 

That was a total of five different possible bets for punters, and they could also go for an “exacta”, which she thought was the term, although she was not sure, as she never gambled with the DAB. An exacta, Della thought she had once been told, was for a correct prediction in all the five categories.

 

One lucky punter from Greater New York City had actually struck the exacta once, she recalled, and received a lot of publicity, not to mention a dividend of something like 750,000 New American dollars, thanks to the vast pool of money in the DAB accounts on Punishment 120 betting,

 

 

 

Back to the demands of her wardrobe, Della decided to go with lingerie for the first day of Jason’s six-day torment. She selected a black satin bra, which she knew would gleam sensually in the bright Arizona sun. At the center of each cup, was a cut out, which allowed her large, brown nipples and the wide surrounds of her areolae to be seen.

 

At her crotch, Della went with a matching pair of black satin crotchless panties. On her feet she chose black leather boots, which came half-way up her strong thighs. On her head she pulled a broad-brimmed straw hat, with a glistening black bow around the yellow straw.

 

She was just about to walk out into the sunshine and take her place by the sturdy flogging frame where cockslut Jason would soon be dragged, when the camp commandant knocked on the door and entered.

 

“Just one thing I thought you ought to know before you go out and start shooting,” Priscilla told Della. “Do you know why the cockslut’s mom sold him to us?”

 

Della shook her head. “Tell me.”

 

Priscilla grinned a wicked grin. “Because the boy was fuckin’ her, forcing his attentions on her, raping her with his seven-inch stiffy. Thought you ought to know.”

 

And as the camp commandant went back to the door, Della said: “Fuck, I wish I’d known that last night, I’d have been able to work it into my script. As it is, I’m gonna have to throw the script away now.”

 

The camp commander looked concerned. “Hey, sorry, Della!”

 

Della smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll wing it. I often work better when I’m improvising, but I’m still made at you for not telling me, Priscilla!”

 

 

 

And then she walked out into the sunshine, digesting this disgusting piece of news, to see that her camera and sound crew were ready and assembled, nude as usual. They wore sneakers, but apart from that, were as naked as the day they were born.

 

This was an added attraction for Punishment 120 because if, by accident, one camerawoman found another in the background of a shot, they were instructed to continue shooting.

 

The number of fan mail vidletters which came in asking “More of the Asian camerawoman, pleeeeease!” or “Who is that beautiful black bitch?” sometimes almost added up to equal Della’s fan mail. Well, not quite!

 

“Ready crew?” asked Della, chirpily. She had enjoyed a good breakfast, it was just before 9am and she was looking forward to this P-120.

 

“Ready,” said Melody, “and this sun is perfect. Nice light, terrific for shooting.”

 

“And for flogging,” laughed Della. “Now, let’s get the first shot.” Then turning to Priscilla, she asked: “The floggers ready?”

 

The camp commandant nodded. “All ready to roll, just inside the door to the bunker. Just tap on the door as usual, and that will be their signal to drag him out to the frame.”

 

Della let the three camerawomen get ready by the door, while Claudia stood off to one side with her miniature but strong microphone and nodded she was ready for action.

 

Della rapped once on the door, then scrambled to get out of shot.

 

The door swung open and out came two floggers, naked in the tradition of P-120 shows, but for army-style boots on their feet. One was Sadie, of course, her breasts heaving as she and a superbly-built black beauty dragged a struggling cockslut Jason from the bunker.

 

The lad, Della noticed with satisfaction, was playing his part well.

 

Nooooo, nooooo, mercy, mercy, please don’t do this, I’ll do anything, anything,” he pleaded but it was futile.

 

The larger of the two floggers, who Della took to be in her late 30s, had big, heavy breasts, with massive nipples and areolae almost as large as saucers. Her minge was shaved, the traces of hair black, crinkly and gleaming at her crotch. The black bitch’s body was obviously toned by hours of gym work-outs.

 

Sadie was a far lighter brown, of course, being Caucasian, but her body was no less attractive. She also went for a shaved crotch, her blonde hair just a faint thatch on her sex.

 

The cockslut was spreader-barred still, and Della noted that his arms were free, to allow him a frenzied struggling with his two guards, but it was useless. Soon they had him beneath the crossbar of the flogging frame, the women filming him from the front and the rear, and then he was being strapped into position.

 

When they had completed their work, the naked teenager was a sweating, suspended cockslut, his back muscles straining from the cords which held his wrists to the inner tops of the crossbar.

 

The spreader bar had gone, but his ankles were tied wide to the feet of the strong metal poles supporting each end of the crossbar. His thighs strained powerfully, his calves gleamed. He was on tiptoe – and he would stay that way for eight hours!

 

From where she stood, Della could see that an anal intruder had been thrust up his rectum, and a sturdy rubber strap from the base of the dildo went to a tight rubber punishment pouch which ensnared his balls in a cruel, prickly grip. The red rubber of the pouch gleamed where it bunched against his scrotum.

 

Della, on cue from Claudia, walked in front of the now hanging, panting and sweating slave, his cock amazingly showing a semi-erection.

 

“Hello all you Punishment 120 fans out there,” she said, a big smile on her pretty face, as she was filmed standing in front of the swaying cockslut, “and welcome to another of your favorite flagellation programs.

 

“I’m Della Domina, your hostess for the next six shows of P-120 part eight and now, without further ado, let’s meet our two floggers for today’s performance!”

 

The two women, both now holding black leather triple-thonged floggers, flanked Della and while the shot was being set up for the medium close-up camera, Della whispered to the black beauty: “What’s your name, darling?”

 

Audree,” said the woman, in a deep, “Don’t fuck with me” voice, and then Claudia nodded that she was ready for the filming to continue.

 

Della smiled at the big-muscled black beauty. “Hi, now you’re Mistress Audree, I know, but please tell our viewers more about yourself.”

 

Audree looked a little uncomfortable, but then announced: “Hello,  P-120 fans, I’m Mistress Audree, I’m 39-years-old and this is my first time on the show. I’m sure lookin’ forward to it!

“But it’s not my introduction to floggin’ – I used to work in a government cockslut correctional facility.”

 

Della smiled her biggest, most supportive smile. “Welcome aboard, Mistress Audree, and I know you’re gonna have lots of fans after they’ve seen you dealing to cockslut Jason here.

 

“Now, Mistress Sadie, tell the viewers who you are. I understand you have a special relationship with this slave?”

 

Sadie grinned and spoke. She was, thought Della, a natural. “Hi all you lovely P-120 viewers out there,” said the girl. “My name’s Mistress Sadie, I’m 18 and I’m this cockslut’s trainer.”

 

Della moved into the dialogue. “Marvellous, girls, and good luck with his flogging! And now, let’s meet the cockslut!”

 

Karla called a halt to the filming while the close-up camerawoman, Penny, and Jenna, the medium-shot woman, prepared to film Della’s interview with the suspended, sweat-dripping slave.

 

When all was in place, Della placed a hand on the lad’s swinging semi-stiffy, then painfully grabbed his prickle-punished balls and smiled up at his sweat-stained face.

 

“And now, let me introduce all you P-120 fans to our next cockslut – Jason. Jason, tell the audience how old you are,” ordered Della, stroking the boy to a rapidly appearing boner.

 

“I’m 18, Mistress Della,” said the lad.

 

“And you’re gonna be a good little cockslut for us, eh, Jase?” asked Della, teasingly.

 

“Yes, mistress, I hope so, mistress,” the teenager said, as Della continued to work on his now pre-cum dripping member, an action faithfully recorded by the close-up camera.

 

“Now tell me, Jason,” said Della, in her best bedside manner voice, “how come you ended up here at Punishment Park as a cockslut slave?”

 

The lad spoke quickly, unaware that Della knew his “little” secret.

 

“My mom sold me to the owners, Mistress Della,” said the lad.

 

“Why?” asked Della, and you could have heard a pin drop in the still Arizona air.

 

“Cos she wanted to make some money,” said Jason.

 

“Oh?” said Della, her grip tightening on his cock, her voice hardening. “Not because you were fuckin’ her?”

 

The lad jerked in his bonds, and protested.

 

Er no, nnnnno, mistress, no,” he said, his face scrunched up as if doing that would make it true.

 

“Yes, mistress, yes, mistress, yes,” said Della, implacably. “And now she’s sold you, you filthy little fucking incestuous cunt and she has two private, personal cockslut slaves of her own. And she deserves them, cuntface!”

 

The boy looked as if he was going to sob. “I didn’t mean too,” he almost whispered. “But she was so gorgeous!”

 

“How old is she, you filthy mother fucker?” demanded Della, the domina.

 

“She’s 38, mistress,” said Jason, looking totally beaten now, before even a stroke had been laid on his skin.

 

“Well, Jase,” smiled Della, back now to her friendly way, “your mom’s gonna be watching this program, and she’s gonna enjoy watching you suffer for what you did to her.

 

“And believe me, boy, you’re gonna SUFFER!”

 

Della shouted the last word, and then moved away from the suspended slave.

 

“Perfect,” said Claudia, “that’s a wrap, great sound.”

 

“Right, team,” said Della. “That’s the opening segment out of the way. Let’s all enjoy a coffee while he burns out here in the sunshine.”

 

And the two floggers, the four filming technicians, the production assistant and Della walked into the park’s canteen and the cooling shade.

 

Jason hung in his bonds, beneath the blazing sun. The Rolex Oyster on Della’s wrist showed it was still only 9.25am. Another 95 minutes before the first stroke fell!

 

 

To be continued.

 

 


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