Punishment Park
Copyright© 2020 by Midsummerman
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Tanner is the sadistic owner of a pornographic empire, in a dystopian world where life comes cheaply, and a blind eye is turned to many illicit practices. His new venture, a park for sado-masochistic pleasures, earning him money by putting the waifs and strays from the city to good use, emphasises his dominant side, but a submissive trait lies within him, waiting to be exploited. Hortense Barber is a ruthless domme, who has eyes on his venture - the two collide, with satisfyingly erotic results
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Snuff Spanking Torture Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Voyeurism
Tanner took great pleasure in interviewing numerous bimbos for those menial tasks of hostessing etc., installing many after sampling the virtues of their flesh, which nearly all were most obliging, but recruitment of administrative staff was a little more difficult ... though external forces made the task a little easier. Hortense loved the idea of owning a journal such as that published by Tanner, not to mention the park which he was opening in conjunction with it; something which excited her more by the minute, ideas of her own about its use, arousing her cunt as she dwelled upon it. Yes, she would have it. With the target in mind, she and her associates flooded the site with applications, and unknown to him, many of the bimbos already placed by Tanner were the pets and property of Hortense and her feminine elite, but the appointment of administrative staff from that source would be the real triumph.
Hortense’s smug confidence that she’d make all that Tanner owned her own - including him whilst she decided his fate - was boosted by something she knew was about to occur, up in the higher echelons on the nation’s authoritative order, which would have her takeover seem insignificant, but would be greeted with absolute pleasure. Her business cronies with connections kept her well informed on it, their excitement tangible.
Tanner had one such, unknown to him, Hortense placed administrative appointment at two o’clock - her description; efficient, ruthless in prior positions, matriarchal, had Tanner subconsciously erecting just thinking about it - so he deemed to boost his masculine authority prior to the appointment by visiting his captive girls, and demonstrating his sexual authority, as much to himself as anyone else.
He arrived as one of the newly hired bimbos was finishing spoon feeding his selected slaves. The new recruits, picked for their appealing physical appearances and apparent oblivion to anything intellectual, topical, or morally correct - or so Tanner thought - were ideal for such tasks. Some of the prettiest ones were already being assessed by Tanner’s eyes, a check up on their backgrounds necessary before he’d have those chained to a bed in joining his selection. The pretty girl who daintily fed the last mouth of his prizes, the chubby girl, had him nicely erect as she performed her task with the apparent oblivion of an automaton; she was one he longed to also have chained to a bed, and his awarding her this task was partly to get her used to the atmosphere of the slave house.
Tanner was unaware that the shapely bimbo, Clara, was one of Hortense Barber’s placements, and that there was more chance she’d see him leashed to bed, than the other way about. She maintained her vacant expression whilst bowing to him, before leaving, her unseen face moving to a smirk of contempt on exiting the door. She didn’t depart, but watched through the keyhole as the chubby girl, already favoured for her plumpness ... and something else he couldn’t quite place, left her bed and crawled to his feet, which her extended leash allowed her, Tanner allowing her that marginal benefit over the others, as she’d been looked down upon by them in her prior situation and had shown a certain spite toward them since, which he admired and which turned him on.
As she kissed his feet, he motioned to the ginger girl with a snap of his fingers, and she descended from her bed and knelt down, face to the floor, poking her delightfully rounded cheeks high in the air, knowing a routine taught her with leisurely applications of the whip. As Tanner dropped his leggings and eased his erect cock up to the ginger girl’s tight little anus, the Chubby girl stood, and lifting the now submissive ginger girl’s head by her hair, grinned spitefully as she had her lick her cunt. Tanner’s cock bolted rigid at her erotically inspired improvisation, which had not been part of any previous routine where he’d taken the ginger girl anally, and Clara watched with equal interest, now with two fingers at her cunt as she peeped.
Tanner groaned with pleasure as he eased his bell into the tight orifice of her pucker, feeling her flesh shimmer with discomfort as he forced his entire length in, and leaned his body closer forward to sniff at the air near the chubby girl’s cunt. Clara watched with erotically charged interest as the chubby girl let the ginger girl’s head drop, and with a serene smile on her face, straddled her torso and edged her cunt toward Tanner’s face. Though obviously astounded by her bold improvisation, Tanner’s tongue poked to greet the welcoming tangs of her excited cunt, his thrusting at the ginger girl’s anus increasing in urgency.
Clara moved swiftly toward orgasm, delighted and sexually stimulated by what unfolded before her. The chubby girl eyed Tanner with an unmistakable contempt in her smile, placing her hands on her hips in a dominant pose as Tanner lapped eagerly at her cunt ... her actions having him burst into a grunting orgasm, the stimulation of the ginger girl’s tight anus, merely just that ... the chubby girl’s stance having teased a submissive streak from him, she was in command ... and how she knew it.
Clara watched, finding it hard to muffle the sounds of an intense orgasm of her own, as she watched Tanner fill the ginger girl’s anus with his cream, her role almost insignificant, as the soft flesh of the buxom blonde girl shimmered with Tanner’s efforts in worshipping her cunt whilst she maintained a rigid and so obviously dominant pose. Her curt smile broadening as his eyes strained up to hers between the globes of her breasts which pointed nipples hard in victorious arousal, and saw to the release of his seed in lusting submission.
Tanner could not escape his own weak inner desire to be dominated as he shot his hot seed into the tight warmth, oblivious to his initial erotic intentions, as he saw something in the chubby girl he’d not guessed would be aimed at him ... and Clara would see that he enjoyed her dominance again, with interest, once his weakness was reported to Hortense. Coming back to what he believed were his rational senses as his orgasm wained, he pulled his head back from her cunt, and slipping his spent cock from the other girl’s used anus, blurted out a command to the chubby girl, in an effort to conceal what he could now never hide from her.
“Back to your bed!” He slapped the soft cheeks of the now sobbing ginger girl, as if to further emphasise dominance, and watched, almost sheepishly as the big blonde girl turned and displayed the globular cheeks of an arse she yearned to have his face know, as she took her time in a leisurely recline on her bed, then lifting her thighs high as a bemused Tanner adjusted his clothes, she spread her cunt and flicked a finger at the ginger girl, though her eyes were still firmly on Tanner’s.
“You ... get up here and lick my arsehole, you know our routine.” The ginger girl looked up to Tanner, unsure of his reaction to what had been a covert practice beyond his knowledge ... but saw too, that the bitchy fat blonde was in control at the moment. Tanner said nothing more, virtually staggering out in shock as the chubby girl’s eyes remained on him, while the ginger girl who’d once been her tormentor, put her head between broad thighs lifted high, and gratefully licked at the spice of the blonde’s sweaty and highly seasoned pucker.
Clara ducked round the side of the building and watched Tanner depart in a state of shock. His rational mind resolved to be firmer with his girls following that incident ... but he knew, somehow, that it wouldn’t happen with the blonde, his cock already stiffening again as he thought on how he could lick that arsehole without seeming submissive. Clara knew his game was up though. Hortense was going to find his conquest so easy. She peeped back through the keyhole after he’d gone, and watched the smile of pleasure on the blonde’s face on pulling her thighs back to get the full benefit of the other girl’s attentive probing of her arsehole as she came, an air of total victory on her face as her cunt was worked to a well deserved orgasm. Clara couldn’t wait to see her with a whip.
Tanner’s fluster was not helped by the arrival of the latest candidate for an administrative task, and he had to be right with this one, as this position would take the recruitment task off his hands, allowing him more time to source wild cunt with his van ... and seek ways of getting his tongue to that blonde’s pucker, without seeming submissive, when adding them to his slave house. He saw her arrive through the window, another buxom woman who could have been the blonde’s mother, if not for her brunette hair up tight in a bun...
He cursed himself for not getting that girl out of his head ... but certain aspects of this woman mimicked a mature version of her. Her shape was a delicious exaggeration of femininity, dressed in a business skirt and matching jacket tight at the waist, somewhat reminiscent of a style from a hundred years ago; those 1950’s documentaries and historical programmes, illustrating women whose style gave him an immediate erection, their femininity flaunted unashamedly, before the ‘de-tuning’ of both masculine and feminine styles over the decades which followed, the bland uniformity of likenesses between clothing of both male and female, reflecting the rise of feminine equality. Tanner’s cock pulsed at seeing her adoption of such an outfit, it was becoming more and more popular once more; he and other males couldn’t know that this was due to things in female minds having come full circle - having long seen equality, women would now openly flaunt the wares of their sexuality once more - now that they prepared to assume the role of the dominant sex throughout society.
He slipped his hand through his garments and played with his cock as she strutted on tall heels toward his office door with an air of authority, he already longing to come again as he studied the graceful movement of her middle-aged curves. Even the impatient rap at the door which followed the ringing of the bell, not helping the budding erection, his disguisal of as he adjusted his clothing, causing the miniscule delay in his answering. She strutted in without announcing who she was, it being obvious, and she being a very confident woman, and sat in the chair set back opposite his desk which he’d placed strategically so’s to get a good look at her. She looked contemptuously at him as he squeaked out her name through a lump in his throat.
“Miss Norma Greer?” She smirked at him through her glasses as he edged round to his desk, she making no attempt to move the chair forward, though patently aware of the reason for its positioning.
“Why of course, I’ve come here to see if I find your advertised position acceptable to me.” Tanner’s cock boned to an erection, the bulge in his leggings safely out of sight behind the desk as he took in the confidence of her voice and the bold cheek of her remark, his eyes taking in the lush contrast between the width of her broad thighs and hips in contrast to her slender waist ... which contrasted with the width of her ample bust above it. His cock pulsed lustily as she crossed her legs, giving him a good view of her thigh, and wagged the tall and delightfully spiked shoe playfully, her eyes enjoying watching him swallow hard as he fought to utter another sentence.
“What ... what interests you most about the position?” She refused to stay seated, smiling broadly as she stood, and showed him a profile of her mature curves as she peered wistfully through the window at the park buildings peeping above the hill in the distance.
“You can see from my resume, that I’ve worked in both penal institutions and hotel and leisure businesses, and the chance to work in the combination of the two excites me no end...” She smiled at him serenely and with an air of naturally authority.
“Being in control of who comes to work here will be such a pleasure when you appoint me ... I’ll ensure that no males are employed here, not even in maintenance ... you wouldn’t want any competition in any respect, I can sense that.” Tanner’s decision was already made, and made for him. He asked several trivial questions of Miss Greer ... all the time wondering why such a superb woman was still a Miss; divorced?, lesbian? ... or simply the owner of males at random? Either way, she was an exciting prospect who’d have no interest in his personal behaviour ... or so he thought. He showed her the office she’d occupy in recruitment, and she grinned with smug approval on seeing it was across the way from his office, out of his earshot, and a window would let her know when he was in his place ... and put in his place he would be. She’d set about destroying any applications from women beyond Hortense Barber’s control, and busy herself installing the feminine takeover required.
Hortense grinned with the promise of sadism, her sexual arousal growing as Amanda Seeger, the latest woman to be elevated to the nation’s senate, smartly whipped a leashed and naked male to her feet, the tears if his downfall evident, exciting Hortense’s cunt with the pleasure of his humiliation. The male was a politician, a member of the once wholly male senate, Victor Banks ... the very person who’d manipulated Madam Seeger’s elevation. Once arrogant and chauvinistic, he’d let his weakness for stern women slip to the politically ambitious Amanda, and had been duly dominated by her. His tears were as much in bewilderment as much as in shame, Amanda having told him him he was no longer of any use to her, and would be passed on to a friend.
Hortense sneered with contempt as the naked Banks grovelled at her feet, his erection evident with submissive pleasure despite his worthless predicament, plying his lips to the dominant woman’s tall heels in an attempt to curry favour from whom he thought would keep him as a pet, a gimp ... or as a mere amusement, or even just to pass him on when tired of him.
“Does he know what’s in store for him?”. The curling smile of Amanda was brought to a sneering smile as she enhanced the pleasure of her defeating him, with a sharp stroke of her whip.
“Not entirely ... I thought you’d like to have that pleasure ... especially as he’s more than earned it...” Banks felt the jerk of his leash, his present owner commanding she, his owner to be, and the audience of smiling women also in attendance, saw the enjoyable expressions on his tearful and defeated face, as his crime ... and punishment to come was discussed. Amanda pulled the collar noose-like as she continued with spiteful pleasure.
“The whip and threat of castration soon had him confessing to the corruption in the senate, he as guilty as the other men ... and going right to the top...” She grinned down at the weeping and quivering Banks, letting him know the dialogue was as much for him as Hortense and the watching women, they already aware of the monumental change to come.
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