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PUNISHMENT 120 –
Part 11, CD fun
Della watched with an amused
smile on her pretty face as the stiff-pricked Cross-Designator, a cruel grin on
her ugly face, marched over to where the naked, bloody-thighed
Jason lay on the tarpaulin.
Karla stepped beside her
boss, clipboard in hand, and hissed in her ear: “Is this part of the fuckin’ script, Della? I mean, it’s a fladge
show, are we going down the tranny rape route now?”
“Hold it, hold it,” called
Della, as her three camerawomen prepared to record Jason’s next bout of
suffering.
Then she turned on her
pretty production assistant.
“Listen, you little slut,”
she snapped, “this is MY show, and it’s my inventiveness which keeps the fuckin’ ratings high. If I decide that a C-D – and for
fuck’s sake, Karla, they’re not ‘trannies’ any more – is gonna
rape the boy, then a C-D is gonna rape the slut. Get
the picture?”
Karla’s eyes lowered as she
bore the brunt of her boss’s fury.
“Did you complain when he
was forced to drink our piss, eh slut? Did you bitch and moan when we forced
the anal intruder up his tight little chutney chute? Or put that tight prickle
pouch over his balls?”
Karla shook her
head, pouting prettily, but nevertheless pouting.
“All right then,” said
Della, her anger at her production assistant’s presumption calming. “Now, Georgie and Staci, if she wants, are gonna
have their way with the cunt for two hours before they start pouring the horsepiss over him.
“It’s gonna
make the ratings soar, and it’s ratings which pay your wages and buy you the
gear you use to torture your cockslut back home in
New Los Angeles, got it? So, you OK with my plan now?”
The argument had been easily
within earshot of the camera crew and Claudia, who stood around, fussing with
their cameras and sound gear, pretending not to hear the dressing down Della
was giving her gorgeous little PA.
“Sorry, Della, I’m wrong,
you’re right, it’s a great idea,” said Karla, scuffing the dirt with her Adinikes, and looking suitably chastened. “Please, forgive
me, I was wrong. I apologise.”
Della smiled, held out a
hand and Karla picked it up, and placed it against her pretty lips. “Sorry, I’m
just a bit tired, I guess, shall we get on with it?”
The TV show superstar
grinned and pulled the busty beauty to her. Mashing breasts against breasts,
Della kissed Karla flush on the mouth. “Organise it, call the shots,” she
whispered, in the girl’s ear, then stepped off the
tarpaulin.
But Karla had little work to
do. Georgie had taken charge. Kneeling in front of the
lad’s raised mouth, which was perfectly positioned to accept her cock, she
rasped: “Suck it, get it nice and wet cunt!”
And as the boy did, Georgie ordered Staci: “Rip the dildo from his ass, get him
ready!”
Staci did as she was told,
and then Georgie pulled her spit-soaked hard-on from
the cockslut’s gaping mouth and stepped behind his
buttocks.
“Spread ‘em, cunt,” she
snapped, kicking out with one booted foot and planting its toe deep into the
side of the lad’s thigh.
Jason obeyed, his thighs
spread wide, his anus ready for George’s onslaught.
The muscular C-D knelt
behind him, placed her bare cockhead to his puckered anus, and then, as the lad
screamed out, she thrust it deep into him. After a few heaving thrusts, the
45-year-old raked her long fingernails down the backs of the boy’s ravaged
thighs, drawing squeals of anguish from him.
As the 45-year-old continued
to brutally ass fuck the teenager, Staci decided she wanted in on the action,
too, and knelt in front of the sobbing young slut.
“Suck it, cunt, and suck it
good!” she ordered, pressing her thick-lipped penis into the lad’s mouth.
But Staci was not destined
to be fellated for long.
“Ooooh,
fuck, he’s so fuckin’ tight,” cried Georgie, after a minute or so of ass reaming, “I’m having
trouble holding back, the filthy little ass cunt, oh fuck!”
And then the burly C-D was
on her feet and pushing Staci from the cockslut’s
mouth, and pressing her smeared prick into the boy’s mouth. A couple of jerks, and the C-D shuddered and yelled: “Ah, that’s it, I’m
cumming, oh fuck, I’m cummmmmming!”
“Money shot!” yelled Karla,
urgently, and as the 45-year-old pumped semen deep into Jason’s throat, she had
the presence of mind to pull from his mouth and splash spunk on his cheeks and
lips as well.
After she had calmed down,
the busty bitch wiped her cock tip onto the drips of spunk and smeared the
still-throbbing cock down to the slave’s mouth, forcing him to suck the last
traces of spunk down.
“And that’s a wrap!” called
Karla, and everyone walked into the canteen for refreshments.
Later, after he had been in
the face down position for two hours, the team re-assembled in the hot sun and
the filming was concluded with Georgie and Staci
performing the horse’s urine torture segment.
After thanking the C-Ds for
their performances, Della closed out the show by speaking directly to the boy,
now standing somewhat unsteadily on his feet, the yoke heavy across his
shoulders.
“And that’s all for your
back,” she smiled, stroking the kid’s cock. “So tomorrow we’ll get started on
your front, eh, big fella? That’s right, cunt, we’re at the half-way stage. Fun
isn’t it?”
Then, with a look straight
into the camera, Della smiled “That’s all for this week, flogging fans, see you
next Sunday when we start on Jase’s lovely chest! Byeee.”
The blonde superstar held
her pose, hand grabbing the prickle pouch beneath Jason’s cock for several
seconds, until she knew it would be freeze framed to allow the credits to roll,
then walked away from sobbing slut.
Back in her suite, Della
showered the grime off her luscious body, while Karla soaped her. They both
kissed and cuddled for a while, as they let the warm spray enfold them, then Della switched the water off.
“Now, let’s look really good
for the cocktail party,” she said. “I’ve got my eye on a C-D.”
Karla laughed, their earlier
row forgotten. “Wouldn’t be the lovely Staci, by any chance?” she asked her
boss.
“Well it’s certainly not Georgie,” smiled Della, selecting a slinky, black strapless
satin dress for the function.
She pulled the garment on,
adjusted it over her ample bosom, noted how nice her nipples looked thrusting
into the fabric, turned and bent slightly in front of a long mirror, saw that
the dress was so short that it rode up over her lower ass cheeks, then brushed
her hair.
In the cocktail lounge,
Della found that Georgie was chatting up the lesbian
camerawoman, Penny, and then she made a beeline for the glorious little Staci.
The 20-year-old blonde had
chosen a dress very similar to Della’s – black and slinky, and also very, very
short. But Staci’s had little thin straps, holding the dress tightly across her
lovely, curvy breasts.
Della walked over to her and
they clinked glasses of Korbel-Krug.
“And tell me,” Della
whispered in the pert young CD’s ear, “are you dressed like me under that
lovely LBD?”
“And how might you be
dressed under it?” asked the girl, who then, without waiting for a response,
slipped a cool hand beneath the hem of Della’s dress and stroked between her
slightly-parted thighs.
“Hmm,” murmured the TV star,
“you stroke good. But I think I’d better check whether you’re similarly dressed
– oh, make that undressed!”
And without a moment’s
hesitation, Della’s hand probed beneath the boygirl’s
dress and felt a smooth, uncut, eight-inches plus cock standing up and pressing
against the slippery smooth satin.
“Are you gonna
take me to your suite and fuck me?” the chick-with-the-dick asked,
breathlessly, as she enjoyed Della’s strong stroking.
“No,” murmured the
superstar, stepping closer and placing a tongue on the lovely lady’s earlobe,
“I’m gonna take you to my suite and I’m gonna make passionate love to you. How’s
that?”
“Wonderful,” said the
20-year-old. “When can we go?”
Della looked over to where
Penny and the C-D Georgie were embracing, mouths
locked together, and Penny’s hand was probing in the 45-year-old’s crotch
region.
“Two more glasses of the
bubbly, then we can make our excuses and leave,” said Della, planting a
lingering kiss on the C-D’s warm mouth, just to make sure all her crew,
Priscilla, other assorted Punishment Park officials and Karla – most
importantly Karla – knew exactly what the TV star had planned for Staci.
After making polite
conversation with a couple of park officials, keen to know how the torture of
one of their charges was going, Della took her boygirl
by the hand and smiled: “And now, if you’ll excuse Staci and me, but we have
something planned.”
The three park executives
smiled, all had been watching as Della had protectively held an arm around the
C-D’s waist during the conversation and they would have been blind to have
missed the 20-year-old’s erection jutting into the bottom of her LBD.
The pair almost ran back to
Della’s suite, and once inside had merged into a passionate, mouth-on-mouth,
tongue-against-tongue kiss, as they helped each other drag off the little black
dresses.
Then they fell onto the bed,
Della pressing her larger, bigger-busted body onto the pert young blonde’s,
feeling the thickness of the boygirl’s cock pressing
against her abdomen.
Next, after breaking for
some badly needed oxygen, the 40-year-old’s mouth slithered in a hot trail down
onto the 20-year-old’s breasts, tweaking and nibbling at the erect nipples,
before going deeper and finding something even more erect!
Eagerly, the TV presenter
sucked on the knob down to its thick ring some inch or an inch and a half from
the foreskin lips, and then she lay on her back and thrust Staci’s head down on
her breasts, then lower in an unmistakeable message – muff me!
The younger blonde’s pretty
little mouth was soon delving into the sex-juiced nooks and crannies of Della’s
cunt, labia and anus, and then the TV star was panting and pleading: “Inside
me, inside me, I’ve never had a boygirl, NEVER!”
Staci mounted the television
presenter almost immediately, then placed her sex-smeared lips onto Della’s
mouth, deep tongued her, then asked, with incredulity: “You’ve never had a
chick with a dick? Fuck, what a waste. We’ve got a lot of fucking time to make
up. Why not?”
Della smiled, enjoying the
thick hardness filling her vagina, the way her pubic bone was thrusting up to
meet Staci’s, the way their breasts were smashing against each other.
“Dunno,” said Della,
“perhaps because some of ‘em look like Georgie. Some
of them have too deep voices. Not you – your’s is perfect.”
Staci grinned and slowed in
her cunt fucking to explain. “When I was 14 I had an operation on my vocal
chords to stop me voice breaking,” she told Della. “I’d already made up my mind
I wanted to be a C-D. Sorry, I can’t make myself say ‘Cross-Designator’,
it sounds like a fuckin’ computer programmer!”
Della rolled over so she was
on top of the pretty boygirl.
“You’re so pretty,” she
said, “I made my mind up early that I’d like you. You have a girlfriend?”
Staci nodded as Della took
charge of the fuck, timing her strokes up and down the stiff-pricked boygirl’s penis. “Sure, you know her – she was one of the
floggers on his first day of torture.”
Della thought back, then it
dawned on her. “You mean Guard Sadie? Hmm, Sadie and Staci – it has a ring to
it.”
Then she thought again.
“Sadie? She’s only 18 – cradle snatcher,” she laughed.
Staci giggled. “Me?” she
asked, open-eyed. “What does that make you? You’re twice my age, aren’t you?”
Della kissed the boygirl on her mouth, harshly. “That
makes me a woman who’s hot for a C-D bitch, now shut up and fuck me!”
Staci did, until Della
raised herself on bunch fists, straightening her arms so the 20-year-old’s
mouth could lick and suck on her nipples, allowing the turgid breasts’ lumps to
act as conduits to her clitoris so Della could come on the boygirl
with a roaring, yelling shout of ecstasy.
When the act was completed,
Staci whispered “Me now, where do you want it?” as she pulled from Della’s cunt
and arranged her pulled back foreskin until it was again covering her knob
head.
“Here!” Della pointed to her
lush, large breasts and Staci grinned and laid her thick eight inches between
the superstar’s globes and started to pump and pump until, when her cock was on
an upthrust, its lips pulled back to reveal the lovely little piss slit, a
spurt of thick, gobbly semen shot onto the
40-year-old’s titty flesh.
Again the C-D boygirl pumped, more spunk wallowed onto Della’s breasts,
and then, as the 20-year-old calmed the pair went into the shower to clean up.
Back on the bed, both women
were enjoying post-coital cigarettes, when the vid phone on the bedside table
went.
Della reached over and
placed it on her lap as she sat up and the pretty blonde guard, Sadie, came
into shot.
“Mistress Della,” she asked,
in a quivering voice, “is Staci with you?”
“Sure, here she is,” said
Della, moving the vid phone over so Sadie could see Staci.
“Why Sadie, darling, what’s
wrong,” said the 20-year-old boygirl.
“That fucking bitch Georgie,” snivelled the younger guard, “that’s what’s fuckin’ wrong!”
“Darling,” said Staci, “hold
on.”
The boygirl
turned to Della. “Something’s up. Can Sadie come by?”
Della nodded. “Get her here
now.”
Minutes later – possibly
only one – there was a tap-tap on the door to Della’s suit. The long-legged
naked lady answered it, ushering a sobbing Sadie into the bedroom.
The blonde 18-year-old was
wearing a black PVC bikini, which immediately gave Della thoughts of lust, but
the youngster brushed past her and flung herself into Staci’s welcoming arms.
“There, there, there,” said
the 20-year-old C-D, “tell your girlfriend what’s wrong, hush baby, tell Staci all about it.”
Gradually the younger
guard’s heaving sobs slowed, and then she sat beside her girlfriend and composed
herself.
“You’ll never guess what
that bitch Georgie’s done!” she blurted.
“What, baby,” said Della,
joining in the soothing process, stroking the 18-year-old lovely firm thigh.
“As soon as you’d finished
filming Jason’s thigh-flogging segment,” she said, her voice quavering in
indignation, “the bitch went to Priscilla and said that Jason was such a great
ass fuck, she wanted him to be her slut boy after you’ve shot the program!
“And the camp commandant has
given him to her!”
To be continued.