Punishment 120

 

 

                  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.