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PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 3, the
preparation
Della sat at the head of the
large table and waited for her crew to take their seats. The bikini-clad Karla
sat beside her, while the other four members of the crew, who had arrived in
the equipment van some half an hour before, split up two to each side of the
table.
It was one of Della’s
strengths that before each filming of a P-120 segment – and there were six, one
for each day of the punishments – she had a run through with the crew.
Many fronters
and producers, she well knew, didn’t bother, but it was part of Della’s
attention to detail which kept Punishment
120 to the forefront of the ratings – that and the fact that she rotated
the crew tasks, so they did not get burn-out or allow boredom to affect their
work.
As a result, Della’s
all-woman crew – the idea of a cockslut being on the
crew was, naturally, unthinkable – were devoted to her. All appreciated the way
she put in for them in wage negotiations, an appreciation which often found its
way into oral appreciation between Della’s lovely strong thighs.
“Right,” said Della, when
she had everyone’s attention, “Karla and I have interviewed the cockslut and he looks perfect for a P-120, right, Karla?”
The teenaged production
assistant nodded. “He’s pretty, big blue eyes, he’s well built and he’s got the
hots for Della,” she said.
A pretty black girl laughed.
“Haven’t they all,” said Claudia, the sound technician.
“Yeah, tell us something we
don’t know,” said a lovely Asian girl, tall for her race, with fantastic
breasts.
“OK, Melody,” said Della,
“something you don’t know is that the kid is 18 and has been sold into cockslut slavery for 2 mill by his
mom. She used some of the money to purchase two cockslut
slaves!”
The Asian beauty nodded
appreciatively. “Nice touch,” she laughed, “I like it.”
Della was pleased her crew
seemed to be interested in this cockslut. It always
helped if the people doing most of the hard work were interested in the slave.
“Now, ladies,” said Della,
“positions. Claudia, as usual you will bring us crystal clear clarity on the
sound of the whips cracking on boy flesh, of his screams and whimpers.
“Also, let’s make sure the
sound of the horse’s piss flowing onto his burning back really sounds extra
splashy and crashy this time, I want it to sound like
surf crashing on the shore when it gets poured on his wounds,” said the sex
show presenter.
“Got it,” said Claudia,
“I’ll put the microphone nice and close for each time he’s drenched.”
“Now, Melody,” said the pretty
presenter, “you’re gonna be the wide angle
camerawoman. Nice shots from all angles of the two floggers. One is an
18-year-old, the kid’s trainer, her name’s Sadie and she’s pretty.
“And you, Jenna,” Della was
now speaking to a sloe-eyed blonde beauty, tall, haughty and a fuckin’ good camerawoman, “you’re gonna
give me medium close-up shots of the whips hitting his back, also close shots
of the floggers.
“You know the drill, plenty
of up-crotch shots, plenty of minge, plenty of
bouncing breasts as they heave the whips onto him.”
Finally, Della spoke to an
older woman, possibly older than Della, a close-cropped dark-haired woman. She
was not as big breasted as the others in the group, but Della could not do
without her.
“Penny, I’m keeping you on
the close-ups for this cunt,” she said. “I want some nice pix
of his cock swaying under the strain of the straps, up-crotch shots, too, show
his anus. And plenty of close-ups of his facing wincing in agony,
and his yelling and screaming.”
“All right, everyone? Any questions?”
“Yeah,” said Penny. “Can we
go inspect him, run our hands over him, so to speak?”
Della grinned
a grin of pure mischief. “Sure, go find Guard Sadie, and I’m sure she’ll let
you touch the cunt up a bit. Only no rough stuff, just stroke him. And Penny –
I know you! No knees to the crotch!”
The dark-haired close-up
camerawoman looked upset, but was just as keen as the other three to leave the
Punishment Park’s conference room and lay her hands on tomorrow’s slave.
Then the presenter and her
assistant were alone. Della looked at Karla, Karla looked at Della, and they
nodded to each other and walked back to their suite, in the camp commandant’s
luxury section of the park’s headquarters.
Stripping out of their
bikini bras and panties, the pair were soon intertwined, legs wrapped around
each other, semi-shaved pussies graunching, snatch-against-snatch and tongues
entwined in deep, thrusting kisses.
Later, enjoying post-coital
cigarettes – the medicine men, or women, rather, had long since found a cure
for lung cancer – the pair lay back on the large bed. Della, though, picked up
her P-120 Rules and Regulations. She knew them backwards, but a little
revision, she reckoned, never hurt anyone.
Karla dropped off for a
pre-dinner doze, as her beautiful boss read through Sex Sinema’s
stringent rules for the Punishment 120 program.
The first rule, Della felt,
was one of the most important. “The conduct of a P-120 shall not be truncated.
Each 2-hour section of each day’s punishment must last for 2 hours, so as to
make the slave’s suffering as realistic as possible.”
In laywoman’s terms, it
meant that while the program would be edited to “fast forward” through the
boring bits, the slave’s suffering in each of the four 2-hour segments would
last exactly that – two hours.
Next Della went to “Rules:
first day’s punishment, upper back”. These stated, unequivocally, that prior to
the actual flogging, the slave would be placed in stringent, flesh-streching bondage for 2 hours. Hence the
term “Punishment 120”.
The rules went on to
stipulate that there would be two floggers behind the cockslut’s
back for the 2-hour flogging. There was also a strict instruction as to the
number of blows: “On NO account is the slave to receive more than 10 strokes in
one minute.”
The next rule stated that
following his two-hour flogging, the slave would be left hanging in his bondaged suspension for another two hours, before the final
2-hour segment.
“It cannot be stressed
enough,” the show’s creators had written, “that this 2-hour segment after the
flogging fill exactly 2 hours, so as to heighten the slave’s apprehension as to
what awaits him for the final 2-hour session!”
And this involved, as Della
knew only too well, the periodic drenching of the flogged section of the slave’s
body with buckets of horse’s urine. The high uric acid content produced
high-pitched screams of agony, and was one of the most popular parts of the
show!
Della flicked through the
rest of the rules – day two was bent over a flogging horse in bondage before
two hours of caning from two floggers; day three, backs of his thighs from two
floggers; day four, upper chest from two floggers; day five, fronts of thighs,
two floggers; and finally day six, cock and ball flogging, one flogger.
There was a paragraph that
the slave’s thirst could be “quenched” by the intake of cold human urine during
his torture, at the whim of “the presenter”.
Della decided that Jason
would, indeed, be forced to drink plenty of piss
during his ordeal. It was one of the favorite sequences
in any Punishment 120 show, producing
lots of letters from viewers.
Lower down in the creators’
instructions was an admonition that the cock and ball flogging should not
exceed five strokes per minute, and then Della checked the last instructions.
“The slave will during each
infliction of flogging from day 1 to day 5, wear an inserted anal intruder and
a rubber prickle punishment bag will be placed over his scrotum.
“On day 6, he will wear a
protective pair of rubber, open-fronted panties through which the cock and
balls will be drawn. ONLY the cock and balls will be struck, in this final
segment, not the inner thighs or lower belly and at NO more than 5 strokes per
minute.”
I already know that, thought
Della, but decided the show’s creative staff were
simply making sure their point was made.
Della also knew that the
circle through which the slave’s genitals would protrude had an inserted cord
which when drawn and tied tightly served to thrust the cock and balls out in a
tight bunch of muscle for the attentions of the flogger.
Finally, she put the rules
and regulations down and contemplated the following day’s filming.
It was, she decided, going
to be fun. Well, for herself, the crew and the two floggers.
But possibly not for cockslut slave Jason!
To be continued.
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