Don Astin - Punishment Buch

Olympia Press Novel

Punishment by Don Astin

Laura is seriously injured in an S&M swap-club orgy, after which she and her brother get revenge in a slow, excruciating, carefully planned punishment based on the extreme fears and phobias of every person who took part!
One by one the sadistic men and women who took such delight in torturing her at the party are brought to the edge, and sometimes tipped over, into their darkest nightmares, with pain, deprivation and humiliation, including a coloured guy to rape a racist, a homosexual to assault a homophobic and finally total transformation into a woman of a macho man!

From the book: ‘ … Laura reached down and grabbed Maria by the front of the dress, ripping the garment as she yanked her to her feet. Deliberately, she finished tearing the front open, exposing the beauty’s deep tan dramatized by the white lace bra and panties she wore.
"How nice of you to come calling," Laura said. "I’ll not forget what a striking impression you made when we last met."
"But receiving punishment is your profession, isn’t it?" Maria said lamely.
"No," Laura replied. "By profession I’m a prostitute. You provided me with so much amateur competition, though, in that field, I may as well give you lessons in this one too."
Maria’s voice was hoarse, barely audible, as the recollection of the way she had whipped this girl, flailed and discoloured and hurt her body, came crashing back to her. "I’d had too much to drink. Rocco kept filling our glasses and getting us all drunk. Surely you don’t think we’d do things like that if we had all our senses.
Laura looked at Rocco’s expression as his wife tried to blame him for what had happened. It was a good thing he was in that cage. He looked capable of killing her.
She marched Maria, her shredded dress hanging from her bound wrists, to the cage.
With Cooper’s help, holding the woman after the flail was untied from her, Laura wired Maria’s wrists high and around the cage of pipes, the cage that held her husband.
Then she untied the silk scarves that secured Rocco’s wrists to the bars. "You heard her, Rocco," Laura reminded him.
"And when I told her the condition you were in, played the recordings of your pain and showed her pictures," Cooper added, "she wanted to have a party because that meant you couldn’t come interrupt it!"
Rocco’s jaw hardened. His eyes narrowed.
"They’re lying, Rocky, dear," Maria almost screamed. "You know what kind of people they are. Don’t believe them!"
"Of course, Maria, dear," Rocky said, his mouth smiling, his eyes deadly. "I understand." His left hand reached out, pressed the back of her head, forcing her face against the bars of the cage. His right hand began slapping her between the bars for all the world like a musician striking G, B and D notes on a musical staff!
"Rocky!" Maria cried. "I’m your wife! Don’t!"
Then she felt the flail in Laura’s hands, felt the first searing blow of it across her back and screamed from the pain of it. There was the soft hissing sound once again and Maria braced, catching it this time across the shoulders. And then her rump.
Now it was the back of her legs, a fan-shaped marking across the back from the other side. And Laura was having a feeling deep inside her she couldn’t understand as Maria’s screams and wails alternated with the softer sobs.
It was a total sense of pitilessness! She stopped to watch Maria as coldly objectively as if she were any other sort of laboratory specimen. She watched that beautiful tanned body change colour visibly, a kaleidoscope, a television screen with a bizarre picture, as the bruises and welts developed and defined themselves.
And on Rocco’s face she saw that same complete objectivity. The hatred was gone now. And she saw no love.