A couple of hours before the party is scheduled to start, matron Delores, four big male guards from the men's section and I go down to the isolation section to inspect the condition of the prisoner Kim.

Her welts are healing well, however still too visible to present her at the party. A new prisoner normally attracts high bidding from the guests but she must be in pristine condition, so Kim would have to wait until the next occassion. Pointing to matron Delores, I ordered the male guards "get this one ready for the party."

There was a reason for having four strong male guards here for this. Delores immediately began kicking and fighting as she screamed and swore. What a wildcat she was, big and strong. It took at least three of the men to get her up to the 'party room' and into position.

A lot of revenue comes from the bidding of the guests for the right to play with an inmate for an evening. There are no complaints from the regulars, however, as the proceeds go into the making of a luxury dungeon out of an old classroom. There are comfortable chairs and lounges for all guests; warm decor with accoustics designed to take the irritating shrillness out of the screaming; a generous selection of bondage furniture and punishment toys and a small, curtained stage area where a setting may be prepared for the opening entertainment. It was in this area where the naked Delores was secured, hands over head, ankles three feet apart secured to floor rings and gagged to prevent her yelling and swearing from giving away her 'act.'

Another feature of the party complex was a pair of small ajoining rooms with one-way glass so any high profile celebrities concerned about anonymity could watch discreatly. With one of these observation rooms not being required for special guests tonight, Kim was secured to a seat in one to allow her some insight into the nature of our regular parties.

When all the guests had arrived, I took my place at the front of the stage to announce: "Welcome again friends and special guests to our regular sado party. Tonight we have a special feature for your sadistic pleasure." With that I made a grandios wave at the curtain which opened to reveal the captured Delores.

After a bit of a gasp, a buzz went through the guests. They'd seen the amozonian Delores many times before but always on the handle end of the whip.

While the audience was stilll buzzing, Imanez, the most skillful man with a whip took his position in front of his victim with a seven foot bullwhip to begin. The first lazy swing initially touched Delores' left hip, the last eighteen inches snaking around to snap accross her broad ass.

Obviously, the first contact produces little pain, the end of the whip picks up speed as it whips around, so there is much more impact at its tip. The following backhand initially touched her right hip, the end of the whip stinging her left cheek.

Though there certainly wasn't unbearable pain at this time, the enraged Delores screamed and swore into her gag. The strokes came with gradually more enthusiasm, about ten more forehands and backhands stinging the big matron's ass.

Then Imanez started working up her back with the bullwhip with increasing zeal. When he got to the point where the tip was wrapping around to catch the side of her generous breast, she finally started to flinch on impact.

After the broad back had been thoroughly steaked he started on the spread thighs. First at the knee, working upward to the tender part at the top of the thigh so the tip whipped around to sting and mark the most sensitive, soft inner thigh. Up one leg, then the other, about ten strokes on each, by this time all strokes were hard and Delores was doing quite an entertaining dance while the gag continued to spare the guests having to listen to her outraged swearing.

Return to the back, concentrating on the tip's final most stinging touch on the side of her, obviously now distressed, tits.

Enough of the whip-around action. Time for the flicking or snapping of the seven foot whip's tip on targetted areas which, of course would be the most sensitive. He started gaging his range and accuracy on her exposed armpits. Until his accuaracy was in tune he'd struck the tender inside of her upper arm and top of the ribs a couple of times.

Satisfied he was ready, Imanez took a flick at Delores' left breast. Then the right. Then the crotch. Now her swearing was turning to cries of pain. Around he went again: one breast, second breast, cunt.

Around and around. After three on each target I was afraid Delores was having trouble breathing, her nose running, trying to pant and gasp around the gag, so I stopped the procedings for a few seconds to remove it, then gave Imenez the sign to continue.

Back to the routine: snap one breast, then the other, then the cunt. The swearing had given way to wailing. For the first time anyone present had seen, Delores' face was streaked with tears while wails turning to screams was contunuous.

I could observe the guests were enjoying the entertainment. Most of those, male or female, who had brought slaves now had them giving their owners sexual relief in one way or another. Occassionally, slaves would be lent or traded to associate guests for their pleasure

After about twenty blows to each target, she was screamed out. Only hoarse indescribable sounds came from her mouth now. At last she could stand no more as her head slumped forward, unconscious. She'd absorbed at least two hundred strokes of the evil tool.

Her body from neck to knees was covered with welts. Where welts crossed, droplets of blood were quite visible. What had been mouthwatering tits were now gobs of raw meat hanging on her chest while blood ran down her inner thighs and dripped on the floor.

This had been, by far, the most severe punishment anyone had ever seen in this room. The guests were all excited. I knew the bidding would be high and the treatment cruel for the inmates about to be auctioned off.

"Take her to the infirmiry," I ordered the guards, "and tell the medics I want her back on the job in a week."