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Idaho's Revenge Ch. 01

By: adoration



Author's note: this is a continuation of Six Have Fun at the Ranch, a four-part account of sex slave Idaho's trials and tribulations at the Hunts' Nevada ranch. Following the death of her former "master" and the imprisonment of her former "mistress", Idaho was bequeathed the ranch and $20 million. She has now acquired a sex slave of her own, one of her former tormentors, Kelly Shaw. Readers may care to catch up on the background in chapter 4 of Six Have Fun, but it's probably not really necessary. The story is, of course, pure fantasy.

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It's often said, thought Idaho, as she continued 19-year-old Kelly's punishment, that ex-poachers make the best gamekeepers. In the month since Kelly Shaw had approached her on release from the youth offenders' prison, Idaho had proved that when it came to erotic sadism she had learned a lot by being the Hunts' sex slave.

Kelly, now 19 nearing 20, had been imprisoned for two years by the judge for her part in the sex games the Hunts and her parents had played with Idaho. She had been released after serving 12 months and now, the boot was on the other foot, as they say.

In fact, Kelly - a pert-breasted 34-23-34 blonde - was now naked on a punishment machine that had cost Idaho almost $800, and was undergoing a rigorous pussy punishment. She was, of course, secretly enjoying it.

She was enjoying it because, after her time in juvenile prison, Kelly had become a devout masochist. Aware that Idaho was now the proud owner of the late Mr Hunt's ranch and had received $20 million from his will, Kelly decided to call on Idaho on her release.

It had been an awkward few moments, until Idaho realised - to her astonishment - that Kelly was offering herself to Idaho as a sex slave.

"I was subjected to some awful things in prison," she told the statuesque, five feet 10 inches tall blonde, with the stunning 38-26-36 figure. "Not only from the guards - and even the prison superintendent - but from my fellow prisoners," she told Idaho.

"Now I find I crave strict attention and I just thought it only fair to let you know of my change of personality and to offer myself to you. I'll have to use a subterfuge to clear it with my probation officer, of course."

That had been easy. A stern-looking but really rather soft probation officer had visited the ranch with Kelly in tow, been impressed by Idaho's sincere protestations that she had fully forgiven the youngster for her part in the sexual indignities visited on her.

"I think Kelly was led astray by her parents", said Idaho - and the new ranch owner promised to keep Kelly busy around the ranch, while giving her excellent board and lodging.

Idaho was certainly keeping her "busy"!

When word came through from the probation department that Kelly would be moving into Idaho's "care and supervision" in a couple of days, Idaho went to the internet and purchased an expensive pussy punisher. The company advertised it as "perfect for keeping your bitch in line - and works just as well on male slaves, too!"

The metal frame was designed so that Kelly could kneel on leather-padded boards and hold onto sort of bicycle handlebars at the front of the frame. Her wrists were pinned to the ends of the handlebars by sturdy leather straps.

Kelly knelt naked on the machine, her knees wide apart, leaving her pussy totally exposed to the "punisher" set on the floor below her kneeling body. The "punisher" was attached to the base of the frame and was hinged, so that when Idaho pressed her foot down on a pedal the "punisher" would spring up and strike the victim on her pussy.

The pedal was attached to a long metal rod and could be placed where the slave could see it, and thus anticipate the stroke, or behind her body out of sight so she would have no idea when the blow would be delivered. It was this position that Idaho had chosen for the youngster's punishment today.

Since it was a glorious summer's day, Idaho had chosen to perform Kelly's punishment outside, on the beautifully-manicured lawn by the swimming pool. The hot sun beat down on the young blonde's naked body, protected only by the sun tan lotion which gleamed on her body.

Idaho, though, was lounging in comfort on a comfortable deck chair, wearing a sexy little PVC bikini, her body shaded by a large umbrella. As she punished Kelly, she sipped from time to time at the large margarita her cook-cum-maid, Donita, provided her from the kitchen.

This was to be Terry's second protracted pussy punishment since her arrival. For the first, Idaho had reminded her of the "card game" punishments Kelly, her mother and Mrs Hunt, had inflicted on her the day they all became aware of the explosion which had killed Mr Hunt, Mr Shaw and Kelly's brother, Timmy.

"You remember that punishment game, don't you Kelly?" Idaho had said, smiling at her slave. "I received 120 strokes on my naked pussy - what did Mrs Hunt call it? 'Stringent even by our standards', I seem to recall."

Kelly nodded, remembering the floggings the three women had meted out to Idaho. "Yes, I remember, Mistress Idaho," she had replied, quietly.

"Well Kelly, since that's what you all gave me, that's what you're going to get once a fortnight - once a fortnight because even the Hunts realised that this is a stern punishment. Only in your case, it's going to 121 strokes. You should get more, even if it's only a token. I think that's only fair don't you?"

That conversation had taken place a fortnight ago, and now Kelly was naked and in place for Idaho's second display of female domination using the "PPP" - the pussy punishment platform.

"Are you ready, Kelly?" Idaho called, settling herself comfortable into the deck chair, her margarita at the ready.

"Yes, mistress," the 19-year-old called and without giving her victim a moment to gather her thoughts, Idaho pressed the sole of her high-heeled shoe smartly down on the pedal plunger.

The leather flogging tip cracked home against Kelly's defenceless pussy, "Aaaaargh," the girl called out, as the implement, the width of her pussy, cracked against her anus, cunt, labia, clitoris and mound.

"This machine comes with various pussy punishers, I'm using the narrowest today, rather than the heart-shaped one you enjoyed the first time," Idaho informed her slave, as she noted the infliction of the first stroke on a pad. "Does it sting?"

Kelly nodded her head, violently. "Very much, mistress," she gasped, as the shock of the stroke still coursed through her.

"Don't worry," said Idaho, sipping on a fresh stretch of salt encrusted on the rim of her margarita glass, "only another 120 to go, darling!"

And with that she plunged her foot down again on the pedal.

"Aaaargh!" Kelly cried, arching her body and writhing her buttocks about wildly as the leather lash whipped onto her minge once more.

"I'm going to give you a batch of 30 before giving you a little rest," said Idaho, when the naked blonde had finally quietened and calmed down. "That's nice of me, isn't it?" she inquired, relishing in the role reversal since a year ago.

"Yes, mistress, thank-you mistress," said Kelly, before Idaho, with another push of her foot, sent the girl into another frenzy of writhing and wriggling.

This time, Idaho let her victim calm down completely. She sipped on her margarita again, licking her lips to flick some more salt from the rim of the glass, then she idly flicked some pages of the magazine she was reading. Minutes ticked by, Kelly waited, her sweating body gleaming, her heart pounding in anticipation of the next stroke.

Idaho had a shock in store for her, though. She stepped on the pedal, Kelly wriggled and writhed, then, while the girl was still threshing in her bonds, Idaho gave her another blast.

"Aaaaarch!" the 19-year-old yelled, at the sudden receipt of two rapid-fire blows.

"Oh, sorry, Kelly," Idaho mocked her, "did that second one catch you by surprise?"

There followed a sullen silence. Plunge went the shoe on the pedal, "Aaaargh", cried the naked blonde.

"I asked you a fucking question Kelly," Idaho reminded her. "And when I ask a question I expect an answer!"

Kelly was panting and heaving. "Sorry mistress, yes, mistress, you caught me by surprise, mistress," she gabbled, wishing like hell that she could use a hand to rub her burning pussy to alleviate her pulsing pain.

Idaho took her time, mostly giving her prisoner a stroke every minute or two, but once - just to keep her alert - she pressed the pedal down once, twice, three times in the space of only 10 seconds. The treble torment made Kelly arch and writhe and wriggle her lovely body far longer than usual!

Idaho had now finished her margarita and she looked towards the back of the house. Seated at the ranch slider doors of the lounge, her 30-year-old maid-cum-cook Donita was sitting naked in an easy chair, one large-thighed leg slung over an arm, one hand buried in her dark-haired pussy.

With a wave of her empty glass, Idaho indicated that she needed her drink replenished, and Donita slipped on high heels and waddled out to the punishment scene.

The large busted Mexican took the glass, then stepped over to where Kelly knelt on the platform. "Plenty more puneeeshment for you, eh?" she laughed, slapping a meaty hand across Kelly's bare left buttock, leaving a crimson imprint.

Kelly remained silent, so Idaho flicked the pedal down, forcing the flogger up against her pussy: "Donita asked you a question, Kelly. Answer her, you know the drill."

"Yes, Miss Donita, plenty more," said Kelly.

"And Kelly," said Idaho, "don't think for one moment that the last stroke you received is in the 121 count. It was inflicted for being rude to my maid, and I will not tolerate rudeness."

"Yes, mistress," said Kelly, "I'm sorry, mistress."

"Good, glad we understand each other," said Idaho, pressing the plunger down again, sending her slave into another paroxysm of pain.

Idaho had burned three more strokes into her slave by the time Donita returned to the scene, carrying a tray with two glasses, one obviously Idaho's margarita.

The other was a large glass containg ominously yellow-looking liquid. "I thought Meees Kelly may be a leeetle thirsty, out 'ere in the sun, meestress," said the busty Mexican, "so I brought 'er a leeetle drink. May I geeeve it to 'er?"

Idaho smiled: "Really, Donita, I sometimes think you are far to easy-going on our little slave here. But it's a lovely thought. Would you like a refreshing drink, darling?"

Kelly, after a month in residence at the ranch, knew very well what the answer was. "Oh yes, thank-you mistress, that would be lovely," she answered, though not sounding totally convincing!

And the naked Mexican walked around to the front of the punishment frame and placed the rim of the glass to Kelly's lips. "Just a leeetle seep, first, eh missy?" smiled Donita, as she made the slave girl drink just some of the contents. Kelly grimaced as she drank down the salty-tasting liquid.

Idaho sipped on her second margarita and asked, all sweetly innocent: "And what is that drink, Donita has been so kind to bring out to you, Kelly?"

"It's urine, Mistress Idaho," the slave girl answered.

"And is it nice, Kelly?" Idaho pressed her.

"It's lovely, mistress," said the 19-year-old.

"Oh goody, she likes it. Give her some more, Donita," Idaho instructed her employee. Donita "refreshed" the naked girl.

After Kelly had drained the glass, Idaho plunged down the pedal, sending the girl into a threshing trembling, then she asked her: "And would you like Donita to bring you another glass later, my dear?"

Kelly, still panting from the previous stroke, gasped: "Yes, please, mistress, that would be lovely."

Idaho nodded and told Donita she could leave. Then she inflicted the final blows of the first batch of 30 and stood up from beneath her umbrella.

The statuesque dominatrix stepped in front of Kelly and gave her a slow kiss full on the mouth. "Time for your rest, I think Kelly, won't that be nice?" she asked.

Kelly nodded, her blue eyes wide as she knew what was coming next.

Idaho then knelt on the warm grass in front of Kelly's naked body and placed both her hands on the girl's quivering buttocks. Her tongue then flicked out along the flogger-enflamed pussy and began to lick and kiss at its engorged flesh.

For a while the attentions of Idaho's mouth on her pussy made Kelly buck and writhe, as the oral adoration served only to increase the pain in her pussy. Then, as she calmed, Kelly began to experience the intense pleasure of the erotic attentions until she was starting to press her punished pussy down on Idaho's mouth.

Sensing that the slave girl was about to lose control, the big blonde pulled her mouth away, stood up and kissed Kelly slowly on the mouth.

The girl was frantic. "No, please don't stop, mistress, please, please let me come!"

But Idaho's response was a smile and a slap across one of the girl's buttocks. "Sorry, Kelly, but it's time we continued with your flogging - you've been allowed quite long enough to rest."

And Idaho resumed her seat, sucked some more margarita down and her foot tapped the pedal, again driving Kelly wild with pain and unsatisfied lust.

And so the punishment continued, out beneath the hot Nevada sun, which was also punishing, in its own way. After the second batch of 30 strokes, Donita arrived to present her mistress with another margarita and her mistress's slave with another cold glass of piss.

Idaho once more brought the lovely young blonde agonisingly close to orgasm before halting her cunnilingus punishment. Then she surprised the 19-year-old, by releasing her from her kneeling position and escorting her to the pool, its blue waters shimmering in the sunshine.

"Let's take a dip, darling," said Idaho, "I think it's time you really cooled down."

And hand-in-hand the tall 39-year-old and the shorter girl 20 years her junior, stepped into the pool. For Idaho, of course, it was a refreshing dip, but for Kelly the salty waters of the pool attacked her tortured pussy like a million daggers being thrust into her snatch!

"No, please, please let me out," the girl protested, but Idaho, taller and stronger, both physically and mentally than the young Californian, laughed at the youngster's pleadings and pushed her into the water until she submerged. Kelly rose to the surface spluttering and Idaho placed a strong hand on her neck and once more plunged her beneath the water.

Kelly again re-surfaced, blowing water from her mouth, the salty pool still stinging her sex trench, although the pain was now beginning to fade. Finally, it was just a dark glowing pain and Kelly found herself able to swim a little, as Idaho stroked her way professionally down the pool in a confident freestyle.

Donita arrived poolside with a large towel for her mistress. Idaho swam to where she stood and told her maid: "Get Kelly back on the frame, while I do a few more lengths. Oh, and when you've done that, you can give her half a dozen strokes, just to keep her mind occupied until I get back."

"Thank-you, meeestress," said the large-busted Mexican and with a snap of her fingers ordered Kelly: "Get your sexy leeetle white ass out, missy."

The young blonde clambered from the pool and, still dripping wet, walked with the large Mexican to the pussy punishment platform. Idaho trod water in the deep end, nearest to where Kelly was again imprisoned, looking on admiringly at the way the water made a sexy sheen on her firm young body.

Then she saw Donita sit down in the deck chair and Kelly's body stiffen in agony as the maid-and-cook pressed her foot down on the punishment pedal.

"Aaaargh!" Kelly yelled as her pussy was again assailed by the slim leather flogger.

Idaho smiled at her former tormentress's predicament.

Yes, she thought, revenge surely is sweet.

To be continued...

Idaho's Revenge Ch. 02



Idaho relaxed in her sun lounger, the warm Nevada sun beating down on her naked, suntan lotion-glistening body as she sipped on a large salt-encrusted glass of margarita that her Mexican maid-cum-chef Donita had provided her a few minutes ago. Yummy, thought Idaho, this is so nice I'd better be careful I don't become addicted.

As she lay sunning her stunningly-built five feet 10 inch body, her lush 38-inch breasts glowing golden brown in the light, she looked on with amusement as Donita enjoyed herself with Idaho's sex slave, the lovely young blonde Terry, 19. Terry, thought Idaho, wasn't enjoying herself quite as much. 

Donita, her big brown breasts revealed in erotic uplift in a black leather quarter-cup bra was riding the slave around the superbly manicured lawn in front of the ranch's swimming pool. Across the slave girl's sweating back was strapped a brown leather saddle, with short stirrups into which Donita had placed her riding boots, ensuring that Terry had to endure her rider's full 125-pound weight.

A red rubber bit with short reins was in the 30-year-old Mexican woman's right hand and a vicious little riding crop in her left. The slave's bare buttocks were displaying the streak marks of persuasion that Donita had been administering during her ride. The only concession to the slave's comfort were knee pads to ease her movement on the grass, and little red boxing gloves to protect her hands during her struggles around the rectangular course Donita chose to adopt.

What could not be seen from where Idaho was spectating, was that a seven-inch vaginal intruder was set in the center of the saddle, which was purely for the rider's pleasure, and was the reason why Donita was riding minus panties!

Already the large Mexican woman had enjoyed two orgasms during her 20-minute ride around the lawn on the much smaller blonde, her body a glimmering sheen of sweat thanks to her equine exertions.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, the one afternoon in the week which Idaho had set aside as a period when Donita could dominate the ex-youth prison inmate. At other times during the week, Idaho would permit Donita brief periods of fun with the lovely young slave girl, and every morning Terry would have to perform cunnilingus on the Mexican's steamy snatch prior to breakfast, as an initial humiliation before the day's games, but Idaho had now decreed that Wednesday afternoons were purely "Donita's Domination Day", although, strictly speaking, not an entire day.

Idaho took another suck on her margarita, then stepped to the side of the pool and executed a graceful swan dive into the deep end, gasping with delight as she surfaced and began to free-style her way back and forth in the warm waters. As she did, she heard cries of delight coming from the lawn area, where Donita was obviously experiencing the third orgasm of her ride.

After a refreshing, heart-pounding work out, Idaho emerged from the pool to find that Donita was strapping Terry into the portable flogging frame, which she had obviously ordered the teenager to wheel out onto the lawn from the large ranch equipment shed.

Idaho towelled herself down and called on Donita to smear warm lotion all over her statuesque figure, before resuming her place on the lounger, lying face down this time, after arranging the poolside piece of furniture so it was facing the flogging frame and Kelly's nude body.

She watched as Donita proceeded to whip the lovely young slave's breasts, buttocks and back with a cruel-looking single-thonged lash. Next she worked the girl's pussy over with a rubber paddle, which would sting but not inflict anywhere near the agony Idaho could deliver with the Pussy Punishment Platform, one reason why she only allowed herself one session a fortnight with Kelly strapped to it.

In many ways, Idaho had adopted with Kelly exactly the same methods as Mr and Mrs Hunt had used on her. Kelly's body was there to be flogged, not flayed. Breaking the flesh was a no-no. Urine punishments were, of course, part of the system, but faeces were definitely out. Multiple orgasm games were in, but Terry was not punished beyond her youthfully strong ability to take it.

The slave girl enjoyed, as Idaho had with the Hunts, the best of food as beautifully prepared by Donita, also the best of wines and other refreshing drinks during those meals.

She was also allowed plenty of time to work on her fitness in the superbly-equipped gymnasium. She mainly slept with Idaho, although at times she was permitted to sleep alone in her own bed. Terry, truth be told, preferred to sleep with Idaho where she could attend to her mistress's personal needs.

It was all in all, thought Idaho, an extremely satisfactory arrangement. The days were designed to keep Terry occupied. After breakfast, she was allowed to work out in the gym, sometimes with Idaho, sometimes under the supervision of Idaho's lash, sometimes alone.

In the morning there was usually a "tow rope" torture, when she was walked around the track which Idaho had been punished over by the Hunts, Idaho being careful to ply her with plenty of cold bottled urine for "refreshments" after each orgasm.

Then she would be set to work, cleaning the pool, mowing the lawn, or simply lounging on a recliner beside her mistress by the pool. Many masochistic young ladies, Idaho thought, would have a far harder time being a sex slave to a demanding mistress.

Sometimes the afternoon would be spent "playing games" in the torture chamber, and where Idaho would enjoy making Kelly lick urine from her body, after it had been sprayed there either by Kelly herself, or Donita, when Idaho allowed the Mexican to help her in a "double domme".

After a finely-cooked dinner, there was usually time to watch a video or two from the vast library of erotic and pornographic DVDs which Idaho had amassed in the past 12 months or so. Then it would be time for bed, and usually a nice orgasm for Idaho before she fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

The next day dawned hot and sunny as usual and Idaho had just got back from a lovely drive around the tow rope torture route – Kelly experiencing three powerful orgasms during her punishment, thanks to the chafing rope between her thighs.

As Idaho and Kelly swam several refreshing laps, Donita was seen running out poolside, wearing a T-shirt beneath which her big breasts jounced superbly, and a pair of blue jeans. "A visitor," she hissed to Idaho, passing the two women towels as they climbed from the water. "I've got 'er waiting in the keetchen, 'aving a coffee. She's government!"

Idaho felt an instant tightening of her stomach, then she and Kelly walked towards the house. Idaho peered round the corner of the building and saw a large Chevrolet parked on the white pebble-covered forecourt. Emblazoned on its driver's side door was a state emblem, above it the letters "NPS", below it the words "Nevada Probation Service".

"Fuck, I hope this doesn't mean trouble," said Idaho, as she and Kelly walked into the house and then along to the kitchen, where they found the woman probation officer who had organised Idaho's "care and protection" of Kelly.

"Hi, remember me," the woman called out cheerfully, "Sadie Bell. How's it all goin'?" 

"Hi," said Idaho, advancing to the kitchen table where Ms Bell sat and shaking her by the hand. "Kelly, come say hi to Ms Bell."

Kelly shuffled over and shook the probation officer's hand. 
Hi, Ms Bell," she said, in almost a whisper.

"And how's Idaho lookin' after you," asked the woman. "Not being too tough on you, I hope." And she burst into laughter.

Kelly shook her head violently – a little too violently, thought Idaho.

"No, no, I'm thoroughly enjoying being in her care," said Kelly, sounding a little more natural, though Idaho.

"Mind if we go upstairs – somewhere quiet, more private," said Ms Bell, indicating Donita, who was preparing something for lunch, but obviously taking in every word.

"No, no, of course not," said Idaho. "Shall we go up to your room, Kelly?"

And the teenager, nude beneath the large towel, led the way.

Inside the large bedroom, Ms Bell sat herself down on Kelly's bed and looked at Idaho. "Sorry about the surprise," she said, "but for visits like these the service insists we don't forecast our arrival. I'm sure you understand."

Idaho thought "Yes, I understand, fuck it!" "No problem, Ms Bell," she said, feeling very worried, though. "How can we help?"

"Well," said Ms Bell, clearing her throat, "first up's a little check out on Kelly here's physical condition. We just want to make sure she's in good health, though I must say she looks fantastic."

Kelly glanced in trepidation at Idaho. "Go ahead," said Idaho, fearing the worst.

Ms Bell looked up at Kelly, who looked as if she was going to burst into tears. "Strip off, darling," said the probation officer, "let me get a good look at you."

With trembling hands, Kelly removed the towel and stood nude before the officer. Idaho looked at the young girl's heaving breasts, striped with red lines from where Donita had worked on her glorious boobs while the slave girl had been strapped to the flogging frame the day before.

Ms Bell stood and looked at the blue-eyed blonde, running her hand over the girl's thighs, then belly, which was also streaked with whip marks.

"Turn around, please my dear," she ordered, and Idaho shuddered at the sight of the youngster's back. Across her strong young shoulder blades, criss-crossed stripes were still there from the previous day's flogging – faint, maybe, but unmistakeable.

Ms Bell traced her hands over Kelly's buttocks. Here the teen was similarly marked by fading but undeniable whip marks.

Then, to Idaho's utter amazement, Ms Bell smiled: "Perfect, looks like you're being really well looked after, Kelly. And the food's good?"

"Yes, er yes, er, food's fantastic," stammered Kelly, like Idaho absolutely nonplussed at the probation officer's remarks.

"And getting plenty of exercise, Kelly?" asked the officer.

Kelly nodded: "I work out in the gym almost every day, don't I Miss Idaho?"

"She sure does, I make sure of that," said Idaho, feeling far more relieved.

"I'm sure you do, my dear," Ms Bell addressed the ranch owner, "I'm sure you do."

Ms Bell then resumed her seat, oblivious to the fact that Kelly remained naked before her.

Kelly spoke: "Er, Ms Bell, er may I?" And with a kick of her foot, indicated the towel lying on the floor.

"Oh, sorry, Kelly, sure, put that towel back on – though it seems a pity to cover such a lovely young body!" said Ms Bell.

When Kelly was again covered by the towel, Ms Bell turned to Idaho. "Now, I can see everything here's just fine, but there's one other thing. I was at the youth prison yesterday – having problems with one of the young things – and I was chatting to the superintendent, you remember Ms Harding, Kelly, and she asked after you when I said I was coming out here."

Kelly gave a bit of a start, Idaho noticed it and she was sure Ms Bell did, too. Kelly had told Idaho about the "games" the sadistic Ms Harding, a well-built but strict black woman, had played with her some nights in the prison, when Kelly had been ordered to report to her private quarters.

Ms Bell continued: "And she asked Idaho, if you would mind terribly if she paid a visit so's she could kinda' get reacquainted with the lovely Kelly here? Seems like Kelly made a big impression on her."

Idaho permitted herself a silent chuckle. From what Kelly had told her, it was Ms Harding who had made the "big impression"!

She was about to answer, when Kelly got in before her. "That would be lovely, I'd love to see her again – as long as Miss Idaho here would act as chaperone, if you get my drift," the youngster replied.

Idaho smiled at her slave. You masochistic little slut, she thought, before adding: "Sounds find to me, and it sure sounds find to Kelly."

Ms Bell stood, smoothed her skirt, and smiled at the pair. "Good, well that's settled then. Now I'll be on my way. Idaho, can we talk outside?" And with that she left Kelly's bedroom as the teenager dived for some clothes to put on.

Idaho walked downstairs behind the probation officer and stepped outside with her into the sunshine.

Ms Bell opened the car door and then turned to Idaho: "Great to see you're keeping that young lady on her toes, Idaho. By the way, before I went to the house I popped my head round the barn door."

Idaho blanched. That was where she kept the pussy punisher, the flogging frame, a little pony cart and various other items used for disciplining her blonde sex slave!

"Those pussy punishers are great, aren't they?" the probation officer smiled. "Ten minutes on one of them and even my most recalcitrant offenders realise I mean business," she laughed.

Then she settled down behind the wheel and fired the engine. "I'll get Ms Harding to give you a call to arrange when's the best time for her to visit," she told Idaho.

"And Idaho?"

What has she kept in store for her parting shot, thought Idaho.

"That Mexican lady you got – she sure makes a great cup of coffee. Byeee." And the probation officer grinned a cheeky grin and was gone.

Idaho waited till the car was out of sight down the long, dusty lane about a mile from the ranch's front gates, then sprinted back into the house.

"Where is she?" she snapped at Donita, who gave an "I dunno" shrug of her shoulders.

Idaho raced upstairs and barged into Kelly's bedroom. The blonde was dressed in a sexy little black PVC bikini and lying on her back on her bed.

Idaho had dropped her towel in the rush upstairs and stood, naked and panting in front of her slave.

"What the fuck do you make of that?" she demanded.

Kelly shook her head. "Beats me, as Ms Harding often used to do," she replied, turning her answer into a joke. "You don't think the bitch'll report us, do you?"

Idaho snorted: "Fat chance. She's seen your stripe marks and I think she was just checking on you to see whether it would be OK for the prison super to pay a visit. How do you feel about that – how do you really feel? And don't fuckin' lie to me, you little bitch!"

Kelly smiled. "The super isn't that bad, but she can be cruel. Once I was into the submissive stuff, though, I was enjoying it, although her piss sometimes tastes really – oh, I don't know, really acrid.

"But I'll tell you one thing – she's got a humungous body. I mean it's a fuckin' cracker, you'll drool, Idaho, you really will."

The words turned Idaho on. She climbed onto the bed, straddled the blonde teen's face and tugged on the girl's hair, pulling her face into her pussy. "Eat me!" she demanded. And Kelly obeyed.

After a pulsating orgasm, Idaho and Kelly returned down to the kitchen where Donita served a superb Tex-Mex lunch, washed down with ice cold Coronas. Just as they'd finished, the phone rang.

Idaho picked it up. "Idaho here," she announced, and was greeted by a deep, warm voice.

"Hi Idaho, honey, this here's Tania Harding – that's Tania as in 'Tanyer hide', 'scusin' my little joke," said the caller.

"I've jes had a call from my lovely little PO, who I unnerstand's been visitin' you just recently. Seems like I'm welcome to see how you're gettin' on keepin' the little slut in line."

Idaho whispered "the super" to Kelly, then replied: "Er, yes, that would be fine, when would you like to come?"

"Well, today's Thursday so I thought I'd get away from these ole prison walls 'bout 3 tomorrow afternoon, take some two hours to get to you, so I'll see you Friday evening. Thought I'd stay till Sunday afternoon, if that's OK with you folks."

Idaho nodded: "Seems fine, Tania. Just a couple of things – only you, no others, OK?"

Tania purred from the other end of the line: "Just you's and me, babe seems fine."

Idaho continued: "And no shit, and no breaking of her flesh, OK?"

Tania purred back: "Pity 'bout your rule on shit, baby, but you're the boss. And that last rule's the way I play it here, too. No point in busy-body welfare officers seein' my gals all torn and bleedin', eh?"

Idaho smiled: "Fine, then we'll see you tomorrow evening. I'll alert Pancho on the gate to admit you."

"Great, babe," said Tania. "Oh, Idaho baby, jes' one thing?"

"And that is?" asked Idaho.

"My PO informant tells me the little slut's got a few stripe marks on her tits and ass. Do me a favour, pretty please. When they've faded, don't freshen 'em up. Let me do that, eh?"

Idaho chuckled. "It'll be my pleasure, Tania."

And Kelly's, she thought.

To be continued...



Idaho's Revenge Ch. 03



It was late on Friday afternoon but the Nevada sun was still warm as Idaho, assisted by her 30-year-old Mexican helper, Donita, marched the naked 19-year-old Kelly Shaw out into the lawn by the pool and strapped her into the flogging frame.

No sooner had the task been done than the phone rang in the kitchen. Idaho sprinted inside to get it. The caller was the prison super, Tania Harding.

"Yo, Idaho, how's my slave hangin'," came her cheery inquiry.

"Funny you should say that," said Idaho, "but we've just got her suspended outside in her lovely little flogging frame as a sort of arrival present for you."

"She nekkid?" asked the prison boss.

"As the day she was born," replied Idaho.

"I'm pressin' the pedal to the metal, or whatever the fuck they say, honey, don't touch her till I get there," said Tanya and the connection was terminated.

Back outside, Idaho, dressed in an ultra-teeny bikini, walked over to the 19-year-old, who was starting to sweat in her strapped position. Stroking her softly between her dragged wide thighs, Idaho told her: "That was your former prison superintendent, my dear. Seems like she's really looking forward to playing with you again. Don't get too hot and bothered, now." And with a slap across the youngster's toned thigh, Idaho walked back into the cool of the house. 
 There she and Donita, who was also wearing a sexy little satin bikini and high heels, sipped on long, tall bourbons and coke, and then the buzzer from the guard at the ranch entry went.

Idaho pressed the intercom: "Yo, Pedro?"

"A Mees 'Arding, madam," he told her.

"Send her on up," said Idaho and then she and Donita strolled out to the large reception area in front of the house. It took two minutes for the prison boss's Ford Explorer, in the dull Pueblo Gold colour, to drive up. Out of the vehicle came a statuesque black woman. Idaho instantly realised what Kelly had said about "a body to drool over".

Tania Harding was a stunner. Possibly a year or two older than Idaho's 39, but not much. She wasn't tall – certainly shorter than Idaho's model's height of five foot 10 – but she carried herself with a hauteur that signalled: "Don't mess with me!"

The black beauty was wearing white sox with her smart, brand-new looking white Nike trainers. The sox and shoes contrasted starkly with the tight leather shorts she was wearing and which gleamed tautly across her prominent pudenda. It also gleamed across her majestic buttocks.

On her top, Tania was wearing a black T-shirt with a white lettered logo reading "Look all ya like baby, but don't EVER touch!" She was wearing dark shades.

The prison super climbed from the big Ford and held out her hand to Idaho: "Hi, honey, great body, like the way you work out. And this must be the bossy bitch, Donita. Hi ya, hon."

Idaho shook hands with the statuesque woman, then said: "I'll show you to your room, then I'll re-introduce you to Kelly. She's hanging around out back." The remark brought laughter from all three of the women.

Upstairs, Tania dumped her overnight bag, pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a magnificent pair of large breasts – 40-plus, thought Idaho – with the perkiest big nipples and extra large black areolae surrounding them. Tania pulled on a little military cap and brought a large leather paddle from her bag.

"Take me to the little slut," she grinned, and Idaho led the way.

The two women walked downstairs where they were joined by Donita and the trio marched out into the blazing sun. Out on the lawn, Kelly's nicely suntanned naked body was pouring with sweat as she hung in the flogging frame.

Tania strutted in front of the teenager and grinned a big, toothy smile. "Hiya hon, missed me?"

Kelly looked at the wicked leather paddle and gulped: "Yes, madam superintendent, very much, madam superintendent."

Idaho recognised a tone of utter respect and loyalty ringing through every word her young sex slave uttered.

Tania grinned, moved close to the blonde hanging helplessly before her and kissed her warmly on the mouth, while the leather paddle-holding hand went behind the girl onto her buttocks, and her free hand stroked between the slave's toned thighs.

After a long, lingering kiss, the black woman pulled back and placed the paddle onto Kelly's quivering sex trench. "Time I warmed up that cute little white ass, eh, Goldilocks?" she said, smiling at the perspiration-soaked nude girl.

"Yes, madam superintendent, please, madam superintendent," came Kelly's obedient response. Idaho was again impressed at the way the teenager submitted to the prison woman's suggestions – not, of course, that there was anything the youngster could do about it, her ass was going to be warmed whether she liked it or not! And Idaho knew that she liked it.

The stunningly-built black beauty then walked around behind the girl, but after laying the paddle gently onto the blonde's ass, she turned to Idaho and Donita.

"I'll warm her up prior to a little bit of exercise. Do we have a little haversack she can wear across her shoulders, one that'll take, oh, say three bottles of piss?" she inquired of the two women.

Idaho nodded: "We have one which three pint bottles fit into perfectly. Donita, bring it and three bottles from the fridge."

"And while you're there, get Kelly some sox and trainers, she's gonna do some runnin' for us," said Tania, as Donita headed off towards the house. "And a buggy whip, somethin' I can use from a distance."

Then she pulled her arm back and in a majestic sweep the paddle cut through the air to land with a "Craaaaack" on the girl's buttocks. They bounced and quivered erotically, thought Idaho. The blow also brought an immediate response from the recipient: "One, thank-you madam superintendent, more please, madam superintendent!"

Idaho watched admiringly as the black bird demonstrated her flagellatory prowess, flinging the heavy paddle sexily against the blonde's bouncing buttocks. When Donita came back from the house carrying a heavy knapsack, a five-foot long buggy whip, sox and Nike trainers, Kelly had just panted out: "Sixteen, thank-you madam superintendent, more please, madam superintendent."

But the prison worker had stopped. "Time to get you ready for a nice run," said Tania, and indicated she wanted Idaho to assist her in freeing the blonde from her bonds. When this had been done, Kelly was told to get her sox and trainers on.

After she had straightened up, Tania took the knapsack and placed it over the girl's shoulders, hooking it into place using the two shoulder straps. Kelly struggled under the weight and then stood obediently awaiting further instructions.

"Right, I know you've got a jeep for her tow-rope crotch punishment, so how about gettin' that out here and Kelly and me'll go for a little run roun' the property," said Tania.

Donita went towards the large garage to fetch the jeep, while Tania swished the buggy whip through the air several times, testing its flex. "Nice, jus' nice," she announced, then Donita drove up with the jeep. "You climb aboard and enjoy the action, Idaho," said Tania, "while's me and Kelly work up a sweat."

Idaho swung her superbly-built body up into one of the two rear-facing seats and instructed Donita to move off, slowly. When she did, Tania cracked the buggy whip across Kelly's bare buttocks and barked: "Git runnin', Goldilocks."

Kelly began to run after the jeep ahead, her lovely 34-inch breasts bouncing freely as she tried to keep pace behind the vehicle. Beside her, running surprisingly swiftly for such a large-breasted woman, came Tania, her big boobs jumping and bouncing like a pair of basketballs as she easily kept pace with her co-runner.

After almost a mile of running, occasionally spurred on by the buggy whip, Kelly's body was a mass of gleaming sweat and she was panting as if her heart was going to come up through her throat. Tania, Idaho noticed with admiration, was sweating profusely, but nowhere near as much as the 19-year-old.

"Whoa," called Tania, "comfort stop."

Donita braked the jeep to a halt and Tania stepped behind the gulping blonde girl. Unstrapping the knapsack, she removed a bottle that had once held Coke, but which now was full of a dark amber fluid.

"Time for a little drinkies, eh?" she grinned, removing the screw cap and handing the bottle to Kelly. The young woman gulped some of the saline liquid down, then some more. Finally, after three gulps, Idaho saw that only a few ounces remained in the bottle.

"Here, bitch," said the superintendent, "save some for me!" And to Idaho's utter amazement the black beauty sucked down the final gulp of the urine, smacked her lips together, announced "Lovely, just what the super ordered!" and placed the bottle back in the knapsack on the girl's back.

So the arduous run continued, the super easily keeping apace with her former inmate, the buggy whip sometimes singing out onto the girl's bouncing backside, a stop after another mile or so, the lion's share of the liquid for the blonde, a swift suck for the super, then back on the run.

By the time the two runners arrived back beside the superbly manicured lawn by the pool, sweat was pouring down both their bodies, only Kelly had ingested large amounts of urine – more than two and a half pints, Idaho estimated, and was wheezing as if she was going to heave the contents of her stomach all over the grass.

Idaho dismounted, Donita put the jeep away, and Tania stripped off her sox and trainers, her leather pants, now sopping wet from her exertions to reveal a little black latex thong. She then flung her cap away, helped Kelly out of her knapsack, sox and trainers and the pair leaped into the pool to cool down, closely followed by Idaho.

Later, after a fine meal of Mexican food catered by Donita and accompanied by several cold Coronas, Tania announced: "Now, I know you've gotta lovely little torture chamber, so I suggest a short session of fun with Goldilocks before we all fuck off to bed."

Idaho nodded her agreement.

"Right, little missy," said Tania, "get your scrawny little white ass up to my bedroom, from my brief case get a book – you'll know the book – and my whip, then get back here. Jump!"

As Kelly scampered to her task, Idaho told the superintendent: "Before you start on her down in the chamber, there's one little after-dinner humiliation I make her undergo. That OK with you?"

Tania grinned one of her big, toothy grins. "Long as I get wet watchin' it, Idaho, it's fine by me," she said.

Idaho, who was wearing a metallic blue itsy-bitsy bikini, and Tania, who was nude but for her high heels, then settled on a couch and Idaho nodded to Donita to take center-stage.

The busty nude Mexican, stood with her feet a yard apart, her hirsute pussy revealing glimpses of pink labia lips. As Kelly returned and handed the book – a thick volume of John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath, Idaho noticed – and the whip to her former prison boss, Donita snapped into action.

"Don' think that because madam superintendent's going to have fun with you, I can't, little missy," snapped the Mexican. "You know the after-dinner dessert you like so much, so get down to it."

And Tania watched in appreciation as the young blonde sank to her knees and crawled across to the Mexican's hairy pussy. Placing her hands just beneath the maid's chubby buttock cheeks, the girl began to worship at the 30-year-old's pussy.

"How's she smell?" Tania asked, driving directly to the point.

"Highly aromatic," said Idaho, watching her sex slave working earnestly at Donita's quim.

"Translated means she's gotta smelly snatch," laughed Tania.

"Agreed," said Idaho, as Kelly began to bring Donita closer and closer to her orgasm.

"You should lend her to me," said the prison boss, "I've got a few little bitches who'd get really on heat if they had to worship at that mighty minge."

Just then the Mexican woman let go a guttural groan and plunged herself hard down on the panting girl's mouth before shrieking to a noisy and obviously extremely satisfying climax.

The maid then grasped Kelly's blonde hair and pulled her face until it tilted upwards. "Thank-you, missy," she hissed, "now to show my appreciation here's a little treat. Open wide."

And as Tania and Idaho looked on the Mexican woman completed the white teenager's humiliation by letting loose with a torrid stream of yellow urine. Kelly gulped it all down, not spilling a drop – a feat not missed by Tania – and then she licked the 30-year-old's snatch clean of any residual traces of piss.

"Right," said Idaho, rising from the couch with Tania. "Get that book and whip and carry it down to the chamber for the superintendent, Kelly," and with that the statuesque Idaho handed the bok and whip to her sex slave, who trotted obediently downstairs to the chamber, closely followed by her trio of torturers.

Once inside, while Tania inspected the room's equipment, Idaho checked out the leather lash which would play a part in Kelly's next punishment. It was an expensive-looking little piece of punitive paraphernalia. The handle was a mere eight to 10 inches long, made from beautifully bound leather.

But it was the "business end" of the flogger which interested Idaho. This consisted of about six inches of plaited leather leading to three one-foot long lashes. At the tip of each lash was a leather ball, about half the size of a golf ball.

Tania took the flogger from Kelly and made the naked girl - naked, save for her high heels – stand about a foot in front of the large leather couch on one wall of the chamber. "Idaho, you're the masturbatrix," she announced, "so you sit in front of lil Miss Goldilocks."

Idaho did as she was told, placing herself within easy stroking distance of Kelly's semi-shaved blonde-haired pussy.

"Donita, you're the book depositor," said Tania. "Put the book on the top of her head. When it falls, pick it up and wait till I tell you to put it back."

Donita carefully balanced The Grapes of Wrath on top of the blonde's head.

"Now into position, slut," snapped Tania and Kelly, very carefully, spread her legs until her feet were about a yard apart. Tania then stood off to one side, just behind the girl's body.

"Now all she has to do is balance the book," said the prison super. "But since that's a fuckin' borin' task, we'll make it a bit more interestin' for her by allowin' Idaho here to finger her nasty lil sex slit. Ready Idaho?"

The beauty of the punishment was starting to be revealed to Idaho, who knew Kelly was extremely sensitive to being finger fucked and would find it difficult to control herself during the masturbation process. Idaho guessed that an inability to balance the book on her head would result in Kelly being flogged. She awaited that part of the "game" with interest.

"Start the finger friggin' Idaho," said Tania, "we haven't got all fuckin' night."

Idaho's right hand reached out and began to stroke the youngster's sex trench, flicking into her cunt – sopping wet – tracing along her labia – sopping wet – then stroking her clitoris – erect, engorged.

Kelly began to moan as Idaho started her delicious work, trying to fight back the desire to buck and heave on her mistress's fingers, knowing that any movement would dislodge The Grapes of Wrath – and incur Tania's wrath!

But after a minute or two, Idaho's insidious digital domination of the 19-year-old's sex became too much for the lovely young blonde. A sudden jerk as her clit was flicked, and Mr Steinbeck's book was toppling from the girl's head into Donita's waiting hands.

"That's one, Kelly," called the black beauty. Then her arm was pulled back and the triple-thonged flogger cracked against Kelly's ass. The three leather balls all struck at about the same instant, all on different parts of the blonde's pert buttocks.

"Right, Donita, put the book back, and Idaho you can git goin' again, baby," said the lead dominatrix.

Idaho thought that one stroke for losing the book was a mild punishment for Kelly, but made no comment. Then, after about another minute of masturbatory manipulation and the book fell once more.

"That's two, Kelly," announced Tania, "so that's a double up – two strokes this time." The flogger flashed down, once, twice, on the teenager's beautiful bum.

Idaho suddenly cottoned on to what was happening. Tania had spoken of "a double up" so Idaho guessed that the third overbalance of the book would lead to four strokes. She was correct! The flogger burned four cracks onto Kelly's ass after the third failure to control her body's tremors during Idaho's relentless finger work.

The next time the book fell, Tania delivered eight strokes, the next time 16 strokes, and – finally for their poor, trembling victim – 32.

"I'm goin' easy on you, lil Miss Goldilocks," announced the prison super. "I was thinkin' of givin' you 64 next time, but I think since I've had a long drive here today, we'll call it a day. But tell me, lil Miss Smarty-Pants, how many strokes you had, eh?"

Idaho looked up as Kelly closed her eyes tight shut to work out the number. "Er, 63, madam superintendent?" said the girl, more a question than a statement.

"Very good," said Tania, "that's dead right, missy. But 63 – now what kinda fuckin' number is 63? Tell you what – let's make it 69. Now that's what I call a fuckin' number. That OK with you, Miss Goldilocks?"

Kelly nodded her head and spoke quietly: "Yes, thank-you, madam superintendent, that's fine."

And with that the black bird whipped six more strong strokes onto Kelly's already battered backside. At the conclusion of the punishment, Idaho walked around behind her sex slave and looked at the girl's backside. It was a mass of small red circles which had been emblazoned on the ass cheeks by the cruel little whip's triple thongs.

"I think it's time for bed," Idaho announced, firmly.

Tania put the whip down and nodded: "You're the boss, my dear, you're the boss. And what are the sleepin' arrangements, Madam Boss?"

Idaho knew it was time to assert herself. "I'm sleeping with Kelly," she said, firmly. "Donita, sleep with the super if you want. If you don't, I'm afraid you'll have to sleep alone, Tania."

To Idaho's surprise, the black woman took it "on the chin". "I love a woman who knows her mind," she said. "How 'bout it Donita, care for some slap and tickle or do I have to tickle my clit all by myself?"

Donita grinned: "Don't let it be said I was a spoilsport, you big black hunk of meat. Lead the way – only I warn you, I'm musky as hell and randy as hell."

Tania roared: "That's you and me, baby!" And the pair left the chamber.

Idaho took Kelly in her arms, kissed her gently and they went to bed, sleeping cuddled in each other's arms, their breasts rising and falling and pressed together as the rhythms of sleep overcame them.

The next morning, as Kelly was providing Idaho with her first orgasm of the day, came a rap on the bedroom door. "Come," cried Idaho and two naked women entered.

"We's gotta problem," said Tania, as she and Donita looked down at Kelly, her face buried between Idaho's muscular thighs, working her mistress to an orgasm.

"What's that?" asked Idaho, slightly annoyed at being interrupted during her pleasure and also pretty confident that she knew what "the problem" was.

"We're both bustin' for a pee," said the prison super.

Idaho nodded, her confidence now proved. "And you want to use my little lady as a piss pot," she told them.

"Any objections?" asked the black woman.

"None," said Idaho, honestly, "but we'll do it down in the torture room. I'll bring her down when she's completed her task here. Presumably you can wait that long?" She knew damn well they could.

"Sure, we'll see ya down there, Miss Goldilocks," said Tania, slapping a hand heartily across Kelly's still striped and splotched buttocks.




Idaho's Revenge Ch. 03



Kelly seemed to slow her rate of attack on Idaho's pussy, as if to prolong the time of her punishment at the hands of the two "bustin' for a pee" dominas, but eventually Idaho came on her mouth.

The statuesque 39-year-old then pulled on a gleaming black PVC one-piece swimsuit and slipped on high heels, before taking the slave downstairs.

In the torture chamber, Idaho and Kelly found Tania lying back on the gurney, unstrapped, and enjoying oral adoration from a kneeling Donita.

"Up ya get, Donita my lovely little Mexican fuck toy," shouted Tania, "our pretty lil piss pot's arrived."

And Idaho, assisted by the two women, then strapped Kelly down on the gurney until she was perfectly presented for piss punishment.

Tania went first, but not until she had made the 19-year-old lick her to orgasm. The black woman then delivered a steady, strong stream of deep yellow urine down the girl's mouth.

Donita followed, not feeling it necessary to prolong the teenager's anguish, but pissing equally dark yellow piss in a strong gusher down Kelly's throat.

Thus the week-end continued for the young blonde sex slave. Indignities and humiliations were heaped on her, sometimes she was flogged, sometimes crotch-rope towed behind the jeep, sometimes given electro shock treatment in the flogging frame.

But it was all done under Idaho's watchful eye and when she deemed that Kelly was reaching her limits, she called for a halt, allowing the girl to swim, or sunbathe to recover from her ordeals.

On Saturday night, once again, Idaho exercised her prerogative as Kelly's mistress to demand that the youngster sleep with her, not with Tania, who again enjoyed the night pleasuring herself on Donita's mouth and pussy.

By mid-afternoon Sunday, even Tania was feeling sated at the punishments she had meted out to the masochistic young woman. She packed, threw her things into the Ford Explorer, smooched a wet, sticky "Bye babe" kiss on Donita's mouth, shook Idaho firmly by the hand and thanked her for her "kind hospitality" and told Kelly: "Babe, you've no idea how much I miss your pretty lil white ass!"

Four days later, on a hot, sticky Thursday afternoon, Idaho was enjoying cunnilingus from Kelly as she lay back on her recliner on the back lawn, when the mobile phone went.

"Meesus, is Pedro," the gatekeeper told her. "There's a state trooper on 'is way to the 'ouse. E's just left the gate."

Idaho swung herself swiftly from the lounger, snapped to Kelly "Upstairs into your bedroom and make yourself scarce". She then ran into the kitchen to warn Donita, then upstairs to put on some "decent" clothes.

Back in the kitchen, a T-shirted Idaho, wearing cut-off jeans and high heels watched as the dusty car from the Nevada Highway Patrol pulled up in front of the house.

Life was just about to change for Idaho, Kelly and Donita – but for better? Or for worse?

To be continued.



Idaho's Revenge Ch. 04



Idaho stepped boldly out into the sun, although inside her heart was beating rapidly. What on earth could the highway patrol want with her?

A large, fair-haired trooper in his mid-30s, emerged from the vehicle, his blonde hair shining like a wheat field. His teeth were sparkling white, his tan was dark brown and his eyes matched his tan, deep brown. He was big and he looked muscular.

And then Idaho recognised him. He was the man who had arrived with his female companion to break news of her employer's death, along with the Shaw father and son, at her boss – and master's – upstate bordello.

"Well, hello, officer," she smiled, holding out a hand, "what brings you to my humble abode."

The man returned her handshake and grinned, displaying those lovely pearly whites. "Hell, ma'am," he said, "don't go callin' me officer. My name's Mick, and it's my last day on the force. I'm movin' into self-employment, ma'am."

Idaho had relaxed. "Please drop the 'ma'am business," she said, "I'll call you Mick, if you call me Idaho. I'll never forget your kindness during the trial."

Mick smiled and moved alongside her. "We need to talk," he said, in a low voice, a voice that was both thrilling and, in view of his words, a little scary to Idaho.

"What about, Mick?" said Idaho, forcing a smile to her face.

"This your barn?" he said, waving a hand at the large building set back from the house. 

A silly question, thought Idaho, of course it was her barn. "Sure it is," said Idaho.

"Come on, let's take a look – and don't get scared, Idaho. Everythin's fine," said the trooper, who was already walking away from her towards the barn.

Idaho had to nearly break in a trot to catch up with him, and then he was inside the big barn door, his eyes roving.

"Hell, you still got that floggin' frame?" he said, indicating the equipment into which Idaho now regularly strapped Kelly.

"Er, yes, a sort of reminder of what they did to me, I guess," said Idaho.

"Yes, babe, I know, I've seen the videotapes, you know," said Mick.

"Yes, I'm aware of that," said Idaho, the submissive side of her hoping that the sight of her naked body writhing and struggling under the caresses of the whips would have aroused him.

"Yes, indeed, those tapes," he said. "You sure as hell have got a fine body, Idaho, I can see it's still as stunnin' as I remember it from them pictures."

Then he turned to peer into the barn again. "Hello, hello," he said. "What's this? A pussy punishin' platform, if I ain't mistaken. I ain't – mistaken, I mean, am I Idaho?"

"Er, no, no you're not," said Idaho. "I guess I wasn't being filmed when they punished me on that."

"Funny," said Mick, "cos I did a real exhaustive inventory of this place after you'd been taken away and after the women had been arrested. And you know sumpthin?"

Idaho shook her head. "No, what's that Mick?" her voice a quiver now.

"You know I don't think they ever had a pussy punisher. I think it's new – it looks newish. Now here's a thought, ma'am, oops, sorry, Idaho."

"Yes?" said Idaho, now trying desperately to control her trembling.

Mick grinned slyly at her. "What I'm a thinkin' is that this is a new piece of equipment here at the lil old ranch. And I think you enjoy puttin' that young blonde lady on it – what's her name, again?"

"Kelly," said Idaho, her voice now just above a whisper.

The trooper clicked his fingers. "Kelly, that's it. Kelly. A lovely young blonde, cute little body. Boy, I bet she looks real purrty strapped onto that, her body all agleam with sweat, while you attack her poor lil pussy."

Idaho took a deep breath and blustered: "Now listen, Trooper Mick, you've got a fucking cheek to even make such a ..."

But she was halted in her tracks by Mick's strong arm reaching out, his hand grabbing her by the neck and pulling her into his arms. His body was taut and toned and he smelled of fresh pine, despite the heat.

Mick's mouth clamped onto hers and they kissed, a strong kiss, yet at the same time a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss from a man that Idaho had missed.

"Now lissen, missy," his words rapped against her face as if he were prodding her with his fingers, "let's get this 'ere relationship off on a mutually understood footin'. And that, my gorgeously busty blonde bitch, is no fuckin' lyin'."

Then he kissed her again. She, to her shame, she thought, kissed him back, eagerly, wantonly.

After they broke for breath, Mick went on: "You see, Idaho, I know Sadie Bell. You must remember Sadie? The probation officer?"

Suddenly it dawned on Idaho. Sadie Bell had "inspected" Kelly's pert young body to insure that she was being looked after. Sadie had seen the stripe marks that Idaho's loving lash had left on the 19-year-old's body. Sadie had suggested Tania Harding, the statuesque black Amazon from Kelly's correctional facility, visit them. Mick would know everything!

"Wanna come inside for a nice cold beer, Mick?" Idaho asked, all but flattering her lashes at him. The time for games was over, it was now time to find out what he wanted, although Idaho had a pretty fair idea. It was blackmail.

"A nice cold beer would be nice, Idaho," said the burly trooper, taking her by the hand and walking her out into the sunlight. "And p'raps we can suck on 'em in your bedroom? Or down in that lovely cool basement chamber where so many hot things go on?"

Idaho pondered, now absolutely certain it was going to be blackmail. "The bedroom would be fine," she said, aware that for so many months she had not enjoyed a rampant cock. Blackmailer or not, she found the trooper a handsome hunk.

In the kitchen, Idaho pulled a six-pack of Dos Equis from the refrigerator and waved them in Mick's face: "This do for starters?"

"Hell, yes," he grinned. "I've been known to enjoy one on a hot day, but three is one too many for me. It may be my last day, but I've still got to drive state government property back to base."

Idaho led the way up to her bedroom, noting that both Kelly and Donita's bedroom doors were firmly shut. She let Mick in, then shut her door, too.

Fully aware of the way things were going to go, Idaho then peeled off her cut-away jeans, kicked off her high heels, and pulled off the T-shirt.

Mick, who was getting out of his uniform, looked at her stunningly-built body, her big 38-inch breasts pointing straight at him, the nipples erect, her toned and tanned body gleaming.

"Leave the thong on," he said thickly, indicating the black satin scrap at her crotch, "leave that to me."

Then he was naked and turning towards her. Idaho, despite herself, gasped at the sight of his monstrous erection. His cock must have been nine inches long, its helmet shining from arousal, his balls dark and heavy in their scrotal sac.

Idaho flicked the tops off two Dos and climbed onto the bed. Handing him one, she decided to cut to the chase: "OK, Mick, what's the pitch? How much do you want?"

The trooper sucked on the chillingly cold beer, placed it on a bedside table and held her in his arms, then lowered his mouth to her breasts. He nuzzled and nibbled at the big beauties, then looked her straight in the eye.

"I want you, I need you, I adore you," he said. "I watched you throughout the trial. I watched you give evidence. I've never seen such a wonderful woman. I'm crazy about you."

"And the money I've inherited from an amazingly generous employer – when you consider I'd embezzled from him – that doesn't enter into it, of course," said Idaho.

"Fuck the money, Idaho," said Mick, his hand roving across her beautiful pudenda, beneath the satin thong. "I want to fuck you – no, I want to love you. And I want to join you in disciplinin' that little teenage bitch. And don't lie to me, I know darn well you discipline her."

Idaho's hand caressed his magnificent manhood, she couldn't help herself. "Course I discipline her, she loves it," Idaho told him. "And you'd like to help? Under my supervision, of course."

Mick was sliding her thong away from her weeping pussy. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed a man's cock. "I'd love to help, but first I'd love to love you."

And then he was on her, his cock slipping effortlessly into her sodden sex slit. It drove up and up, she had never felt such a full, thick, hard cock in her life.

Mick's mouth was clamped to hers, one of his hands cupping and stroking at a breast, the other beneath her sculpted buttocks, full and toned by all her gym work.

His pent-up desires soon exploded, and the months of thinking about the act with the lovely big blonde betrayed itself in a spurt which indicated a lack of control. Mick surged to a huge emission and ejaculation as he pumped like an out-of-kilter piston on her body.

Idaho pulled out from under him, entered the bathroom, ran the shower and indicated he should join her. They soaped and showered for far longer than the trooper had managed for their first fuck, then towelled down and returned to the bed.

Pushing him onto his back, Idaho announced: "You have some unfinished business, Mr Trooper. That's the lady's orgasm."

And she straddled his face and lowered her shaved snatch to his mouth. Mick's oral adoration took far longer and was far more satisfactory to Idaho than the over-eager pumping of his cock.

Idaho managed to last on his tongue and lips for almost 10 minutes before she gave in to his ministrations and soared to a noisy, shuddering climax.

After some time to recover, Idaho sucked on her still cold Dos and told Mick: "I think it's time we told the rest of our depraved little team what's going to happen here. But first, some rules, OK?"

An again erect Mick, leaned up on one elbow as she enumerated her rules: "You get visitation rights every week-end. You can arrive on Friday nights, and leave Sunday afternoons.

"I'm in charge of all punishments meted out to my lovely little blonde slut, but you obey me. When I say she's had enough, she's had enough, OK?"

Mick nodded his blonde head.

"I give her 121 strokes with the pussy punisher once a fortnight," she told him.

"That's a funny number," said Mick. "Why 121?"

"There's an historical reason," Idaho said, and explained.

"Anyway, she gets a fortnightly dose on the pussy punisher and that will now be moved to Saturdays. You can watch and help."

Mick nodded, then Idaho got up and walked to the door. "OK you two, get in here," she yelled, then got back on the bed and stroked Mick's cock, which was still fully erect.

Then the Mexican maid and Kelly walked into the room. Their eyes widened as they saw the two naked people on the bed. Then Kelly spotted the trooper's cock.

"Meet Mick, he's going to help me out with satisfying your disgusting passion for pain," Idaho told Kelly. Then she barked: "Strip!"

Kelly shrugged off her T-shirt and the jeans, which were the only pieces of clothing she had on. Her pert little breasts were superb, her pussy gleamed. She was aroused.

The 19-year-old moved around the bedroom till she stood on the side of the bed nearest Mick's naked body. Then she lowered her upper torso and took his big, circumcised cock in her mouth, sucking deeply down on it.

Mick shut his eyes and groaned in ecstasy.

Idaho smiled: "Let's carry on the way we're gonna go. Get up on his cock, slut."

And the blonde stood up on the bed, squatted above the trooper's pole and lowered herself onto the prick below her until she was impaled on him.

"Do you understand what's going to happen, Kelly?" Idaho asked, as the girl shut her eyes and pumped herself up and down on the rigid member.

The teenager made no reply, just humped her pussy up and down on the trooper's stiffness.

Idaho went on: "He's going to help punish you on the pussy punishment platform." Still the girl, her eyes closed, kept pumping.

"He's going to watch as you get the tow-rope torture," said Idaho. Kelly said nothing, kept humping.

"He's going to whip you in the flogging frame." No comment, just humping, heaving on the trooper's hardness.

"He's going to make you drink his piss, Kelly!" Idaho almost yelled at her sex slave.

"Oooooh fuck, I'm coming," was the young blonde's sole response. And she did.

The trooper left soon afterwards. His colleagues were expecting him to buy them beers all night in their local watering hole.

A week and a day later, Mick arrived at the ranch, this time in a snazzy little AC Cobra, wearing a white T-shirt which showed off his rippling muscles, a pair of white Ralph Lauren shorts, Sperry Top Siders, some Aviator sunglasses, and a big grin.

The next day, as Idaho was well into the delivery of her 121 strokes of the pussy punishment, Mick was having his fun with the 30-year-old Mexican, Donita. The woman was bent over the poolside recliner, her ass facing Mick's dick, which was sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt.

"Say I've jes had an idea, Idaho," said Mick, as he sweated behind Donita's perspiration-soaked body, while they watched Idaho flogging the young blonde's pussy.

"What's that, Mr Dick?" asked Idaho, using her pet name for the former trooper.

"What say we invite Tania Harding along one week-end, we could have ourselves a real orgy of pain, punishment and pleasure?" he suggested.

Idaho cracked the slim, pussy-width punisher against Kelly's quim for what must have been about the 50th stroke. "That's not a bad idea, Mr Dick," she replied, "let me think about it."

"Idaho," whispered Kelly, through clenched teeth, gritted against the pain she was receiving. "Is that a good idea? He may fancy Tania, she is a stunner, you know."

"No problemo, Kelly," laughed Idaho.

"Why not?" asked the sex slave.

"Well, if he does," said Idaho, "I'll still have you!"

THE END