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PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 12,
Sadie’s new slut
Della Domina
knew she shouldn’t get involved. If the camp commandant had permitted Guard Georgie to make Jason her sex slave, that was purely a
matter for Punishment Park administration, she realized.
But she wanted also to help
the lovely young blonde Guard Sadie.
“Hold on a minute,” she
said, “how do you know all this? Are you certain? Sure it’s not just park
gossip?”
The youngster cuddled in her
boygirl’s arms and started sniffling again.
“Georgie
poked her head into my quarters on her way back to hers to get flossied up for the post-filming cocktail party,” said the
18-year-old.
“And she had this leering
look on her face and she said, ‘Guess what, kid? I’ve just raped your trainee
in the ass, and he’s so lovely I’ve asked the CC if I can have him as my own personal fucktoy –
and guess what? She said yes!’ Oh, I’m so pissed at her.”
Then the blonde collapsed
into Staci’s arms and started to heave her sobs all over the boygirl’s breasts.
Della sat on the bed and
pulled the guard from her girlfriend and slapped her with a stinging blow
across the left cheek with her right hand. Then, for good measure, she
backhanded the 18-year-old across her right cheek.
“Shut the fuck up, you’re getting on my nerves,” snapped the lovely TV
presenter. “Now tell me – you’re all upset now, but what’s the matter? You in love with Jason? You got a thing for his cock? I
mean, for fuck’s sake, Staci here’s much more cocky, pardon the pun!”
Sadie was listening. “Oh, I
know his cock’s not as big or as long as Staci’s here, and I don’t love him,
I’d NEVER let him fuck me, but it’s just that he’s kinda cute.
“And I’ve been his personal
trainer ever since he arrived here, what, six months ago? And he’s a terrific licker,
I just love the way he brings me off.”
Della nodded. “Sure, I know
that, he’s good. But fuck, Sadie, there’s plenty more fish in
the sea. Priscilla’s sure to provide you with another slut. And you know
you don’t always get to keep your cocksluts, do you?
“I mean, they move ‘em
around. They send ‘em to guards who can train them in different disciplines. Georgie will simply teach him to enjoy fellatio ...”
“And being raped, and being
golden showered by her thick cock,” whimpered Sadie. “And
licking her ass. And being on his knees all day in
front of her erect hard-on!”
“Well, sure, I guess so,”
said Della. “But Priscilla will make it up to you, trust me, I know she will.
Want me to talk to her?”
The girl sat up, wiped the
tears from her pretty cheeks, and smiled at last. “Would you? Oh, please
Mistress Della, that would be wonderful.”
Della sighed and stood up,
pulling her LBD back on. “In fact, I’ll go see her now. Staci – keep Sadie
amused. Oh, fuck, how prim – fuck her brains out, while I’m gone.”
Moving to the vid phone she
called “Camp commandant” and the gadget went into roaming mode, then up came Priscilla’s image on the screen.
“Hi, Della, what’s up?” she
asked.
“I need to have a chat with
you,” said the TV star. “It’s none of my business, but I’m gonna
do it anyway. Where are you?”
Priscilla grinned
a wicked grin. “I’m having some fun with a couple of cocksluts
in my personal torture chamber, come on over, you can help me with ‘em.”
And with that Della Domina left her suite to track down Priscilla Payne.
The long-legged beauty
marched over to the main building, walked down a corridor which led to the
commandant’s quarters, and approached a guard, standing outside the door.
The booted and capped, but
otherwise naked black guard was new to Donna. “Hi,” said the presenter, “I’m
here to see Priscilla, she’s invited me to her person TC,” she told the busty
black beauty.
“Yes, ma’am, she just
messaged me,” said the dark-eyed guard, pointing to vid phone beside her chair.
“Go on in.”
And the guard leaned over to
open the door, and as she allowed Della to pass whispered: “Jes’
love that show of yours, ma’am!”
Della grinned, said “Thanks,
always like to hear from my fans”, and walked into Priscilla’s domain.
In the large circular living
quarters, four doors led to what Della knew were a massive bathroom-shower
complex, a vast bedroom, a private study and viewing cinema, and a torture
chamber.
On the door to the chamber
was a sign reading: “Commandant busy: fuck off!” Della grinned, tapped on the
door, heard a “Come” call and entered.
A bizarre sight – well,
perhaps for Priscilla Payne’s operation not so bizarre – greeted the domina in her LBD.
Lying on a bed-cum-couch, was a naked, brown-haired camp commandant. Kneeling
on the floor, his back marked by stripes from a single-tailed whip being used
on his naked flesh by Guard Audree, was a
blonde-haired cockslut. He was working away between
the commandant’s lush, large thighs.
Priscilla was tweaking her
nipples with one hand, while with the other she had an electro zapper. Above
her, strapped by sturdy leather fittings to a metal frame which had been
hoisted almost to the ceiling, was a naked black man. He was sweating
profusely.
“Hi Della, come on in and
watch this,” said the English Punishment Park commanding officer, as Audree laid another flesh-cracking stroke across the cunnilinguist’s bare back.
Della lay on the wide couch
beside Priscilla and watched with interest as the English woman called out:
“Where to now, cunt slut?”
The naked victim above her
swallowed deeply, then in an equally deep voice he sobbed: “My balls, please,
Mistress Commandant!”
Priscilla sighed. “Oh for
fuck’s sake, be specific, left? Right? Both?”
The slave, his body
beautifully muscled, his cock, long and thick and dangling down so it pointed
at the ladies beneath him, swallowed deeply once more and said: “Both, please,
Mistress Commandant!”
Then Priscilla struck,
pressing the trigger of the electro shocker. The slave bucked and heaved in his
bonds, letting loose with a screamed “Aieee” and then
Priscilla aimed at his ball sac once more. Another thrusting, heaving from the
slave and another “Aieeee”.
“Nice little zapper,” smiled
Della. “How long you been playing with him?”
Priscilla shook her pretty
head. “No fuckin’ idea, ever since the cocktail party
closed down, perhaps an hour, maybe longer.”
“Er,
excuse me, Madam Commandant,” said the muscular Audree,
letting her lash dangle on the white slave’s back, “but it’s been 75 minutes.”
“Fuck,” said Priscilla, in astonishment,
“doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun?”
Another zap jolted the
framed black slave, this time on the tip of his cock, she told Della, and then
the commandant put the torture device down.
“You wanted to see me?” she
asked, kissing Della warmly on the mouth, her breasts pressing firmly against
the TV star’s puppies, encased strainingly in her
LBD.
“Yep,” said Della, “it’s
about Sadie, she says you’ve given Jason to Guard Georgie
as a personal fucktoy. She’s very upset.”
“She’ll get over it,” said
Priscilla dreamily, as her orgasm started to near. “A little
faster, slut.”
Della kissed her friend
again. “I know she will, that’s not the point. She got
very attached to Jase during the time she was
training him and she’s done a fucking great job.
“Now darl, I have no desire
to tell you how to run Punishment Park, but I thought it would be nice if you
made it up to Sadie, she’s desolate at the moment. Can’t you give her a nice,
new slave.”
Priscilla laughed and then
closed her eyes as the blonde boy brought her off.
“Fuck,” she said, calming,
“that was sensational. Numbers one and two were good, three was terrific, but
that was the best!”
Then she pushed the slave
away. “Stand to attention, slut,” she snapped, “and
Mistress Della can have a chat with you in a minute.”
Della looked at a six foot
tall, well-built, blonde, with big pectorals, superb thighs, a great tush, and
an uncut cock that must have been all of 10 inches. She was impressed.
Priscilla reached over to an
ice bucket and poured herself a flute of champagne,
then ordered Audree to find a glass for Della.
“When you say a ‘nice, new’
slave what you mean is someone who’s cute, as cute as young Jason, don’t you?”
asked the commandant, when Della’s glass had been poured by an attentive blonde
cockslut.
“Er,
yes, I suppose I do,” said Della. “OK, cute, but as cute as Jase
is gonna be tough, and I guess that’s why Sadie is so
unhappy right now.”
Priscilla pulled a vid phone
onto her lap and called out “Intake officer”. Up on screen came the face of a
dark-haired, extremely pretty Oriental.
“Intake Officer Ming, madam
commandant,” said the pretty girl, who could hardly have been out of her teens,
thought Della.
“We got any new arrivals,
Ming?” asked the park commander.
“Yes, ma’am,” said the Asian
beauty, who had largish but not huge breasts. Della liked the look of her.
The girl flipped through her
sheet of notes. “We’ve had five new arrivals in today, one from Mexico City,
two from Philadelphia New City, one from New Los Angeles and one from the
Chicago Annex City.”
“Any of ‘em catch your eye,
any of ‘em cute?” asked the CC.
The youngster pondered. “All
good-looking, all well-built, all well hung, but hold on ma’am, one did catch
my eye, well not my eye exactly, my
ear more like. You see he’s got a lisp.”
Priscilla sat bolt upright. “A lisp? Oh fuck, that’s great. How old is he?”
The girl again checked her
sheet. “Says here he’s 16, he’s from the Chicago annex, and he’s got a
nine-inch fully erect cock, full head of flesh. He’s dark-haired and he’s
Caucasian.”
Priscilla looked at Della, and Della nodded.
“He sounds perfect,” said
Priscilla. “Put a grabber on him and bring him to my private torture chamber.”
The Asiatic looked a tad
uncomfortable. “Sure thing, ma’am, but he’s not been trained yet, he’s only
just started responding to the grabber. He’s a complete beginner, I’ve not got
anyone organised to start torturing him yet.”
Priscilla laughed. “Ming,
don’t worry, I’m not gonna torture him – I just want
to show him off to Mistress Della and then I’ll assign him to a guard-trainer,
so you won’t have to be bothered with that chore.”
The vid phone was
disconnected, and Della had a question for Priscilla. “A
grabber? What the fuck’s a grabber?”
Priscilla refreshed their
glasses. “Oh, of course, I forgot, you only get to torture the experienced
slaves when you’re here for P-120, don’t you? You never get to see the
trainees.
“I must give you a guided
tour of the training center someday, you’ll be amused
by what goes on there,” she said. “It’s great fun. We could make millions by
charging to put tourists through.”
Della shook her finger. “A grabber? Remember?”
Priscilla nodded. “Sorry got
carried away. Well, a grabber is a sort of rubber device which cups a new
arrival’s balls. It grabs ‘em, there’s no escape. It’s got thousands of wicked
little prickles in it, of course.
“At the back of the cup, a
long leather handle goes back between the slut’s thighs, to a grip which is
held by the trainer, or guard.
“A squeeze on the grip allows
the trainer to increase the pressure on the cup so it constricts and tortures
their balls. They can make the slave go left, go right, or kneel. The command,
followed by increased pressure on the grip drives ‘em to tears.
“It’s such a wicked little device, we often use it on punishment route marches for
experienced slaves who’ve committed some infraction of the rules. It’s
humiliating for an experienced slave because it reminds him of the days when he
was a lowly trainee.”
Just then, came knock on the door. “Enter!” called Priscilla, and in
came the Chicago Annex slave, his balls bunched in the grabber, but otherwise
unfettered. His arms were at his sides, his hands flat on his outer thighs.
Priscilla and Della stepped
from the couch and moved towards where Ming had him under control.
“Ming, this is Della Domina,” announced the commandant.
“Hi, Mistress Della,” smiled
the pretty, booted, capped but otherwise naked lady. “Love that fuckin’ show!”
“Show her how to get the cockslut to his knees, Ming,” said the commandant, and
Della watched with fascination as the girl squeezed the grip of her grabber.
The lad’s eyes watered, and he sank, obviously in
agony, to his knees.
Then Priscilla asked: “And
bring him back up.”
Again the lad showed signs
of intense anguish as Ming squeezed the control handle, and he stood.
“OK, cockslut,”
said Priscilla, “tell us your name and how old you are.”
The lad, who was about an
inch short of six feet, with lovely long, dark hair, extremely dark eyebrows
and eye lashes, and stunning, brown eyes, looked at his new boss.
“My nameth
Thimpson, mithreth, and I’m thixteen.”
Priscilla and Della couldn’t
control themselves. They burst in hoots of laughter. The suntanned lad blushed,
and despite his dark brown tan, his embarrassment was obvious.
“Oh fuck, he’s fuckin’ perfect,” said Priscilla. “Fuck, I oughta keep him for myself!”
When she had halted her
laughter, Priscilla asked the lisping slave: “And why are you here, Simpson?
What caused you to end up at Punishment Park?”
The lad looked sheepish, if
a naked sex slave with a grabber around his scrotum could be said to look
sheepish.
“It wath
my thkoolteacher,” he said. “I tried to have thex with her after thkool one
afternoon, and thee reported me to the thex polith. I wath thentenced here yetherday.”
“Naughty, naughty boy,”
laughed Priscilla, flicking her red-painted talons across his thick cock shaft.
“Well, Ming, I’m putting her
under the tender merthies – sorry, I couldn’t help
that, cockslut – under the tender mercies of Guard
Sadie. Mistress Della here knows where she is right now, she’ll take you and Thimpson here to her.”
Della stepped in front of
the still standing pussy-licking slave, flicked his thick prick with her
fingers, and smiled into his handsome face.
“Like to be on my Punishment 120 show?” she asked the
slave.
“Yeth,
mithtreth, very much mithtreth,”
he replied, obediently.
“Like to fuck
me?” Della taunted him.
“Fuck yes, I mean, oh yeth, mithtreth,” said the slave,
his cock jerking at the mere thought.
“Sorry, cockslut,”
laughed Della Domina, “it’s only one or the other,
and I’ve already got you pencilled in for the P-120!”
“Right Ming,” she said,
walking away from the dejected slut, “follow me.”
At the door to her suite,
Della smiled at the young Asian guard. “I’ll take him from here, Ming,” she
said, as the busty young girl handed her the grip to
the grabber.
“When she’s inspected the
goods, tell her he’s to go in TC69,” said the girl as Della took charge of the
naked youngster.
“TC?” asked Della.
“Training cell,” smiled the
girl. “Night.” And then she was gone.
Della squeezed slightly on
the control grip and snapped: “Open the door, walk in slut!”
The lad obeyed and then
Della halted him in the middle of the room, facing the bed. On the bed, Staci
and Sadie disentangled themselves from a steamy embrace, and Staci put a hand
on her erect cock and slid the foreskin back to cover her helmet.
“Hi girls,” said Della,
chirpily, “and Sadie, here’s your new slave.”
Both girls jumped up and ran
over to the boy. Sadie put her hand out and she stroked the lad’s cock, until
it soared to a full erection.
“That’s a nine-inch boner
you’re stroking there, Sadie,” Della informed the guard-trainer. “Ask him his
name and his age, go on.”
“Name and age, cockslut?”
Sadie snapped.
When he had finished
replying, Sadie and Staci roared with laughter.
“Oh, fuck,” said the
18-year-old guard, “I’m in love with him already – and look at this hard-on! Fuuuuck!”
Della squeezed on her
grabber grip and hissed “On your knees, cunt!” and the boy fell to them, his
hands grasping his lovely buttock cheeks as he knelt before the young blonde.
“Eat her pussy, adoringly,
worship her, she’s your new trainer, your guard, your fuckin’
mistress, cunt!” snapped the TV presenter, and soon the only sound in the large
suite was that of a new slave boy lapping at a moist minge.
“There,” said Della, not
without a certain amount of smug satisfaction, “didn’t I do well?”
Sadie closed her eyes in
ecstasy as the new slave’s mouth worked on her wetness.
“Oh fuck, he’s so fuckin’ beautiful, Della, he’s wonderful!” she sighed,
moments before she came with a whimpering, thrusting, graunching on the cockslut’s face for the first of what both Della, Sadie and
Staci knew would be hundreds of times.
“Now,” said Della, as Sadie
walked from the lad’s panting face and behind his still-kneeling body to take
charge of the grabber, “you still all of a bother over Jason?”
Sadie smiled sweetly at the
television presenter.
“Jason?” she asked. “Who’s
Jason?”
To be continued.