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PUNISHMENT 120 –
Part 10, thigh attack
Della stepped into her
revealing black leather and chain playsuit. She was happy – the interview on
the appalling Caroline Clitorides’ show had gone well
and she was ready to shoot the backs-of-the-thighs torment on cockslut Jason.
And to do it, the lovely
40-year-old golden-haired sex show presenter had chosen the “chicks with
dicks”, who she knew would put on a great display of trans-gender domination.
Combining the thigh tortures into one show indeed! Della intended today’s
performance would be a tour-de-force.
The two “chicks with dicks”
she had chosen were known in New America in 2077 as “Cross-Designators” – C-Ds
for short. The term “trannies” had long been consigned to history’s rubbish
dump and Della for one totally approved.
The outfit she chose for
today’s shoot consisted of gleaming black leather straps, the straps linked by
equally gleaming chains, which encircled her lovely lush figure, but left her
big breasts utterly bare, her pussy revealed with its light thatch of pubic
hair and her generous labia, and her bronzed, muscular buttocks also naked.
She wore her favorite, mid-thigh boots and pulled on the black leather,
military-style cap she had worn for the previous evening’s TV show appearance.
Stepping out into the bright
sunshine, Della watched as the metal door to the bunker swung open and out from
its dark interior marched a trio of naked people – Jason, the slave, of course,
and two C-Ds flanking him, both clad only in Spanish riding boots which came to
their knees. The C-Ds both carried razor strop paddles with which to belabor the slut’s thighs.
Jason, for his part, was
wearing the yoke he had been strapped to when Della had first interviewed him a
couple of days ago. He was otherwise unencumbered,
although he was naturally still anally intruded and wearing the prickly
punishment pouch over what by now must have been his very tender scrotum.
The C-Ds marched the lad to
the central spot on a broad, red rubber tarpaulin which had been hammered into
place on the spot where all his tortures during the P-120 would take place.
Della smiled at medium
camerawoman Jenna, and announced: “Hello all you Punishment 120 fans out there, and welcome to the next episode in
our ongoing torture of the 18-year-old painslut,
Jason.
“Without further ado, let’s
meet todays floggers –
Cross-Designators Georgia and Staci. Come and say ‘Hi’ to our viewers, ladies.”
Della was then flanked by
the two C-Ds, who while they may have been “chicks with dicks”, to use the old
expression, were in reality chalk and cheese.
Turning to Georgia, Della
smiled at the muscular, swarthy woman, her jet black hair pulled back in a
severe bun. She wore thick glasses, over-applied red lipstick and was, frankly
ugly. But she had statuesque breasts, with large, thick nipples, a muscular
pair of thighs and calves, a great ass – and a very thick, erect cock.
“Hi, Della, I’m Georgia,
although everyone calls me Georgie. I’m 45 and I’m
delighted to feature on your wonderful show,” she smiled at her famous host.
“And you’re also as hard as
a rock,” laughed Della, stroking the C-D’s erection, its circumcised head
almost purple in color, and gleaming in the sun.
“Yep, it’s just under nine inches and boy am I aroused,” laughed the C-D
flogger.
“Why, may I ask?” inquired
Della, although, of course, she damn well knew the answer to that question.
“Because I’m looking forward
to flogging this pretty young cockslut,” said
Georgia, “and I hope to push my little piece of meat into his mouth or anus –
or both!”
Della turned and looked over
her shoulder at the naked cockslut. “Hear that, Jase?” she taunted him. “Won’t that be fun!”
“No, mistress,”
replied the lad, “please don’t let her do it, please, Mistress Della!”
Della laughed and looked
back at Georgie. “Interesting, eh, Georgie? I think we may have found a weak link in this pain
lover’s armour!”
Georgie laughed. “Fuck, I sure hope so, Della.”
The TV show presenter then
turned to the other woman. This was an entirely different type of the sexually
ambiguous C-D. Staci was shortish, with lovely, short-cropped blonde hair, and
she was pretty – VERY pretty – with big, doe-like blue
eyes.
Her breasts, while nowhere
near as big as Georgie’s, were shapely, succulent
globes, the pert nipples standing up from light areolae. Her waist was trim,
her legs superb. And her cock, with a sprout of pubic hair only showing at its
bone, was shaved and fully erect.
“Hi, tell us about yourself, Staci,” said Della.
“Hi, Mistress D,” said the
girl, chirpily. “My name’s Staci, I’m 20-years-old, and I’m a 34D cupper, and
my cock is just a tad over eight inches, uncut, as you can see.”
“And you’re erect, too,
Staci,” smiled Della. “Same reasons as Georgie’s?”
The C-D blonde beauty grinned.
“I LOVE flogging cunts like Jase,” she replied, “and
when it comes to sticking my eight inches into someone I’ll do it – as long as
they’re pretty.”
Della egged her on.
“And Jase?”
Staci giggled,
an almost childlike giggle. “Jase is pretty, very pretty!”
Della again looked over her
shoulder. “Looks like you might be playing with more than one cock, eh Jase?” she teased him.
“OK, girls, that’s the
introductions out of the way,” said the show’s front woman. “Now, you wanna get him set up for his first two hours’ sunbathing?”
Georgie stepped forward to take charge, as Della knew she
would.
Stepping beside the naked,
trembling lad, the C-D placed her gnarled hand on his limp member and started
stroking it. Amazingly, it began to rise towards erection.
“Now, cunt,” said the
dark-haired C-D, in a snarly tone, “let’s have you in Position 13, you know it,
get into it, now!”
And with a shudder, the boyslut went into the semi-squat of Position 13. Unlike a
catcher’s crouch, with the slave on his haunches, Position 13 demanded he lower
his ass until his thighs were level with the ground. Then he had to hold it.
“This position is rather
tough on the thighs,” said Della, “and can lead to cramping, correct Georgie?”
The bun-haired bitch nodded
with a malicious grin.
“In which case he’d better
have regular drinks of cooling water to help keep his liquid intake up and
stave off the cramps,” said the lovely presenter. “I think we’d better make it
a glass every 20 minutes, that should be about right.”
“Staci,” said Della, “would
you like to feed him my urine for the first hour he’s in the position 13
crouch, Georgie, you take the second hour.”
Then the program’s presenter
looked at the now crouching slave and smiled. “Don’t worry, baby, only two
hours of this and then you’ll be on your back for the thigh flogging. That’ll
take the pressure off you, won’t it?”
And with a laugh, the two
C-D floggers and Della walked into the canteen, followed by the camera crew,
Claudia and Karla.
For the next two hours the
floggers and the P-120 crew smoked, drank coffee, ate cookies, and each “drinks
break” given by Georgie or Staci was also attended by
Della whose tauntings of the cockslut
were recorded by the cameras.
Not all would be used, of
course, most would be edited out, but the especially amusing “chats” between
Della and the slave might find its way into the third episode of chapter 8.
Finally, though, it was time
for the boy’s flogging. For this the muscle-cramping slut was dragged by the
C-Ds over to the edge of the tarpaulin and made to lie on his back. His arms
were then pulled over the edge of the tarp and the extremities of the yoke were
strapped to iron pegs which had been hammered into the ground.
This, of course, would serve
to stop the painslut from writhing around too much
when under torture. Then two metal poles, about three feet high, were banged
into the ground by the muscular Georgie, and Jason’s
legs were drawn up until his ankles could be slotted into leather straps at the
top of the poles.
This brought his buttocks up
off the hot surface of the tarpaulin, revealing his dildo-pentrated
anus, his punishment pouch-bound ball sac and presented the backs of his thighs
appealingly to the ravages planned by Georgie and
Staci.
When the 18-year-old had
been strapped into position, Della shouted: “OK, cunt, call down from 10 to 1
and then ask your mistresses to commence their flogging!”
The lad did so, calling out
in a loud, clear voice, which pleased Della no end and meant no retake of the
slave’s pleas.
But Georgie
and Staci were not ready to commence the cockslut’s
flogging yet. Georgie, once more, took charge.
Walking around to the
slave’s head, she knelt on the sandy soil and placed her knees about six inches
from each of his cheeks. Her thick cock was jutting up away from her groin,
pointing directly at Jason’s mouth.
“Now cunt,” said the thick-penised C-D, “show me how much you want me to whip you,
show me you really, REALLY want it!”
And with that, the
45-year-old pressed on her cock shaft and pointed the pre-cum dripping tip of
her cut cock at the lad’s mouth. With a little whimper, the slave opened his
mouth and Georgie pushed her cock down his throat,
and for at least two minutes, she pumped her meat into him.
Finally, the busty C-D
relented and stood. “OK, cunt,” she told him, “I’m convinced. But now you have
to convince my partner. Show her you want HER to flog you, too!”
And the lovely naked blonde
knelt down where her older partner in punishment had been moments before, and
with the thumb and forefinger of her whip-free hand, Staci pressed her foreskin
lips to Jason’s mouth and then pushed her cock head into it.
Soon the thigh flogging
started in earnest. Standing on each side of their sweat-covered victim, the
two C-Ds flailed their heavy razor strop paddles down onto the boy’s thighs.
It didn’t take long before
the backs of his strong muscled lengths of flesh were covered in bright red
weals, and Della knew the cross-designators were bang on the 10-strokes-per
minute pace.
The lad, according to Karla,
started sobbing a mere 11 minutes into his ordeal, and finally, one
extra-strength delivery from the Amazonian Georgie
brought a sharp scream from the boy’s mouth – the 15th minute. Shit, thought
Della, these C-D’s mean business!
But it wasn’t all flogging.
About every 20 minutes, after the lad had been “refreshed” with a glass of
Della’s cold urine, Georgie decided it was time to
check that Jason was still “keen” to be flogged by the ladies.
Each time, Georgie and Staci checked this by thrusting their hard-ons
down the gagging slut’s throat. Each time, they announced themselves satisfied
that he wanted them to carry on flogging.
The color
of the back of Jason’s thighs changed from a bronzed brown to darker brown,
then to a reddish brown and finally took on a blueish
hue as the strong C-Ds attacked their pinioned prisoner.
At last, two hours into
their fusillade of flagellatory fury, the pair
stopped as Della called a halt to the painful proceedings.
“OK girls, thanks a million
– although it wasn’t quite as many strokes as that,” Della joked, when she
stepped in to stop the C-Ds’ fun on their screaming, sobbing cockslut slave.
“Now, if you don’t mind,
would you drag him into center stage and place him
for his two hours of contemplation,” said the blonde TV superstar.
The naked C-Ds released the
sweating slut from his position and hauled him across the tarpaulin until he
was in the middle of the warm rubber expanse. A pair of
wooden blocks were then placed beneath the yoke at its extremities and
he lay, belly down, buttocks up, in place for his next two hours.
No sooner than he had been
put into position, than the big-titted 45-year-old
approached Della. The TV frontwoman placed a warning
finger to her lips, then organised her camera team into place.
“Yes, Georgie?”
she asked, “I can see you have a question.”
The thick-cocked, erect C-D
smiled. “Mistress Della, I’m still fuckin’ randy,”
she explained. “May I take it out on the cunt down there?”
Della looked across to the
bleeding thighs of the prone slave, then asked:
“Anyone here from Punishment Park authorities?”
A booted, capped, but
otherwise naked camp commandant stepped onto the mat. “How can I help, Mistress
Della?” asked Priscilla.
Della smiled at the park
boss. “This slave, he ever been taken by a real, live, throbbing cock?”
Priscilla held an electronic
organizer in her hand, and she pressed a few buttons.
“Er, no, not according to our records,” she reported.
“He’s had rubber and plastic insertions, and plenty of enemas, of course, but
not a real-life, honest to god cock.”
Della made sure the cameras
were on, and trained at the whimpering cockslut. Then
she smiled at Georgie: “Fuck his brains out, baby!”
To be continued.
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