Punishment 120

 

 

                            PUNISHMENT 120 – Part 9, a PR exercise

 

“Good, are you sitting comfortably?” asked the big-breasted TV director. “Then I’ll begin.”

 

Della sat up on her bed, drawing her knees up to her chin, oblivious to the fact that in doing so she was displaying her sex cleft to the vid phone. She didn’t give a fuck!

 

“All right,” said the tight-lipped TV presenter, “don’t tell me, let me guess. This is all about my once-a-month performance for Sex Sinema, isn’t it?”

 

Condy Conty laughed. “Darling, you make it sound worse than your period.”

 

“It’s amazing, isn’t it,” said Della, lighting a cigarette. “The medical experts have solved the dilemma of cancer, but they can’t find a way to prevent us females from having our curse once a month.”

 

Condy smiled at her superstar. “Sorry, darl, but as you well know it’s in the contract. Once a month you must do something to promote the show, and I’ve organised for a shoot to be arranged with some fans.

 

“It’s over to you. You can do it tonight, or tomorrow night, one or the other, that’s the only times we can get the women all on line at the same time. What’s it to be, Della?”

 

“What’s it fuckin’ involve?” asked Della Domina, sucking harshly on her cigarette and snorting a strong pair of twin plumes from her flaring nostrils.

 

“It’s an interview with you, presided over by Caroline Clitorides on the Sex Sinema Magazine and it’s only for an hour – make that 48 minutes with the four 3-minute advertising slots taken out.”

 

Della’s face turned sour, if such a beautiful face could ever be termed “sour”.

 

“Caroline fuckin’ Clitorides?” she sneered. “That bitch hates my guts, has ever since I got the job fronting Punishment 120.”

 

“We all know that, darl,” said Condy Conty, as soothingly as possible, “but the powers-that-be thought it would make for better television that way. More sparks, I think they put it.”

 

Della sighed. “All right, all right, let’s do it tonight, the sooner the better and get it out of the fuckin’ way. Where does she want me?”

 

Condy Conty smiled a wicked smile. “I’ve told her that you’ve got a stunning young slut as the subject of the latest P-120 and she asks if you’d like to sit on the queening throne in the main torture chamber and make him lick your pussy while she conducts the interview, and introduces your fans with their questions.”

 

Della smiled at last. “You know something, Condy, perhaps I was wrong after that Clitorides cunt, after all. I rather like the idea. Yeah, let’s do it. I’ll get him organised, and the crew set up. What time?”

 

“8pm, then you can have a nice relaxing meal after, because I know you’ve got to go to that cocktail party first,” said Condy. “And Della?”

 

“Yeah?” asked the lovely presenter.

 

“Your fans will expect you to wear something sexy for the interview.”

 

Della returned to her stage sigh. “Oh fuck, Condy, don’t I always?”

 

At the cocktail party, Della informed Melody, Jenna and Penny that there was to be an interview done in the main torture chamber and to set up and be ready there by 7.45pm.

 

Then she grabbed Priscilla. “I need the young slut Jason to lie under me in the queening throne in the main torture chamber,” she explained, “something I just can’t get out of. Can he be there by 7.45?”

 

Priscilla looked at her watch. “Sure, he should have had his ass medically cleansed by then, and he’ll probably like the idea of licking your sex,” she grinned.

 

“I don’t give a flying fuck whether he likes it or not,” snapped Della, still pissed at the thought of having to give the interview, “just as long as I do!”

 

Excusing herself from the company of the twins and some Punishment Park executives, Della went to her suite and stripped naked. For the interview, she decided to wear a black leather military-style cap, with a gleaming brim, a black PVC quarter-cup bra, high-heeled shoes and nothing else.

 

After brushing her lovely golden hair till it shone, the superstar – who was unusual as a TV front-liner in that she eschewed personal hangers-on like make-up artists and hair stylists – walked to the main torture chamber in the large complex that was Punishment Park’s main building.

 

Inside the sumptuously-appointed torture room, Della found that her three camerawomen had set up their equipment, with Claude organising the sound.

 

Lying on his back, his upper body, shoulders and head covered by the large, leather-padded queening throne, was Jason. His cock was flaccid. Della hoped her pussy might make a difference to its attitude.

 

“Right team,” said Della, settling down on the throne, “sorry about this, but it’s one of those fuckin’ once-a-month rituals. I’ll make sure you each get a bonus for having to be here.”

 

Then she peered down in the gap between her thighs and saw Jason’s jaw. “You’re gonna eat me, cunt,” she snapped, “only nothing too fast. I want to time my orgasms to coincide with the ad breaks. I’ll let you know when that’s arrived, although if you pay careful attention you’re probably hear well enough.”

 

“Yes, mistress, thank-you mistress, I love you mistress,” said the obedient slut beneath Della’s pussy.

 

“Oh don’t lay it on with a fuckin’ trowel, cockslut,” said the delicious dominatrix, although secretly she felt pleased at his “I love you” words.

 

“We’re ready to link up with Sin City now,” said Melody, “you ready for a pre-show chat with the cunt bitch?”

 

Della laughed. Caroline Clitorides was not the most popular presenter in the Sex Sinema outfit, a fact which both she and Caroline knew. But, Della had to confess, she was a good interviewer.

 

She settled on the throne and snapped: “Hook her up to us, team, and cunt licker, get started!”

 

Jason’s young tongue had just started to work over Della’s minge, starting at her anus and working forward via cunt and labia to clitoris, when Karla’s vid phone showed the pretty, 25-year-old Sex Sinema interviewer on screen.

 

“Hi, Della,” said Caroline, cheerily, “tres nice outfit!”

 

“Always for you, my dear,” said Della, tartly.

 

“And Condy tells me you’ve got a stunning new sex slave for the latest P-120?” said Caroline.

 

“Sure,” said Della, “and right now he’s lying underneath this queening throne servicing me, as it were. That’s a lovely touch, Caroline, you did well!”

 

“Always your best interests at heart,” said Caroline.

 

“I know, you’re a pet,” said Della. “Now, when are we ready to roll? And how many of my adoring fans you got lined up for me?”

 

Caroline checked her crib sheet. “We can go whenever you’re ready, and there’s five lined up, but depending on time we may only get around to four. All of ‘em nice ladies, all of ‘em crazy about you.”

 

“Let’s do it,” said Della, lighting a smoke.

 

“Opening credits rolling,” said Caroline Clitorides. “I’m introducing you in 10 seconds.”

 

And this is how the program went:

 

 

 

Caroline: Good evening, sexy women of New America, and welcome to another edition of Sex Sinema Magazine with me, Caroline Clitorides. Tonight, we have an exclusive interview with that delicious domme, Della Domina, star of our top-rated Punishment 120 and then some lucky, hand-picked ladies from across New America will be able to ask her some REALLY personal questions about the show and her part in it. First up, Della, you’re looking lovely tonight. And how is New America’s favorite domme?

 

Della: I don’t know Caroline, I haven’t asked her. Oh, you mean little me? You’re TOO kind. Very well indeed, Caroline and needless to say it’s great to be on your wonderful show.

 

Caroline: Tell us where you are right now and what you’re working on.

 

Della: The P-120 crew and I are at Punishment Park and we’ve shot two episodes for chapter 8 in the show’s latest series.

 

Caroline: And I understand you’ve got a yummy young cockslut for this chapter?

 

Della: Sure have, Caroline. In fact he’s here with us right now, lying underneath this queening throne I’m sitting on.

 

Caroline: He is? Perhaps one of your camerawomen could pan back and let us see him?

 

Della: Sure, that can be arranged.

 

Caroline: Wow, this young stud’s been ass whipped today but he can still provide a fuckin’ yummy boner like that? Shoot, I wouldn’t mind him beneath my bed at night!

 

Della: I’m sure THAT can be arranged, too, Caroline.

 

Caroline: Right, now without further ado, Della, let’s call on our first questioner tonight, a lady from Boise, Idaho. Go ahead, caller.

 

Caller: Hi Della, love the show, this is Stella from Boise.

 

Della: Hi, Stella, what’s your question?

 

Caller: Of all the six floggings, which are the ones the slaves fear the most?

 

Della: Well, we interview the slaves after their ordeals, and without a doubt the cock and ball flogging is the most stringent, followed closely by the upper back and the buttocks. The least feared – although, of course, they fear them all to a certain extent – is the upper front of the chest and the thighs, front and back.

 

Caller: Yes, speaking of thighs, I did read an article in a video paper the other day, Torture Times I think it was, which suggested that you were going to combine the backs and fronts of the thighs into one torture and possibly come up with a replacement, such as a flogging “free for all”. Care to comment, Della?

 

Della: Well, I’m not going to comment on speculation in a vidpap, even one as prestigious as Torture Times, as to any changes in the show’s format, but I will say this. We at P-120 are always on the look-out for improvements in the show and if we come up with any new flogging ideas that work, we’ll use them. But as they used to say last century, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”.

 

Caroline: Thank-you very much, Stella from Boise, and now we’re going to take a break. When we come back we’ll find out if Della’s come on her cockslut’s face yet, and go to another caller. Don’t go away now!

 

[Commercial break]

 

Caroline: Well Della, anything to report on the cum front?

 

Della: A very nice, quiet but satisfying orgasm while you were away, Caroline, and if we just pan down to the slut’s cock, you can see he most definitely enjoyed bringing it to me.

 

Caroline: Wowzer, what a lovely cock that youngster’s got, Della. Pity you’re gonna get it flogged to shreds! Now, to our next caller, Adreena, from Modern Mexico, our 51st and newest state. Go ahead, Adreena and welcome to the union!

 

Caller: Thanks, Caroline. Della, can we talk piss?

 

Della: Be my guest, Adreena.

 

Caller: Do you set out with any pre-conceived idea of how many glasses your slaves must drink down during an eight-hour session? They seem to vary, but one poor cunt had to swallow 23, which from memory is a record.

 

Della: Yes, I remember, the big black man in our second show of the current series, wasn’t it? Well, it was obvious from the way he groaned and grimaced and moaned on after his first glass that he totally fuckin’ hated drinking my lovely gift of golden nectar, that I decided to push him as far as I could. But no, generally speaking, I go with the flow.

 

Caller: Nice pun.

 

Della: And intended.

 

Caller: Is it always your own piss – er, sorry, urine.

 

Della: Don’t be sorry, Adreena, you know it’s piss, I know it’s piss, but, of course, to a slave he must NEVER, ever refer to it as “piss”. No, to him it must always be my glorious golden nectar, or my champagne cocktail. But to answer the question, it’s sometimes a cocktail using my lovely production assistant Karla’s pee, as well. She has a very strong-tasting, odiferous flow first thing in the morning, believe you me.

 

Caller: Any chance of more piss in the show?

 

Della: No, not really. P-120 is mainly a flagellation show, that’s its raison d’etre, as it were. There are the specialist piss programs, such as Pissing for Pleasure and Piss Slaves in Toilet Torment so we’re quite happy to leave the golden flow for such shows.

 

Caller: Thank-you, I’d like more piss and to me the horse’s piss on the slave’s beaten body is the highlight, but I take your point.

 

Caroline: And now we move north to Chicago, and Bernice. Bernice, your question for Della.

 

 

 

Caller: Hi Della, love the show, I’ve taped every one. Now I have a slut maid and every now and again she SO pisses me. It would be marvellous if I could threaten her with something like “Do that again and I’ll ship your ugly ass off to Mistress Della for a P-120.” That would put the fear of shit up her. Any chance of women being flogged on the show?

 

Della: Good question, Bernice, and the answer to your question is “Yes”. We are looking at doing a sister show, I guess you could call it, featuring a very similar format, but possibly with another front person.

 

Caller: Shame!

 

Della: Thank-you, but Punishment 120 takes up a fuckin’ lot of my time. ‘Scuse me a moment, Bernice, deeper cunt, deeper, get your tongue right up there! Now, where was I? Oh, yes, women being flogged. It’s just a pilot scheme at the moment, but we have only one slight problem. All those cocksluts out there who get to watch my show because it provides them with a warning that they must keep their ugly asses in line, simply must NEVER be allowed to watch a program featuring women – even sluts and whores who deserve it – being flogged. This is the New America, and women rule. We don’t want to do anything to counteract that.

 

Caller: I only ask, because there was that maid down in New New Orleans last month who stole her employer’s car and tried to sell it to some drug dealers. Well, she got 1000 strokes before they electrocuted her. I just thought it would be nice to see something like that on P-120.

 

Della: Good point, Bernice, but I would remind you that that fuckin’ stupid maid DID get flogged with a wire cat o’ nine tails. We don’t do that on our show. Sometimes we want the slaves back for another show!

 

Caller: Thanks, but I’ll be able to put my bitch maid in line now.

 

Caroline: And on that thought, we’ll take another break. Be back soon!

 

[Commercial break]

 

Caroline:  Well, Della? Any more cums to report?

 

Della: Just one, a little noisier than the first, good job we were off air. Oh, and he’s back at work.

 

Caroline: And still showing a nice proud erection as he does that work, I see.

 

Della: Randy little cunt, eh?

 

Caroline: And now for our next caller – and I’m afraid because of our time constraints it will have to be our last – we go to somewhere quite close to you, Della, to Phoenix, Arizona, where Madeleine is waiting. Madeleine, your question for Della.

 

Caller: Hi, Della, this is Madeleine Dempster, I think you’ve heard of me.

 

Della: Indeed, I most certainly have, Madeleine and let me thank-you for allowing my two young floggers today to work on their, er, their slave subject?

 

Caller: It’s my pleasure to watch the youngsters at work, Della, I’ve got several hours of them whipping their, er, their slave.

 

Della: And your question, Mizz Dempster?

 

Caller: How can I get him – he’s my personal cockslut slave, of course – how can I get him on Punishment 120? I hope that’s not a silly question, Della.

 

Della: Certainly not, Mizz Dempster, certainly not, you’d be surprised at how many times I’m asked this at functions, shows, dinner parties, and such like. And it’s really very simple. Make an exhibition disc, and pop it in the vid mail to Sex Sinema, New Los Angeles – the production assistant will keep you on line after our little chat and give you the details. The, er, slave? What’s he like?

 

Caller: He’s got a very fit body, he’s well built, I make him exercise in my personal gym as I stand by with my flogger in case he tries to slack off and he’s quite handsome. I also think he has a high pain threshhold.

 

Della: The latter is very important, because our P-120 slaves have to undergo stringent torture, as you well know, Mizz Dempster. They also have to pass a rigorous medical examination – can’t have them dying of a heart attack under torture, can we?

 

Caller: That would never do.

 

Della: Lovely talking to you, Mizz Dempster, and the P-120 team look forward to watching your demonstration tape. I take it, it will show the lovely ladies I used today?

 

Caller: Yes, and some of me, as well. You’ll think me an amateur, my dear, but I’m very enthusiastic.

 

Caroline: Thank-you for your call, Madeleine. Well, Della, that’s it. Thank-you so much for taking some of your precious time to appear on Sex Sinema Magazine and don’t spare the rod with young Jase!

 

Della: Thank-you so much, Caroline, and no, we have no intention of spoiling the young cunt. Good night!

 

[Transcript ends]

 

To be continued.