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Six Have Fun At The Ranch
Part 2 – the first day
Kelly Shaw tiptoed into Idaho's bedroom. The bedside table clock in Uncle Kurt's room had shown 7.50 in the morning when he had slipped downstairs, instructing the blonde teenager to rouse Idaho and get her down to the torture chamber.
The 18-year-old crept up to the 38-year-old slave's side of the bed. Kelly's father, Brad, was snoring soundly alongside the lovely blonde woman. Kelly, naked save for a pair of black high heels, put her finger to her lips as Idaho opened her eyes.
"Shhh," said Kelly. "Uncle Kurt wants you down in the torture chamber with me right away – he said to just brush your hair and put on some lipstick," the girl informed the sex slave.
Idaho swept her long legs out of the bed, allowing Kelly a glimpse of her lovely shaved snatch. In the en suite the woman swiftly brushed her hair, then quickly applied a dab of crimson lipstick and walked out of the bedroom, following the pert-buttocked teenager.
Once inside the basement floor's torture chamber, the two females found that a naked Kurt had pushed a bondage gurney into the centre of the room, its metal legs and black leather padding shining in the strip lighting.
"Ah, good morning, Idaho, my dear, I trust you slept soundly?" the multi-millionaire beamed at his sex slave.
"Yes, thank-you master," the woman replied, hopping onto the gurney and lying back on it.
The bench was shaped like a letter Y, the upper strokes of the letter for the recipient's legs and thighs, the lower part for her torso and head.
Kurt attached velcro straps across the blonde's superbly tanned bronzed midriff, then similar ones across her uppermost thigh region. Idaho placed her head on a raised rubber pillow and laid her arms on the bench.
Straps then went over her armpits and shoulders, pinning her upper body down. A pair of wrist straps completed Kurt's task and he surveyed her naked body with unabashed lust.
His eight-inch penis was stiff and fully erect, despite an earlier energetic night with Kelly and her 35-year-old mother, the voluptuous Karla. The millionaire then stepped between the blonde's splayed thighs and put his foot on a pedal set in the base of a metal support on the gurney.
"The last person to use this bench on Idaho was shorter than me, must have been my wife," he told Kelly, "so I'll raise her some to get the height correct."
Kurt then pumped the pedal two or three times until the gurney was raised to a perfect position for cock-to-cunt placement. Kurt looked down at his watch and placed his hard-on against Idaho's vaginal lips.
"Two minutes to go and the punishment curfew is over and we can get started on you, my dear," he smiled down at the big-breasted beauty.
"Kelly, do you think there's a part of Idaho's body that looks, how shall I put it? - unoccupied?"
Kelly smiled down at the blonde: "Do you mean her mouth, uncle?"
"Exactly," said her "Uncle" Kurt. "Why don't you ask her nicely if she'd let you sit on it?"
Kelly lowered her face to the blue-eyed beauty's and whispered: "May I please sit on your face, Idaho?" As if the naked slave had any option in the matter!
Idaho quietly replied: "Of course, Mistress Kelly."
Kelly grinned: "Oh thank-you Idaho, you're such a good sport!"
And with that the 18-year-old placed one foot in the stirrup hanging from one side of the head of the gurney and stepped over the slave, placing her other foot in its counterpart, ready to reverse face-sit the pinioned prisoner.
Kurt looked at his watch and said: "Thirty seconds to go. How's the view from down there, Idaho?"
The blonde was gazing up at Kelly's neatly trimmed fair-haired pubes, glistening with arousal. "Lovely, thank-you master," she replied, and the words had hardly escaped her lips than Kurt called out "8am on the dot, we can start Kelly!"
And with that the man cock slid up Idaho's cunt, while at the head of the torture bench the teenager’s pussy settled squarely down on the woman's mouth.
Kelly watched her "uncle's" slow fucking with interest, then realized this was the first time Idaho had tasted her pussy unsweetened by the "perfume" of urine.
Raising herself off the woman's mouth, Kelly inquired: "How's that Idaho? Nice and tasty?"
The slave woman replied, perfectly truthfully: "It's gorgeous, Mistress Kelly!"
The teenager sat back down and wriggled her seeping snatch across the mature woman's mouth. As Kurt pumped his cock into his slave, he cupped her lovely heavy breasts, then leaned forward, planted a full-lipped kiss on Kelly's mouth and then traced his tongue across her pert 34-inch breasts.
This was the catalyst for Kelly and with a low groan which later developed into a full-blooded roar, she came on the slave's mouth.
As she did, Kurt could hold back no longer and pumped his semen deep into the beautiful blonde's love tunnel, grunting his pleasure as his ejaculate spurted into her.
Kurt pulled his cock from the woman's dripping cunt and indicated to Kelly that she get off the slave's face. After she did, he stepped into the stirrups and placed his pink-tipped cock - its foreskin now pulled back to the ring thanks to the confines of Idaho's cunt - to her mouth. Idaho sucked him dry.
After the clean-up job performed on his cock, Kurt stepped away from the gurney and picked up a dildo-shaped electro shocker from an equipment table set against one wall of the finely-equipped chamber.
"Time for your orgasm, my darling," he said, approaching the woman's snatch. He switched the tool of torment on and was just about to begin his devilish foray into the folds of Idaho's pussy when the door to the torture chamber opened and his wife, the lovely 35-year-old Barbara walked in.
She was, like Kelly, naked save for red patent leather high heels.
"Good morning, everyone," she smiled cheerfully, stepping up to Kelly to plant a kiss on her cheek, then to Kurt, whom she kissed full on the mouth. Then glancing at his cock remarked: "Cum already have we?"
Kurt nodded and laughed: "And so's Kelly!"
"That's the way to start the day," said Barbara, then she walked to where Idaho's head lay on its firm rubber pillow.
"And speaking of cumming, little Timmy's just had his enthusiastic way with me and I'm just full of his cum juices, so before you give me an orgasm, I'm afraid you're going to have to do a bit of cleaning down there, Idaho."
Barbara swung herself into place above the blonde slave, her buttocks pointing down towards the slave's breasts and settled into the stirrups.
"Hope that's OK with you, my dear?" she teased.
"Yes, Mistress Barbara, that's fine," Idaho said.
Barbara informed her: "I think there's some of his cum on my inner thigh, too, so you'd better clean that up first." Idaho started her hygiene task, first on the bronzed woman's thighs before starting to work on the semen seeping from her cunt itself.
Five minutes after Idaho had begun her task, Barbara sank her pussy lips onto the woman's mouth and started to graunch and writhe her way to sexual fulfillment. After her noisy orgasm, Barbara raised herself slightly and smiled sinisterly down at the moist face beneath her.
"Oh dear," she said, in mock sympathy, "I've just come and you know what effect the first orgasm of the day has on me, don't you my dear Idaho?"
"Yes, mistress," the slave muttered softly.
"But I don't think Kelly knows - will you be so kind as to inform her, my darling?"
Idaho took a big gulp and then explained to the teenager: "After madam's first orgasm of the day she is usually bursting to have a pee, Mistress Kelly."
Kelly, knowing what was coming, giggled. "And let me guess - she uses the toilet upstairs?"
Kurt and Barbara both joined in Kelly's little joke.
"Nah," laughed Barbara, "I figure why go all the way upstairs when I've got a perfectly good little pee pee potty right here, eh Idaho?" But Idaho did not reply; her mouth was wide open for the strong stream that jetted down her throat.
Kelly watched the display of ultimate female domination over another woman with fascination, then, when his wife had finished her ablutions, Kurt went to work on Idaho's pussy with the electric dildo, soon provoking her into a threshing, screaming orgasm.
Putting the dildo back in its place, Kurt - stiff-cocked once more - started to unstrap his slave. "And now it's time for breakfast, I think," he said, and they all trooped upstairs.
After everyone had showered and generally tidied up they all arrived at the breakfast table. The adult males wore shiny PVC thongs, all the women except Idaho, who was nude, of course, wore skimpy little PVC bikinis.
The exception to the cover-up attire was Timmy, who sported a racy little red open-fronted thong, through which his eight-inch erection jutted proud and stiff.
"Timmy," said his mother, in mock wear, "I do wish you could dress for breakfast like the rest of us." Secretly, she was proud of her young man’s hard-on!
Barbara, who was seated on one side of the teenager, patted him on the hand. "Now, now, Karla," she remonstrated, "I think he's just trying to put on a bit of a show for Idaho."
Timmy blushed and Kelly laughed.
"Anyway," said Barbara, "I think he looks lovely. Don't you think he looks lovely, Idaho?"
All eyes turned to the naked blonde. "Er, yes, yes, I do, Mistress Barbara, he looks very lovely, indeed," she replied.
"In which case you will wish to thank him for going to such lengths to impress you - when you've finished that piece of toast you can go down on him!" ordered her mistress.
Timmy felt his heart pound - his penis certainly did. Idaho chewed on the toast for as long as she dared then, catching a glare from Mrs Hunt, pushed her chair back and walked around the table to where the young man was seated.
The teenager obligingly turned his chair out, away from the table, and presented his cock to her. Idaho knelt on the floor and took his penis into her mouth. Soon he was in grave danger of coming, but Barbara saw this and instructed her slave: "OK, Idaho, pull off now!"
After the breakfast things were cleared, Timmy was now even more achingly randy to play with the statuesque blonde than ever.
"Er, excuse me, Aunty Barbara," he asked, "but do you think Kelly and I could go out and play with Idaho?"
Barbara smiled: "Why not, my darling. You may take her out for a trip around behind the jeep, if you wish - nothing too fast, though. Idaho, fetch the rubber cuffs and the tow rope, put your boots on and the children will have the Jeep round the back, off you go now!"
And as Idaho walked to fetch the implements for her bondage and sex-chafing punishment, the 18-year-old twins whooped, both gave Barbara excited kisses on the cheeks and ran outside to get the vehicle from the garage.
"I don't know about you, Karla," said Barbara when the trio had left, "but I think it's about time for a swim?"
Karla agreed and looked at Brad.
"No, honey,” he told his wife and Karla, “I think I'll get some binoculars and go upstairs and keep an eye on those kids."
"Great idea," said Kurt, "I'll join you."
The two women departed for towels and a lazy swim, while Kurt and Brad went upstairs and with a pair of glasses each, knelt on the window seat's cushions to watch the kids playing the Jeep game with the tall blonde.
As their wives frolicked in the pool, Brad and Kurt saw Kelly below them drive the Jeep into place on the gravel drive leading up the slight hill of the punishment trail. Then she hopped from the vehicle.
"Hmmmn, interesting," said Kurt, eyeing her lithe young body with interest, "bra still on but panties off!"
Then Timmy, his cock still jutting stiffly from his open-fronted thong led the lovely blonde out. With her hands cuffed behind her the pair of teenagers then tied the tow rope to the cuffs and passed it through her legs to the high back roll bar at the rear of the jeep.
"Sensible kids," remarked Kurt, "both nicely oiled with suntan lotion."
"But no hats," said Brad, opening the sliding window and calling down to his children: "Hey kids, hats on, it's hot out there!" The pair scurried inside, leaving Idaho tied behind the Jeep, hatless in the already steamy Nevada morning.
The Shaw kids returned, both wearing baseball caps now, and Kelly swung herself behind the wheel, while Timmy sat down in one of the two rear-facing seats.
Then the Jeep set off, forcing Idaho to walk briskly, then trot to keep from being dragged off her feet. Both men trained their glasses on Idaho's jouncing buttocks as she sweated and struggled with the chafing rope rubbing against her sex lips.
At the crest of the hill it appeared that the slave had enjoyed her first orgasm because Kelly halted the Jeep and Timmy stood from his seat and Idaho walked towards him. The lovely blonde slave then fellated the 18-year-old until, as Brad remarked, "Here comes my boy!" and the men saw through their binoculars the youth close his eyes in pleasure as his ejaculation flowed from his cock into Idaho's mouth.
The lad then took Kelly's place behind the wheel and his sister plumped herself down in the rearwards facing seat. The Jeep then turned right and went straight across the crest so the spectators had a profile view of proceedings.
"Ah, now I see the reason for no bikini bottom," said Kurt, as, after about another 600 yards, Idaho panted to her second orgasm.
The bare-crotched Kelly was now standing and she pulled on the tow rope, like an angler landing a fish, and dragged Idaho to the back end of the Jeep. The men watched with interest as Idaho was then forced to bury her face in Kelly's steamy snatch.
Timmy kept on driving and - with one more stop for Idaho to recover from an orgasm - they finally drove up to the starting point.
As they climbed down from the Jeep the men saw that their wives were waiting. Kelly and Timmy handed their baseball caps to the naked Karla and Barbara and ran inside the house to shelter from the heat, while the wives set off around the torture track once more, Barbara doing the first stint behind the wheel, Karla in place for the inevitable stop after Idaho's orgasm.
After Idaho had performed cunnilingus on Brad's wife, he lowered his glasses and asked Kurt a question.
"Kurt," inquired the property millionaire, "is it possible to tow Idaho around the track without giving her an orgasm?"
Kurt pondered for a moment or two. "Theoretically, yeah, I guess it is," he answered, "only you'd have to go at a fairly slow speed and stop whenever she was close to coming."
Brad grinned: "What say we try to do that? Go at such a speed that she nearly comes, but not quite, and when she's on the verge of an orgasm she has to call out for a 'comfort stop', as it were. And during the comfort stop she sucks the cock of whoever is in the spectator seat."
Kurt thought a moment and then laughed: "Brad, that's such a great idea, I wish I'd thought of it!"
And so, when their wives brought the panting, sweating Idaho back after her second lap of the trail of torment, there to greet them were Kurt and Brad, both naked, save for baseball caps on their heads, both sporting thick erections.
The women dismounted from the Jeep, both hugely satisfied from the way their pussies had been serviced by Idaho's mouth during the tour.
"We're going for another dip," called Barbara, "you taking her around again?"
"Yup," Kurt told his wife, "only it's going to be a mere stroll in the park for her - so slow she won't be able to come!"
Barbara and Karla laughed. "Fiendish," said Barbara, "and who's idea?"
"Er, mine," said Brad, modestly.
"I'm hugely impressed," said the 40-inch-breasted brunette, kissing him softly on the mouth. "In fact, I like the idea so much I'm going to hop on and watch - coming too, Karla?"
Brad's wife nodded keenly: "This sounds like fun, count me in!"
Both women jumped into the backwards-facing seats, while Brad stood between them, his penis jutting upwards and towards the lovely blonde sex slave.
Kurt got behind the wheel, but before he could put the Jeep into "drive," Brad informed their slave: "We're going to go nice and slow, Idaho, but if you feel like coming you've got to tell me so we can stop and let you recover. While you recover, you can suck my cock, OK?"
Idaho nodded, her features showing exhaustion from her previous laps of punishment.
Kurt put the gear stick into "drive" and the Jeep moved slowly up the incline.
From their perfectly-positioned viewers' seats, Karla and Barbara watched closely as the tall blonde walked behind the vehicle, the tow rope rubbing into her sex furrow with every stride.
"How long before she calls for a comfort stop, do you reckon?" asked Karla.
"No more than 500 paces, look at the strain on her face," said her friend. "I reckon she's done about 20 paces now, let's count from here!"
And so the lush-breasted beauty trudged behind the slow-moving Jeep, her eyes glued ahead to where she could see the two women counting out "21, 22, 23, 24" and so on as Brad stood, hands gripping the roll bar for support, waiting with his erection at the ready for when the slave called for her first "comfort stop."
Brad's and Kurt's wives had reached "556" when Idaho could stand the strain no more and cried out "Comfort stop, please, master, please stop!"
The Jeep was halted and Idaho moved forward to fellate the thick nine-inch cock of the man who had enjoyed her during the night. Finally, she felt composed enough to continue and pulled away from his glistening stiffy.
Brad moved back to the driver's seat, and Kurt - also sporting a fine hard-on - took his place at the rear of the machine.
"Away we go!" he heard Brad call out, and the Jeep set off again.
This time the women began counting her paces as soon as the vehicle resumed its forward progress. Karla was doing the counting and Barbara was eyeing her intently.
"I think it's going to be less than 500 before she calls out for a stop," Kurt's wife cried, excitedly, "look, she's sweating like the proverbial pig. Her pussy must be on fire!"
Indeed, thought Idaho, it was. The rope, even at this slow pace was chafing and irritating her sex lips maddeningly, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm with each stride.
At last, as Karla tolled off "403," Idaho could stand the pressure no more and cried "Comfort stop, please Master Brad, please!"
Once more the Jeep halted, easing the pressure on her pulsing pussy. After a minute or two of fellating her 45-year-old master, Idaho pulled from his throbbing cock, and Brad replaced the multi-millionaire, who resumed driving the Jeep agonisingly slowly down the slope to the finish point. Idaho managed to make it without crying out for relief, although with great difficulty.
The four naked passengers alighted from the Jeep and Kurt informed Idaho that she could take a brief swim in the pool, then bring a portable flogging frame out and place it in front of the recliners by the pool.
Idaho relished the short respite from her punishments, but after five minutes of blissful relaxing in the wonderfully warm water, she was ordered out by Kurt.
"Don't bother about towelling dry, my darling, the sun will soon do that - now get that frame!" he instructed her.
The naked beauty went into the large barn where the implement of bondage was housed and emerged from it to find that Brad and Kurt were sitting back in the recliners, their wives seated on their erect cocks also facing her - except that Karla was on Kurt's cock and Barbara on Brad's.
As she put the frame in place in front of them, Idaho realized that Kelly and Timmy were advancing on her - both now totally naked, save for the 18-year-old girl's knee-high booties.
The two kids helped pinion the naked woman into the torture frame, then stepped back and awaited instructions from their "Aunt" and "Uncle" and their parents.
"Kurt," said Brad, as he surveyed the stunningly beautiful lush body of the sex slave, "I'm curious. How did she get the name Idaho?"
Kurt smiled sardonically: "Well, we decided to deprive her of her real name as soon as she signed herself over to us as a sex slave. She comes from Ketchum, Idaho, and we thought of Ketchum for a while but then decided it was rather too long.
“Anyway, it sounded too much like ketchup, which would have been great for a Latino slave, but not for a pure blonde like her. So we went for Idaho."
"It's not a bad name," Brad agreed, "in fact after a while it grows on you."
Kurt laughed: "After a while you grow on her!"
Brad smiled at his sexual entrendre joke.
"In fact," continued his host, "we've even come up with some acronyms for her name - one read, from memory 'Idaho does a hoeish oral'."
Brad agreed it wasn't bad. "Which was the best?" he asked.
Kurt smiled: "Tell him, Idaho!" From her bondage position, hanging naked and suspended in front of them Idaho replied, obediently: "Idaho Doesn't Always Have Orgasms."
Brad burst out laughing, and although Barbara and Kurt knew the line well they also joined in the jollity.
"Right," said Kurt, his voice now much more business-like, "I think it's time we started. Kelly?"
The naked-but-for-her-boots teenaged twin stepped forward. "Get the electro dildo and put it on her anus," said her "uncle."
"Timmy?"
The stiff-pricked naked 18-year-old stepped beside the gleaming bronzed body.
"Take the stool and get ready to lick her clitoris - her clit, only mind!"
The tall, slim bronzed youth pulled up the nearby stool and squatted in front of the slave's pussy.
"OK, Kelly, put it in her, but only an inch or so, right?"
Kelly nodded: "Got it, uncle." And she thrust the dildo just inside Idaho's accommodating asshole.
"Start licking that clit, Timmy," instructed Kurt.
The boy placed his tongue on the woman's hooded clitoris and began to lick it to even further erection, if that was possible.
"Give her a jolt, then pull out, Kelly," came Kurt's next instruction.
Kelly obeyed and Idaho's body stiffened in its bonds, then her breasts jerked wildly as the shock coursed through her.
The dildo was withdrawn and she relaxed, trying to control herself.
"Two jolts this time, Kelly," came Kurt's instruction.
Kelly thrust the dildo back in and flicked the power on and off, on and off. Idaho threshed in her bonds while Timmy’s tongue still worked on her clit.
"This time make it three," Kurt called out to Idaho's teenaged tormentress. This time, the threshing and jerking lasted longer.
"And now four, if you please, my dear Kelly," Kurt ordered.
More wild threshing from the sex slave as the four jolts hit her in the chutney chute. Then the switch was turned off, the dildo withdrawn to her outer anal lips.
"Now five, my darling," came Kurt’s command.
Idaho jerked and thrust five times as the current attacked her rectum. Still Timmy worked at her now dripping pussy.
"My goodness," smiled Kurt, "you're taking your time today, Idaho, my dear. What is the record, my sweet?"
Idaho panted out: "Twelve, master."
Kurt laughed: "Ah yes, but that was after three orgasms in the previous hour. I think we could go for a record today!" And as he continued to fuck Brad's wife, Kurt counted out: "Six!"
The torture continued, Idaho writhing and wriggling helplessly in her bonds until, finally, on the 11th visit of the dildo and about the sixth stab of current during that visit, Idaho plunged her pussy wildly onto Timmy's tongue and screamed out her climax in a strange, high-pitched falsetto.
Brad, his cock buried deep in Barbara's cunt, turned to his host and smiled. "You know, Kurt, I think we should call her ‘Iowa’."
Kurt looked quizically: "Iowa? All right, hit me with it."
Brad answered: "Idaho Often Wants Agony!"
Again everyone roared with laughter. Everyone, that is, except the busty, blonde sex slave ….
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