Six Have Fun at the Ranch

                                      Part 1 - Arrival

"Now listen up, kids," Brad Shaw, the multi-millionaire Los Angeles property developer, told his children, the 18-year-old twins Kelly and Timmy, as he swung his Cadillac into the driveway leading to the Hunts' secluded Nevada ranch.

“While we’re on holiday here, I want you to do everything that Uncle Kurt and Auntie Barbara say while we're they’re guests.

“Remember that Idaho is a very special slave to them and you're not to do anything to upset them. You two got that?"

Kelly, the pouting, nubile young blonde and Timmy, the darker haired, tall, slim teeny, chorused "OK pa" from their back seats, although both were hugely excited at the thought of being able to play with the Hunts' stunning 38-year-old sex slave, Idaho.

Brad, 40, and his wife Karla, 35, had met the Hunts after Idaho's sensational appearance on Sex Slave International, where the superbly busted blonde won first place in the torture-punishment game on the Sex Channel.

After the show had been taped, Timmy had won the draw from the audience to fuck Idaho at its conclusion and in the Hospitality Room afterwards Brad and Karla and their children had become firm friends of the Hunts, hence the invitation to visit them for a couple of weeks at their lonely, secluded ranch.

The Cadillac drew up in front of the superb rambling two-storey building and the Shaws climbed out, stretching after their lengthy drive from California.

Their arrival was greeted by the Hunts emerging from the front door, both clad for the steamingly hot Nevada summer.

Barbara, a tall, voluptuous 35-year-old brunette, was wearing a red PVC bikini which clung erotically to her superbly-tanned lush 40-inch breasts and stunning ass.

Her husband, well-built but prematurely grey-haired, was clad only in a black PVC thong, which set off his still muscular 45-year-old frame.

"Hey gang," said Kurt, "welcome to the ranch. Come on in, get yourself into bikinis or leisure gear and we'll take you out to meet Idaho, she's dying to get re-acquainted."

Barbara laughed at her husband's little joke - although a devout masochist, Idaho was filled with fear and trepidation at the thought of being a plaything for the Shaws for the next fortnight - especially their children!

The Hunts led the quartet upstairs to their bedrooms - one for Brad and Karla, one for the twins - then waited as they stripped off into more sensible clothing.

The teenagers emerged first, obviously dying to meet the blue-eyed, statuesque blonde slave again!

Timmy wore a red PVC thong, his sister a black shiny PVC bikini and black, knee-high boots.

Kurt and Barbara complimented them on their outfits, then Brad and Karla stepped out from their room.

Brad was wearing a black PVC thong, the blonde Karla a stunning red PVC playsuit, open at her 40-inch bust and crew-cut shaved crotch. On her feet were red high heels.

"Let's go," called Kurt, cheerfully and led the other five downstairs out to the back of the house to the large, superbly manicured lawn in front of the glimmering blue waters of the big swimming pool.

There, waiting for them, was the gloriously-bodied slave Idaho, her naked body suspended in leather ankle and wrist straps in a flogging frame with castor wheels at the base for easy mobility.

Her heavy breasts hung superbly, her nipples erect, her shaved pussy - bare but for a small thatch of blonde hair on her mons - gleaming. Her body glistened in the hot Nevada sun, liberally smeared as it was with suntan lotion.

Kurt walked up to her and ran his fingers through her lush piss flaps.

"Hi honey," he said, cheerfully, "look who's come to play with you! You remember Mr and Mrs Shaw?"

Idaho nodded, putting on a pretend smile: "Hi, Mr and Mrs Shaw."

Kurt grinned at her: "And then there's Kelly!"

"Hi, Kelly," said the slave. "And of course you remember young Tim, after all he fucked you!"

"Hi Tim," Idaho said, in a quieter voice.

"Hi Idaho," the 18-year-old grinned cheekily. "I'm sure looking forward to fucking you again!"

Idaho no doubt remembered the fuck he had given her at the conclusion of the Sex Slave International show – it was a 10-stroke mouth fuck, a 20-stroke tit fuck and should have been a 40-stroke cunt fuck, only he hadn't lasted even to the 30th stroke in her pussy!

"Well, Idaho?" said her master, "say you're looking forward to him fucking you again!"

Idaho gulped and replied: "I'm really looking forward to another fuck, Master Timmy!"

"Another?" laughed the teenaged boy. "And the rest Idaho!" The others all roared with laughter.

"Right, kids," said Mr Hunt, "now we adults are going inside to have a chat, so why don't you two play with Idaho for a while?"

Kelly clapped her hands in glee. "Oh, Uncle Kurt, thank-you so much."

Kurt grinned at her: "Tell you what. I've left a video camera here. Why do let Timmy act as the cameraman and record proceedings and you can do a little show for us Kelly?"

Kelly almost wet herself. "Wow, what a great idea, uncle!"

"I've left you a table of goodies to entertain Idaho with,” said the distinguished-looking 45-year-old. “But remember - nothing too severe, you've got two weeks with her!"

And with a wave of his hand he indicated a table behind the blonde goddess, arrayed with various instruments of delicious torment.

The Hunts and the Shaws left, leaving Timmy and Kelly alone in the baking sun with Idaho, hanging helplessly in her bonds.

Timmy picked up the camera, realized it was similar to one used by his parents to film family fucking, and focused on the naked slave woman.

"There's 65 minutes film, sis," he announced. "Let's get started."

Kelly stood beside the gleaming body of her victim and struck an erotic pose.

"Camera, lights, action," Timmy called as he pressed the record button.

Kelly began: "Hi folks, this is Kelly Shaw in another session of your favorite domination show TWAT - Teenager With Attitude Tortures. And my subject this afternoon is the lovely Idaho!"

Kelly turned to stare Idaho in the face: "Let's hear something about you Idaho - how old are you and how long have you been a sex slave?"

Idaho gave her age - 38 - and the fact that she had been the sexual property of Mr and Mrs Hunt for almost a year, having been caught thieving from the multi- millionaire's office funds.

"And do you enjoy your new role in life?" Kelly asked.

"Very much so, Mistress Kelly," the blonde replied obediently. "Any special preferences?" inquired the young tormentress.

"Tit torture, electro play, flogging - oh, and Mr Hunt asked me to say I've got a thing for water sports," replied the stunningly-built slave.

"Well I'm sure we can provide all of that for you this afternoon," the young domina informed her victim. "Now, let's see, what shall we begin with?" And Timmy's camera followed Kelly as the young blonde picked up a rubber flogger from the table.

The scene was being watched from an upper bedroom window by Mr and Mrs Shaw and the Hunts.

Karla and Barbara were kneeling on the comfortable, leather-cushoned window seats which gave a wonderful view out to the lawn where Idaho was about to be whipped by the blonde twin girl.

Behind Karla, Kurt was slowly thrusting his eight-inch uncut cock into her cunt. Behind Barbara, Brad's nine-inch circumcised prick was similarly serving his hostess's juicy quim.

They watched keenly as Kelly worked slowly and efficiently, flogging most of Idaho's sweat-pouring body, noting with interest that Timmy knelt to get close-ups when his sister targeted the superb slave's juice-streaming snatch.

Finally, after giving the slave girl a good working-over, Kelly replaced the flogger on the table and picked up the dildo-shaped electro punisher. Looking up at the house, Kelly spotted her parents and Uncle Kurt and Aunt Barbara watching the proceedings.

She waved the dildo above her head and called out: "How many bursts to make her come, uncle?"

Kurt laughed: "It can take up to 12, but sometimes, when she's randy she can come in six or seven."

"Thanks," said Kelly, pressing the switch to "On" and tracing the dildo's tip across Idaho's straining breasts, making them jump and quiver as the current smacked into her.

"Oh shit, I love to watch her get the electro-treatment," Kurt groaned, as his fuck pace in Mrs Shaw's cunt increased. "Sorry, my dear Karla, but I'm going to have to withdraw for a moment or I'll come too soon."

His glistening rod pulled out and then lay on her lush, firm buttocks as Kurt watched Mrs Shaw's daughter torment the threshing slave with the dildo, finally pushing it up to the hilt in the victim's cunt and giving her six, seven, eight jolts before the blonde victim cried "Yes, yes, I'm coming" and collapsing in her bonds, her whole body heaving, shining with perspiration.

The four spectators from their window seats broke into applause at the slave's climax.

From the window seat vantage point, the Hunts and the Shaws then heard Kelly teasingly inquire of her panting slave: "Now, Idaho, after all that hard work I suppose you'd like a nice cool drink, wouldn't you?"

Idaho looked down from her position of bondage and knew there was only one answer for the 18-year-old dominatrix: "Yes, please, Mistress Kelly, that would be lovely."

Kelly grinned wickedly: "It would appear that Uncle Kurt has only left a nice cold pitcher of urine, judging by the colour, but I suppose you won't mind that, will you?"

Idaho replied: "No, that will be lovely mistress."

And with that the nubile little blonde poured a long glass of yellow-colored liquid for the naked sex slave and pressed its rim to her lips. Idaho took three long draughts to swallow the urine.

"Any idea who's it was, Idaho?" the temptress queried.

"No, mistress, I can't tell," the slave replied, honestly.

Kelly turned to the big bay window above the torture spot and called out: "Who's piss was that she just drank, uncle?"

Kurt smiled down at them: "It was a cocktail - mine and Barbara's, brewed fresh this morning!"

Kelly turned to her slave and ordered: "Thank them for being so thoughtful, there's a dear, Idaho!"

Idaho gulped and then called out: "Thank-you for allowing me to drink your lovely urine, master and mistress!"

Barbara laughed: "The pleasure was all ours, Idaho!"

Kelly next turned her attentions to Idaho's large buttocks, working on their trembling, quivering mounds with a thick leather paddle.

Before she had completed her task, Kurt pulled from Mrs Shaw and announced: "I know you've both had a long drive, but what say we have a short drive around the upper part of the property? We can hitch Idaho behind the jeep and make her trot behind us. Timmy can film it!"

Brad pulled out of Barbara's steaming quim, and turned to his wife: "Sounds like fun, eh Karla?"

Karla nodded enthusiastically: "I'm game - or rather, it sounds like Idaho will be!"

Kurt laughed: "Yes, especially when I've got her trussed up with the tow rope, so she doesn't get left behind!"

And the quartet - the men now naked, Barbara Hunt now minus her  bikini bottom, Karla Shaw still in her revealing playsuit - walked downstairs.

When they arrived downstairs, Barbara told the others: "You go ahead, gang, I've got some tidying up to do in the torture chamber and when you get back from your drive we can display some of its delights on Idaho."

"Great idea," said her husband, "six in the Jeep would be a tight squeeze, anyway."

He turned to go and Barbara reminded him: "Don't forget a bottle of urine - we don't want our lovely slave lady getting dehydrated. Oh, and take some hats!"

Kurt ushered the Shaws into a gear room and indicated a large refrigerator. "Grab me bottle of water from the fridge Karla, there's a darling," he said, "while I get a tow rope for dear Idaho."

The busty brunette pulled the fridge door open and was amazed to see that rack upon rack of the machine was crammed with large bottles of Coca-Cola, only judging from the color of the contents, the drinks were definitely not Coke!

Grabbing a bottle, Karla asked her host: "Who's is this?" Kurt grinned: "Just mine and Barbara's, that way we know it's perfectly clean and sterile for our slave."

Then, picking up some baseball caps he handed them out to the Shaws, put one on himself and took two for the kids.

Outside, Kurt made Idaho put on a pair of sturdy boots, then placed her wrists behind her back and put a pair of rubber handcuffs on them. The 12-foot long length of rope he then tied to the middle of the cuffs, before running it between her shapely, toned thighs and tying it to the Jeep's waist high bar on the back of the vehicle, pulling the rope up at angle between her sex lips.

Placing the water bottle on the back of the jeep, he then told Brad: "Hop up front with me, girls you get into the back seats, carefully designed to face backwards as you see.

“Timmy, up behind your pop and me and get ready to film!"

Everyone took their places, and Timmy focused the camera on Idaho. "Fuck, this is going to make a great shot!" he said, with relish, as the camera zoomed in on Idaho's sweat-stained face and upthrust boobies.

"Timmy," snapped his mother, settling in her rear-facing seat alongside her daughter, "mind your language!"

Timmy sulked: "Hey mom, it was OK when I said I was looking forward to fucking Idaho."

"Not the point, Timmy," his mother chided, "because that's exactly what you will be doing with her. I object to you using it all the time."

"Sorry, mom," said the youth as Kurt started the engine and moved the Jeep off, very slowly, in first gear.

Idaho started to walk behind, then as Kurt accelerated slightly she had to trot to keep being pulled from her feet. Brad looked back, while Kurt concentrated on the dusty, slightly uphill path.

"She sure has a great body," he told their chauffeur, "you really look after her."

Kurt nodded: "I'm not like a lot of slave owners, who really neglect their charges. She's nearly six foot tall, and I want her to maintain that 38-26-36 figure in perfect shape.

“That's why she always eats what we eat, very good nutritional food, she sleeps in a comfortable bed - unless it's an all night punishment session," said Kurt.

"What did she do to make her your sex slave?" inquired Brad.

"Embezzled $85,000 from my firm, but I got a signed confession - and rather than go inside for a long prison sentence - you know how she would have been treated with the butch bitches in prison - I gave her the opportunity to become our sex slave."

Their conversation was cut short by cries from Idaho. The chafing and rubbing of the tow rope had worked on her pussy and she was crying out "I'm cumming, master, I'm cumming!"

Kurt laughed and braked the Jeep to a halt.

"OK Kelly," he said, "my wife is very keen that Idaho doesn't get dehydrated, so would you mind giving her a few swallows of that nice cold 'Coke'."

The teenaged blonde jumped from the vehicle and helped the panting slave drink down several snorts of the yellow liquid.

And so the journey around the dusty circuit of the ranch continued, Idaho jogging along behind the vehicle, enjoying a shuddering orgasm every 400 yards or so and being "refreshed" by the Coke bottle so thoughtfully presented to her by Kelly.

By the time they had driven back to the ranch, Idaho had come four times on the cruel tow rope, which she was never allowed to slacken during the drive.

After everyone climbed from the Jeep, Kurt "unhitched" his lovely slave.

"Get down to the torture chamber, Idaho," Kurt instructed the heaving-breasted woman. "We'll be along after we've had a nice refreshing swim."

The slave walked inside the house, still cuffed, while the party went for a cooling dip. After their time in the pool and toweling off using the big, fluffy beach  Barbara had thoughtfully provided on the poolside recliners, they went inside the main house.

The naked men, the playsuited Karla, Kelly, now naked after her swim, and Timmy, also nude and displaying a thick eight-inch erection on his circumcised cock, walked into the air-conditioned comfort of the ranch and Kurt led the way to the torture chamber, set in the basement below the ground floor.

Inside, they found Barbara, now dressed for domination. Her lovely 40-inch breasts were thrust into superb uplift by a gleaming black leather quarter-cup brassiere, her nipples red and erect in the hard strip lighting of the chamber.

A similarly shiny black leather belt was around her hips, and shiny PVC boots which came to mid-thigh, gave her added height. Her pussy and buttocks were bare.

"I'm in the mood to apply some perfume punishment, darling," the lovely 35-year-old informed her husband. "Be a darling and select some 'perfume' for me."

Kurt grinned - watching his wife "perfume pose" the lovely Idaho was one of his favorite spectator sports and his penis started to rise to erection in anticipation of the fun to come. "Take a seat folks," he informed the Shaws, "and see what you think of this."

The Shaw family settled on comfortable leather couches set along one wall of the spacious torture room and waited with eager anticipation for what was to come, both males sporting thick hard-ons.

Kurt went to a refrigerator standing in one corner of the room and pulled from it a perfume atomiser, only it was larger than the usual commercial variety, holding at least a couple of pints of "perfume".

"This, apparently, is Bellagio by Barbara," Kurt said, looking at the label, thoroughly enjoying his little joke.

"Lovely," laughed Barbara, entering into the spirit of the game, "one of Idaho's favorites, eh my darling?"

Idaho nodded, sullenly.

"Right," said Barbara, bursting with cheerfulness, "now our guests are comfortable we can begin. My left breast, first, I think, my darling Kurt."

Her husband moved to her side and sprayed a jet of the cool liquid onto her lovely large globe, making it glisten in the strip lighting. The still-handcuffed Idaho bent before her mistress and licked the gleaming breast flesh clear of "perfume".

While she was performing this task, Kurt was spraying the other succulent breast. As Idaho shifted her oral attentions to the right breast, Kurt knelt behind his wife's shapely buttocks, anointing first the left, then right cheek, which Idaho had to lick clean of urine.

For the last part of the punishment, Barbara placed one high-heeled clad foot up on a large stool, allowing clear access to her pussy, which Kurt knelt to liberally spray with the "perfume".

Idaho then took over, carefully licking and laving away at her mistress's minge before Barbara ordered her up.

"Hey, uncle," Kelly called out, "can I try that? Would you spray some on Idaho's breast so I can see what it tastes like?"

Kurt nodded: "Certainly, my dear, if you wish but only a splash – I must warn you it's a very acquired taste!"

He then jetted a short burst of the liquid onto Idaho's left nipple. Kelly got up from the couch and licked the slave's nipple. "Yukkk," she cried, "that's disgusting!"

"Kelly," her mother chided, "you're talking about your Aunty Barbara's perfume here!"

Barbara laughed: "That's quite alright, darling. You must remember, Kelly, that Idaho is a masochist and some people's food is another's poison. Idaho, in fact, loves my piss, don't you dear?"

Idaho nodded, somewhat sullenly, again, a sullenness everyone noticed.

"That's good, darling,” announced the busty brunette, “because we're going to do it again - Kurt! Left breast, please!"\

And once more the multi-millionaire sprayed the "perfume" on his wife's body while their slave licked it clean. The last cleansing of urine from her crotch resulted in Barbara having a small orgasm.

"Right," said Kurt, delighted with the attentive way the Shaw's had observed the game, "who's next?"

Kelly and Karla both shot their hands in the air with simultaneous cries of "Me, me!"

Kurt laughed. "Ladies, ladies, patience, please. There's plenty of time. I think that since Barbara went first, it's time now for one of the boys, don't you?"

Brad looked at Timmy, whose eyes were almost popping out of his head in anticipation. "Go ahead, son," smiled the swarthy 40-year-old, "I can wait."

Timmy leapt to his feet and walked into the centre of the room.

Kurt smiled at him and announced: "Right, Tim, I think we can dispense with buttock worship this time and go straight to the business end, as it were.

“But a word of warning - this stuff is quite cool, still, so it might shock you a little."

And with that Kurt knelt and carefully sprayed the liquid onto the teenager's heavy ball sac. Idaho was then motioned into play. She went down on her knees and placed her mouth beneath Timmy's scrotum and licked it clear of the "perfume".

Kurt next sprayed the thick tip of Timmy's mauve-headed knob and Idaho took it in her mouth. The teenager sighed with ecstasy as she sucked the urine from its turgid tip.

Then Kurt sprayed his entire shaft and Idaho deep-throated the lad.

"OK, Timmy," said Kurt, "now we can move on to your sis, I think. Kelly, up you get."

And so the piss punishment session continued, until at last Idaho had performed her cleansing operations on everyone in the room except Kurt.

"Time now for dinner, I think," the millionaire announced and the seven trooped upstairs for a fine meal which had been prepared by the Hunts' live-in cook, an ebony French lady named Yvette, who had remained discreetly out of sight all day.

When they had cleaned their plates and Idaho had cleared the dirty dishes away and stacked them in the dish washer, Kurt made another announcement.

"Right sleeping arrangements. For your first night here, Brad you can sleep with Idaho."

Brad affected nonchalance, but his body started to throb in anticipation of what he would do to the statuesque blonde beauty. "Fine by me," he drawled.

"You, Timmy will enjoy the night with my darling wife!" said Kurt.

Timmy beamed in utter delight: "Thanks so much, Uncle Kurt!" And then, remembering himself hastily added: "And you, too, Aunty Barbara."

Barbara smiled at his gaucheness and patted the place beside her on the couch. The naked teen walked over to her, stiff-pricked.

"And that," said the ranch owner, "leaves just me and Karla and Kelly." The 18-year-old glanced at her mother, who was paying keen attention to Kurt's every word.

The debonair, silver-haired millionaire continued: "Since it would be extremely bad manners to prefer one of you lovely ladies over the other, I intend to sleep with both of you!"

Karla smiled: "Thank goodness for good manners!"

Everyone roared with laughter. Everyone, that is, except Idaho ...

                          

                            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 ….

                         Six Have Fun At The Ranch

                      Part 3 – Idaho enjoys a fuckathon

The Shaws had been at Kurt and Barbara’s ranch for about four days and were thoroughly enjoying the sex “games” they played Idaho, the busty sex slave.

But on the fifth day, Barbara announced over breakfast that she was taking Karla and Kelly to a small city about an hour’s drive away on a shopping spree.

“They’ve got some really nice little boutiques there and we deserve to be pampered, what with all the hot domination work we’ve been indulging in with Idaho,” said Barbara.

Kurt looked at Brad and Timmy and winked. “Then it looks as if we three have to keep the slut occupied, eh?”

Brad and Timmy laughed. “Any ideas?” asked the teenager.

Kurt sipped on his coffee and looked sternly at the naked blonde sex slave. “Well,” he murmured, “I thought a fuckathon might be the order of the day. What d’ya reckon Idaho, sound like fun?”

The look on the pretty woman’s face indicated she thought it would be anything but “fun”, but gulped, then nodded: “Yes, master, it does indeed.”

“What’s a ‘fuckathon’?” asked Kelly.

“Oh, it’s just a little endurance test for our fine busty friend, here,” smiled Kurt. “There are some rules, but basically we will find out how many times we can fuck her while you’re away.”

Barbara Hunt interrupted. “There is a time limit and there are rules, so explain them, Kurt, and don’t be so fuckin’ mysterious,” said his wife.

Kurt dabbed his lips with a napkin then looked across at the increasingly nervous sex slave.

“Idaho, my dear,” he said, in a very kindly tone, “why don’t you explain to the Shaws what takes place in a fuckathon? After all, you’ve enjoyed about three or four since your arrival here, haven’t you?”

Idaho gulped, her big breasts quivered and she started to speak, in a quavering voice. But before she had got many words out, Barbara leaned over and slapped her a stinging blow across the cheek.

“Put some energy into it, slut,” she snapped. “Come on, stop sounding like an innocent little schoolgirl. Now – start again!”

Idaho cleared her throat and resumed her description of the “fuckathon”.

“I am placed on my back on a fuck mattress in the basement,” she told the keenly interested Shaws. “My ankles are tied at the ends of the mattress, which keeps my thighs wide apart.”

“Yummy, cunt on display and all wet for it,” said Timmy.

“Shut the fuck up, Timmy,” snapped his mom. “Don’t interrupt Idaho. This is interesting.”

“My arms are free, to allow me to caress the buttocks and back of the person who is fucking me,” she said, her voice now much firmer than before.

“But the person fucking me is not permitted to cum in my vagina,” she said. “He has to shoot in my mouth.”

“And then?” asked Kurt, a sneering smile on his mouth.

“And then I am given some liquid refreshment before the second person takes their place in my cunt,” she said, her voice a little quieter now.

“Don’t be shy, Idaho,” urged Mr Hunt. “What is the liquid refreshment, exactly?”

“Urine, master,” she said, her voice now in a whisper, a whisper that earned her another face slap from Barbara Hunt.

“Louder, cunt!” shouted the millionaire’s wife, “fuckin’ louder!”

“And that’s the way it goes on,” said Idaho, again speaking up. “I am fucked by the men in turn and after four hours, they count up the number of times.”

“What’s the record?” asked Timmy, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

“Idaho,” said Kurt, “go to the basement and fetch up the record book, so we can get the facts.”

The lovely nude woman left the kitchen, and Timmy looked at his father. “Fuck dad, I’m as hard as a lump of lead. This sounds like fun!”

Idaho soon returned and handed Mr Hunt a large, red leather ledger. On the cover in embossed gold letters were the words: “Idaho’s Games – Records.”

Mr Hunt opened it towards the middle of the book, and said: “Ah, here we are, the fuckathons. The first was myself and a couple of friends from my old alma mater. Well, we managed 11 fucks in four hours. I guess we weren’t in any hurry.

“Then, about six weeks ago, two of my golfing friends took part in the second fuckathon she’s enjoyed, and we reached 10.”

Closing the ledger, he smiled at the Shaws. “But with a little help from young Timmy here, I hope we can improve on that. The point is, you see, that the fucks can’t be so fast that they don’t give the other two participants the chance to recuperate. Steady does it, eh, Idaho?”

Idaho, who was standing beside her master nodded. “Correct, master,” she said.

Barbara Hunt stood up and told the other two females: “Right, we’re off to get dressed for our shopping trip. Now Kurt, I want this fuckin’ game videotaped – just the highlights.

“I wanna see cock-into-cunt entry in each case, I wanna see each cum in her mouth and her drinking the piss between fucks. OK?”

Kurt laughed. “Your wish is my command, my dearest – now, enjoy your shopping.”

And with that he stood, cupped one of Idaho’s heavy breasts, tweaked her nipple to erection and said: “Clear the dishes, then downstairs and get yourself organized. When we get down there, I want you on your back, ankles strapped and cunt hot and eager for action.”

Idaho nodded, murmured a soft “Yes, master” and bent to her work.

About 10 minutes later, the three naked men all displaying strong erections in anticipation of the fun to come, marched down into the torture room.

There, they found a large, mattress with black rubber sheeting had been positioned in the center of the room by Idaho, who was lying on it, face up, her ankles strapped into sturdy leather restraints.

The strong lighting gleamed on her sex lips, which were pink and puffy. Her heavy breasts were firm, the nipples pointing at the ceiling. There was hardly any sag, no doubt due to the surgical work that had been done on them.

At the side of the fuck mattress and off to one side stood a small table. On it was a half-pint glass and a large bottle of “refreshing” urine, for Idaho’s between-fuck drinks.

“Hi, sweetheart,” called Kurt, cheerily. “All ready for the fun?”

Idaho nodded. “Yes, master.”

“Right,” said her sex boss, “now before we came down we had a discussion about the batting line up. We’ve decided to let the young stud start, then it will be his father and then me.

“That OK by you, sexy?”

Idaho replied “Yes, master, thank-you” – as if she had any say in the “batting line up”!

“Right then,” said Kurt, clapping his hands and walking to an equipment cabinet, he produced a timer clock, which he placed by the bottle full of piss and a sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen to write down the times.

The master of the ranch then picked up a video camera and focused on the naked slave.

“Righto, Timmy,” said Kurt, “she’s all yours!”

And as the youngster climbed onto the mattress and placed his eight-inch circumsized cock against Idaho’s outer cunt lips, his father started the clock, while Kurt began to film the scene.

Timmy’s taut young buttocks clenched as he fucked the pinned down sex slave, while Idaho – who had been well and truly taught by her master during previous fuckathons – stroked the lad’s butt with her strong hands.

The lad, still really randy for the 38-year-old, couldn’t control himself too well and after only two minutes of fuckery, he pulled his glistening shaft from the slave’s cunt and placed its throbbing head to her mouth.

Idaho swallowed down his hot jizz as Timmy’s father noted down “Fuck number 1, duration 2 minutes”. The lad then poured a glass full of cold urine and told the slave: “Drink it all down, there’s a good slut!”

Idaho, being a good slut, obeyed.

Then Brad Shaw, his nine inches of rampant manhood swaying before him, then climbed onto the mattress to enjoy his first go in the fuckathon.

He lasted longer than his son, but not by much. After he had rammed the slave with his meaty member, Kurt was noting down on the sheet: Fuck number 2, duration 8 minutes.”

Timmy then held the video camera to record Kurt Hunt’s first fuck with his sex slave. The grey-haired master of the ranch, took his time, but Idaho’s sex muscles worked their way on him and after 10 minutes he was pumping his spunk into her throat, before making her drink down her third glass of piss.

The fuck sheet now read: “Fuck number 3, duration 11 minutes.”

By now, the clock on the table beside the fuck mattress showed that 23 minutes had elapsed, but young Timmy’s cock was turgid and ready to rock ‘n’ roll again!

This time he managed to fuck the sweating blonde beneath him for eight minutes, before, with a panted “Fuck, this bitch is wet, she’s on fuckin’ heat!” he pulled his glistening cock from her cunt and presented it for her to fellate to completion.

Brad enjoyed his second fuck with the woman, kissing her hotly and with a lot of tongue work, for 10 minutes, while Kurt Hunt took 15 to shoot his spunk down his slave’s throat.

The clock on the table now showed that the fuckathon had been in progress for 60 minutes and the note paper showed that Idaho had enjoyed six fucks.

Things now slowed somewhat. Timmy managed to last on the sweat-stained slave for 20 minutes, before putting his cock into her mouth for the fellatio segment.

Brad Shaw lasted longer – it took him 31 minutes before his nine-inch monster was shown to the slave, who sucked him off.

And Mr Hunt’s third slave fuck took him 35 minutes to reach completion.

The fuckathon time now stood at two hours and 30 minutes, and Idaho had been fucked nine times.

Timmy, though, was refreshed and raring to go, but before he mounted Idaho for his fourth fuck, he turned to Kurt Hunt. “Uncle Kurt,” he asked, “is there anything in the rules to stop me fucking her in the ass?”

The ranch and slave owner pondered the teenager’s question. “Er, now that you mention it, no, there’s no rule against it, Timmy,” said the older man.

“Great,” said Timmy, stroking his hard-on. “So I guess there’s nothing in the rules about having her lie on her tummy while the ass fuck goes in?”

Again, Kurt Hunt commented that if that was the position Timmy wanted the slave in, then that was the position she should be in.

“OK, Idaho,” he told his slave, “you heard Timmy. Free yourself from the straps, then get on your belly after you’ve turned around and re-tie your ankles. Come on, time’s a wasting!”

Idaho’s glistening body moved as she sat up to free her ankles from the tight leather straps. Then she rolled over, replaced the straps to keep her legs nice and wide apart, and Timmy bent down and licked her anus.

“Right bitch, now for a rectal examination,” he said, eagerly, as Mr  Hunt’s video camera faithfully recorded Timmy’s anal intrusion.

Soon he was pumping strongly into her asshole, and then – a mere 10 minutes after cut eight-incher had plunged into her back passage – Timmy dragged it from her, and presented the musky, stained meat to her mouth.

Idaho gulped, but obediently sucked his jizz down, as Brad Shaw noted: “Fuck number 10, duration 10 minutes.”

After the boy’s fourth fuck, Brad Shaw took his host to one side. “Fuck, Kurt,” he said, “I’m almost totally fucked. You got anything to help me out?”

Kurt grinned and took the LA millionaire to a drinks cabinet in one corner of the torture chamber. From a drawer he extracted a bottle of tablets, and handed one to his guest.

“Drink it down with a glass of water and you should be able to give her a fourth fuck,” he said. “You’re OK heart-wise, I guess?”

Brad nodded. “Strong as an ox,” he said, swallowing the tablet with a sip of water.

Within a matter of minutes, his cock was again pointing in a proud nine-inch erection, and he approached the bed.

“Did you like my boy fuckin’ your butt, bitch?” he asked Idaho.

“Yes, Master Brad, it was lovely,” said the obediently polite sex slave.

“Great,” said Brad, “because you’re gonna get an encore!”

And his nine-inches was soon ramrodding into the woman’s anus.

The pill had worked wonders on his cock, but it took him 20 minutes before he needed to place his musky meat to the slave’s mouth and shoot spunk.

“And that,” said Kurt Hunt, putting down the camera after he had recorded Idaho sucking down yet another glass of strong-tasting urine, “equals the fuckathon record!”

The fuckathon time now stood at 3 hours and 15 minutes, when Kurt Hunt, his cock aroused by a tablet, too, placed his eight-inch manhood to Idaho’s asshole.

“And this,” he said, enjoying a moment of teasing with his slave, “is for the record! Take it all in, bitch!”

With that, he pushed deep into her anus and began to ream away at her big, bouncing butt.

As he ass-fucked her, Kurt worked up a decent sweat and 20 minutes after starting, felt his orgasm near and put his foreskin-dragged-back-cock to Idaho’s mouth for fellatio.

Brad Shaw wrote: “Fuck number 12, duration 20 minutes.”

The fuckathon had now been in progress for 3 hours 33 minutes.

“I don’t know about you,” said Kurt as he collapsed on a long leather couch, “but I’m fucked.”

Brad nodded. “I’m done. Couldn’t do it again – but I think Timmy’s ready to shoot for fuck number 5!”

Timmy, indeed, was. The teenager stepped behind the upturned buttocks of the 38-year-old woman, and entered her. As he did, Kurt Hunt, who was again filming the fuck, called out to Brad, still on the couch: “This is fuck number 13.

“We’ve set a record that’s gonna be hard to beat. Well, for a three-man fuck team. A bigger team could probably beat it easy.”

Then, as the lad pumped hard at Idaho’s ass, Mr Hunt called out: “What do ya reckon, Idaho? A 10-man fuck team sound like fun!”

Idaho pretended not to hear, but Timmy grabbed a hunk of her hair and pulled her up from the mattress. “Speak to your master, bitch,” he snapped, running one hand across her heaving puppies and pinching her nipples.

“Yes, master,” the slave grunted, “it sounds like a lot of fun.”

And then Timmy groaned and dragged his cock from the woman’s gaping anus and pushed it to her mouth. “Quick bitch, I’m there, suck me!” he snarled, and the video camera recorded it all.

Afterwards, Mr Hunt read out the news: “13 fucks, in three hours and 55 minutes. Well done, everyone.”

Then he spoke to the slave woman: “Right, get yourself on your back again, ankles strapped. We’re gonna go up for a swim and some refreshing beers. The girls will be back soon, and we’ll bring ‘em down.

“They’re sure to want to know how we did!”

The three fucksters swam for a while, washing away the aches of the fuckathon, and were lounging naked on recliners when the three women walked back into the ranch, laden with shopping bags.

“How did it go, hon?” asked Barbara Hunt, when the three females – now all naked, but for “fuck me” high heels – returned poolside.

Kurt stood up and kissed his wife. “Come on down and we’ll show you.”

Back in the torture chamber, the six punishers looked down at Idaho’s naked body, ankles strapped wide.

“Hmmm, piss bottle has been emptied, I see,” said Barbara. “Well, what’s the story?”

Kurt showed her the notepaper. “Here it is, I’ll enter it into the ledger soon. What do you reckon?”

Barbara’s eyes went wide in admiration. “Fuckin’ hell, 13 fucks, 3 hours 55 minutes. A record!”

Then she looked down at Idaho. “Shoot, Idaho, I bet your cunny’s all sore, ain’t it?”

The blonde slave nodded: “Yes, mistress, very sore.”

Barbara kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the fuck mattress, kneeling up by Idaho’s head.

“Well, since your cunt’s fucked, as it were,” she announced, “we’ll let your tongue do the work this time.”

Then, looking back at her husband, she said: “Honey, refill Idaho’s piss bottle, there’s a sweetie. On the way back we girls all decided to play a little game with Idaho. See how many orgasms she can give us in – what was it, girls?”

Karla Shaw answered eagerly: “Three hours, Barbara. We thought we’d get at least a dozen.”

“Fuck the dozen,” said Barbara, “let’s see if we can’t match the men. Let’s go for 13!”

And as she lowered her snatch onto the still-sweating slave’s mouth, Barbara called out: “13 – what do they say about 13, Idaho? Unlucky for some!”

Everyone roared with laughter. Everyone, that is, except Idaho. She had her mouth full!

                                                    

                                          Six Have Fun At The Ranch

                                   Part 4 – the ladies take charge     

The group was at breakfast two days after their shopping trip and the fuckathon. It was a sunny Saturday morning when the phone rang and Kurt picked up his mobile from the kitchen table.

As usual the women were in sexy little PVC bikinis, and the three men in PVC thongs. Idaho, as was the custom, was naked.

Kurt exchanged a few words, then put the phone down.

"That was the madam, from the brothel I own upstate," he informed the group. "It seems she's got three new staff - black girl, big tits, a Latina, very busty, and a perky little Asiatian beauty.

“She's asked me to go up and check 'em out. How about it Brad, Timmy? Care to join me for an inspection?" Both nodded eagerly.

As the trio left to get dressed for the two-hour drive up to Kurt's very secluded and private brothel, Idaho was ordered to clean up.

She was looking hugely attractive on this lovely morning, her face nicely made up, her hair gleaming in a tightly drawn back ponytail.

"I think we'll play cards with her this morning," Barbara Hunt told her blonde friends, Karla, and her daughter, Kelly.

Karla was just about to ask about the card game, when the men returned, clad in t-shirts and shorts.

Barbara rose to kiss her husband good-bye. "We're going to play cards with Idaho this morning," she informed him.

"Ohmigod," Kurt sighed, "that's one of my favorite A-fucking games with her. I'll have a hard-on all the way to the whore house just thinking about it!"

As the trio turned to go, Karla called out: "Now you make sure young Timmy behaves, Brad - and remember - condoms!"

Kurt picked up his mobile: "It's a two-hour drive, guys, we'll take some water. And Barb, I'll give you a ring when we're about an hour out from the brothel so you can give us an update on how the card game's going!" And then they were gone.

"Idaho," said Barbara, when the male trio had left them alone with the sex slave, "down to the torture chamber and get the cards ready. We'll be down directly."

Idaho departed and Barbara informed her friends: "This is a superb game - you both will love it! If we go slowly, Idaho should have the decks ready by the time we get down there."

Upon entering the large torture room set in the ranch's basement, Karla and Kelly found the superb nude standing in front of a small coffee table placed in front of a large leather couch which had been set behind it by the 38-year-old sex slave.

"Take your places, ladies," announced Barbara, "and I'll explain." They did so, then Barbara joined them, leaving Karla seated in the middle, Kelly on her left side.

"Now we each have five cards numbered one-thru-five," she told her colleagues. "The ace is for breast flogging, the 2 for back flogging, the 3 for buttocks and the 4 for pussy."

"And the 5?" Karla queried.

"That's the wild card - we call it punisher's pick," said Barbara.

"Now also on the table you'll see that last deck, which contains just four cards. That's to select the number of strokes - 10 is for 10, of course, jack is for 15, queen is 20 and the king is a king-sized 25!"

Noting that Kelly and Karla had taken that all in, Barbara explained the method of play: "The decks are all shuffled, Idaho shuffling the four-deck pack.

“Then she will turn up my deck, and that will indicate where I flog her first, then yours Karla, then Kelly's. That's so she gets to anticipate what floggings will take place in the first round before she gets them - heightens her senses, you see."

Karla grinned: "Fiendish!"

Barbara went on: "I take the top card from the four-deck pack to select the number of strokes. That card is then put back and the deck re-shuffled for your selection Karla, and for Kelly's. After each round, the card from our five-deck packs is removed, until we have each flogged her five times. Any questions?"

Karla had one: "So, in theory, it's possible for her to get - let's see five kings is 125, three 125s is 375! She could get 375 strokes!"

Barbara smiled: "Yes, in theory, but it never works out that way, of course."

Kelly piped up: "And what happens after the game - is there a winner?"

Barbara nodded: "There certainly is - the person with most strokes delivered has fun with her solo for an hour!"

And Kelly had a final question: "And in the event of a tie?"

Barbara smiled: "A play-off, my dear!"

Kelly clapped her hands in delight: "Perfect!"

"Right," said Barbara, "but before we begin, Idaho fetch the four implements and explain to our guests their uses."

The statuesque naked blonde fetched four items of punishment from the equipment table and returned to the table with them.

"This is the breast flogger, mistresses," she informed them, holding out short-handled, many-tailed leather flogger. Next she laid a rubber cat-o-nine tails on the table: "For my back, mistresses."

Barbara interrupted: "Rubber, will sting but not break her lovely flesh - Kurt is very insistent on that."

Idaho then laid a heavy black leather tawse on the table: "The tawse for my buttocks, mistresses."

Finally she put down a pussy-width strap of leather with a rubber-gripped handle.

"This is for my pussy, mistresses," said the almost six-foot tall slave, "it's called the pussy or piss flaps punisher."

Kelly and Karla looked extremely impressed.

"Right," cried Barbara, "let's play cards! Idaho, what does the first round hold in store for you?"

The naked blonde bent to the pile in front of Barbara's position on the couch and turned the top card: "A 5, mistress - punisher's pick!"

Barbara smiled and said mysteriously: "I think I'll keep you guessing, my darling, until we see what the rest of the round reveals for you."

Idaho moved to Karla's deck: "A 4, mistress - my pussy." Karla looked like a cat that had got the cream.

Then Idaho was at Kelly's cards: "A 3 - my buttocks, mistress."

All eyes now turned to Barbara to make her wild card choice: "Breasts, I think, my dear."

Idaho then picked up a pad and pen on which the names of the three ladies were written and the number 1-thru-5 below them. Idaho entered the punishments.

"Now how many strokes?" Karla asked.

"Precisely," said Barbara. "Idaho, do the honors, there's a dear."

The blonde picked up the top card and announced: "The queen - 20 strokes for my breasts, Mistress Barbara!"

Then she replaced the card shuffled and picked another: "A king - 25 strokes for my pussy, Mistress Karla!" Karla whooped in delight.

Next Idaho selected a 10 and informed Kelly: "Ten strokes for my bottom, Mistress Kelly!" Kelly looked visibly pissed.

"OK, I'll go first," Barbara announced, "fetch the breast pillory and get it out here, Idaho."

The slave brought a pillory the height of which meant she was forced to kneel to thrust her glorious globes through the apertures, her hands at the ends of the pillory holding onto it.

Barbara then clamped her tits even tighter into the confines, using two wing nuts on each side of the breast board, forcing Idaho's magnificent 38-inch boobs out like melons almost fit to burst.

Veins showed starkly in relief on the straining golden globes. The 35-year-old brunette, then picked up the breast flogger and ran it lightly across her victim's titties.

Then with a swift "Swooosh" the flogger ripped down across the target. "One, thank-you mistress," Idaho yelled through her pain.

Karla and her daughter watched in fascination as the PVC-bikinied, high-heeled dominatrix flogged the slave's flesh. By the completion, Idaho's breasts were thick with red stripes, but no flesh had been broken.

Barbara assisted the woman from her place of punishment, and the pillory was pushed to one side. "Now for your turn, Karla," said Barbara. "Into position, Idaho!"

Upon the command, the tall blonde placed her feet a yard apart, and her hands up behind the ponytail to clasp them together, fingers intertwined. Then she bent slightly at the knees to place her pussy in an optimum position for punishment.

"Excellent," cried Barbara, "she's all yours darl!"

Karla picked up the piss flap punisher and placed it against the slave's prominent pussy lips. Then she brought the crop sharply upwards so it gave out a lovely "Thwock" noise on impact with the poor victim's most private parts.

Twenty-four more times she repeated the dose, until Idaho was stifling back sobbing on the cry "25, thank-you mistress!"

"Now Kelly, it's time you dealt to her butt," said Barbara.

"What position does she assume for this, aunty?" Kelly queried, picking up the buttock-warming tawse.

"Well," said the lady of the house, "she can bend over in the classic hands gripping ankles, or do a semi-bend holding her knees. And the tip-toe stance, hands behind her neck portrays her body beautifully, or there's the flogging bench.

“I think Idaho likes a selection of each, don't you darling?"

The slave nodded: "Yes Mistress Barbara, that's nice."

"Oh, hell, it's only 10," announced the teenage temptress, "get over with your ass in the air, hands clasped round your ankles."

Idaho obeyed, the pose displaying much of her pussy and her puckered brown anus. Kelly laid 10 whistling blows onto her bare buttocks, then allowed the victim to resume standing.

For the second round, Barbara went first, flogging the slave's back with the rubber cat for 20 strokes as she stood hands spread high on one wall of the chamber, prettily up on tip-toe.

Karla had the wild card and burned 10 strokes into the bent-over slave's buttocks.

The last punishment in round two, was Karla's 20 delivered to a tightly-clamped set of boobs.

Round three, saw Barbara deliver 10 strokes to Idaho's butt, followed by Karla inflicting 20 to the same target. Kelly got to crack home 20 strokes of the rubber cat.

The last of the 20 had just cracked the final criss-cross delivery when the phone went on the coffee table by the couch.

"That'll be Kurt, wanting to know how we're getting on," said Barbara, picking it up.

"Hi babe," Kurt's voice boomed out over the phone's inserted loudspeaker, "I've got this call on the speaker so everyone can hear. We've all got our cocks out and we're ready to start stroking! How's it going?"

"Hi darl," replied his wife. "Everything's under control. Idaho - pass me the scorecard!" Idaho handed it over.

"Let's see," said Barbara, "we've had three rounds and it would appear Karla leads with 55 strokes. But Kelly's close on 50 and I'm third on 45."

"And how's my slave holding up?" Kurt inquired as he deftly steered the large Maybach 62 on its cruise control.

"Do you want to talk to her?" Barbara said. "Yep," said Kurt.

Idaho spoke clearly so the voice microphone would pick it up. "It's going very well, master, I'm having a lovely time," she lied, earnestly.

The laughter from the Maybach almost equalled that of the three girls in the torture chamber!

"Kay, babes," said Kurt, "get through the last two rounds quick and we may have a result before we reach the whorehouse. Oh, hold on, Timmy wants to say a word."

Timmy's voice came piping over the line: "Hey, Kelly, give her a kiss on the pussy for me!" More gales of laughter and the connection was cut.

"Right," said Barbara, switching the receiver off, "now let's carry on. Idaho, the cards, please!"

So they went into round four - Barbara 15 strokes across Idaho's by-now burning breasts; Karla 25 across her striped upper back; Kelly 25 on her tormented twat.

"Just one more round to go, darling," Barbara taunted their slave.

The last round saw Barbara draw a 4, for pussy pain, Karla an ace for the beauty's boobs, and Kelly a 5 - the wild card.

The teenager grinned: "I'll do what Aunty Barbara did in the first round, I'll have a think about it."

Barbara drew a jack for 10 strokes of pussy play with the wicked-looked punisher, then Karla a queen for 20 strokes on the slave's breasts.

"Now your wild card time - pick a card, Idaho!" called Barbara.

It was a king - 25 strokes! Kelly announced: "I'll flog your -" then she deliberated a moment or two, dragging Idaho's torment out. "Your pussy!" the 18-year-old cried.

Barbara tormented Idaho's displayed twat with 10 strokes, then the slave had some "relief" as Karla flogged her melon-shaped breasts 20 times. Then Kelly returned to the attack on the woman's pussy. By the end, Idaho could hardly stop from openly weeping as the flogger did its delightful work.

"And now the results!" Barbara cried as the self-appointed Mistress of Ceremonies. "First the rounds - the first three were each 50-stroke jobs," she announced. "Round 4 was a goodie - well, at least for us - a 65-stroker, and the last round was 55. Making a grand total of 270 strokes."

Next the domina moved on to the various targets. "We delivered 70 to her breasts." Polite applause.

"We gave her 65 on her back." Karla blew a raspberry.

Barbara moved on: "Her butt got - only a measly 30 strokes!" All three women called "Shame, shame!"

"But the pussy!" Barbara paused theatrically: "Seventy-fucking five!"

The three women whooped in delight. Idaho looked slightly less happy about it.

"OK," said the Mistress of Ceremonies, clearing her throat, "now for the scores you're all waiting for."

A hush fell in the torture chamber. "Barbara - that's me," she laughed, "I scored 70."

"Karla, you delivered 100 strokes." A pause. "Kelly, you delivered ..." A longer pause: "One hundred strokes! Ladies, we have a tie and, therefore, a play-off!"

The two Shaw women roared with laughter but as Karla looked at Idaho, to say she looked less than pleased would have been a serious understatement.

"What are the play-off rules, please Barb?" asked Karla, when she and her daughter had calmed down.

"Same method of play," said their hostess, "and as in the main game it's decided on strokes delivered. So if you both draw kings, we go on until the tie is broken."

Kelly, though, had a query: "Mom goes first, right?"

Barbara nodded: "Correct."

"So what if she draws a king and I draw a queen - do I still get to give Idaho 20 strokes, even though I'm going to lose the play-off?" asked Kelly.

Barbara nodded: "Yes, Kell, you do - after all this is just a fun game, and we don't want to deprive anyone of some fun. Do we Idaho?"

Idaho nodded her head, slowly: "No mistress, of course not."

"Good," smiled the MC, "so Idaho, pick a card for the first hole of the play-off."

The slave selected a 4! "It's my pussy, please, Mistress Karla," she announced in a hoarse whisper.

"Now Kelly," instructed Barbara.

Idaho picked a card: "Ohmigod, I don't believe it! Another 4, my pussy, please, Mistress Kelly."

"Oh, this is going to be fun!" called Karla. But just then the phone rang again.

"Hey, hon," Kurt called cheerfully, his voice ringing out over the speaker phone. "How's it going?"

"You won't believe it, but we've got a play-off!" his wife informed him.

"Hey, great, that's what the card game's all about," said Kurt. "Look hon, we're nearly there. What were the scores?"

Barbara told him of the 100-stroke tie for Karla and Kelly and that both had drawn a pussy flogging for Idaho for the play-off.

"And the totals, don't keep us all in suspense, hon!" asked Kurt, urgently.

"Idaho's just about to make the announcements, darling," said his wife. "Speak clearly, Idaho, there's a good girl."

Idaho bent and turned a king for Karla. "A king - 25 strokes for Mistress Karla," she called out, clearly enough for everyone in the Maybach to hear.

Kelly, meantime, had shuffled the counting deck. Idaho picked another card and her sigh of relief could have been heard in Tucson! "A 10 - 10 strokes for Mistress Kelly," she called.

"Great hon," said Kurt, "we're just driving down the approach to the whore house. Call you later!"

As the call was cut, Barbara stood. "Idaho's already had 85 strokes on that lovely pussy of hers and the next 35 will bring it up to 120 - that's fairly stringent, even by our standards!"

Barbara looked at Idaho, who was clearly hoping for some mercy, but it was not to be!

"Fetch the gurney, Idaho, there's a darling, I think we need to have you strapped down for this."

The stunning creature walked over to the wall and pushed the gurney into centre-chamber and climbed on it, her back and buttocks relishing the initial coolness of the black leather padding.

Barbara applied the straps until their slave was totally helpless and then stepped back and handed the pussy punisher to Karla: "She's all yours, hon."

Karla laid on a slow, burning 25 strokes to the poor victim's already painfully tormented twat. She was followed by Kelly, and at last the tall blonde's floggings were over.

"Well, that's that - the conclusion of another successful card game, darlings," announced Barbara. "How did you enjoy it Kelly?"

The 18-year-old pert-breasted blonde was hooked: "It's a great game, Aunty Barb - how often do you play it?"

"Possibly once a fortnight," she informed her "niece". "You have to be careful, don't want to overdo it.”

Barbara then addressed Kelly’s mom. “OK, Karla, it's just about midday, so you've got till 1pm with her - only no floggings, right?"

Karla nodded her understanding.

Barbara and Kelly turned to leave the torture chamber, but at the door Barbara smiled and called out in a voice that carried throughout the room: "From experience I can tell you that after 120 strokes on her pussy, cunnilingus is exquisite agony."

The three woman all burst out in laughter. Idaho, strapped to the torture journey, did not join in ….

                                  Six Have Fun At The Ranch

                          Part 5 – Shocks for Dominas and Slave

Karla Shaw, the busty 40-year-old blonde advanced towards the gurney where the lovely sex slave, Idaho, lay strapped down and waiting for her.

The domina placed a stool in the middle of the inverted Y-shaped trolley and sat down.

"Oh dear, Idaho, you're just a little bit too high for me, I'll have to bring you down a bit," the Los Angeles property millionaire's wife announced.

Karla stood and pumped the treadle allowing the gurney to come down slightly. The blonde settled back on the stool and announced to her captive audience: "Perfect, now I can give you a nice licking, my dear, that'll be nice, won't it?"

"Yes, Mistress Karla," the naked slave replied.

"Oh, no need to be so formal, my dear," Karla said in her friendliest voice. "There's no other mistresses here at the moment so 'mistress' will be just fine, my darling."

"Thank-you, mistress," Idaho whispered.

"Now this is the first time I've enjoyed your company alone, so we can have a lovely chat while I help you along to an orgasm and I'm really looking forward to hearing all about your life here, my dear Idaho," said her torturess.

Karla ran her tongue along her prisoner's recently-flogged pussy flesh. "There, is that nice?" she cooed.

"Yes, thank-you mistress, it's lovely," the bound beauty replied.

"I know you embezzled a lot of money from Kurt's company, my dear, and you could have gone to prison, couldn't you?"

The blonde admitted that she could have.

"But Kurt decided to take care of you by making you his sex slave - I guess that was really kind of him, when you consider how you would have been treated in prison, isn't it?"

Karla resumed licking the woman's pussy as Idaho responded: "Yes, it was very kind of him and Mistress Barbara, mistress. I'm told dreadful things go on in prisons."

Karla smiled: "So really all the sex games you play here are far preferable, eh, my dear?"

"Oh yes, mistress. I've heard horror stories of what goes on in some prisons," said Idaho, quite truthfully.

"And Kurt – Mr Hunt - looks after you?" inquired Karla.

"He's very kind, mistress," said Idaho as her pussy started to throb from the woman's attentions. "I get lovely meals, I enjoy fine wines, I exercise in the gym, I swim in the pool - it's lovely here," said the sex slave.

"And you get to fuck your master," Karla reminded her.

"Yes, he's very good with his cock, mistress," said the slave.

"And his wife - you get to play with her, too?"

"Yes, mistress," said the strapped-down slave.

"Who do you prefer?" asked Karla.

Idaho's mind raced. "I prefer the person who's playing with me at the time, mistress," said Idaho, quickly.

"Very diplomatic, my dear," Karla laughed. "So I take it you're a bi-sexual, masochistic whore?"

Idaho agreed: "Yes, I guess you could say that, mistress."

Karla lapped at the woman's juicy pussy for a moment and then asked: "You slept with my husband on our first night here - how does he rate in the fuck and suck department?"

"Oh, he's lovely," said the slave, "a lovely cock, good with his tongue. I had a good time with Master Brad, mistress."

"And of course you’ve slept with my son, young Timmy. How about him, Idaho?"

Idaho gulped and then replied: "He's lovely, too, mistress."

Karla licked at the slave's piss flaps and then nibbled at her clit before responding.

"Well, Idaho, I have to tell you something. Timmy told me in a quiet moment this morning before the boys went upstate to that whore house of your master's, that he has a huge pash on you - he really likes you."

"Thank-you mistress," said the prisoner.

"But there's a problem - he says that you make him come too quickly."

Idaho realized she was expected to answer: "I'm sorry, mistress."

Karla moved on: "Thank-you my dear, so you agree that your technique is somewhat faulty in that regard - you make him come too quickly, thus depriving him of full sexual gratification. That's rather naughty, isn't it?"

"Yes, mistress," Idaho said, quietly, "I guess it is."

Karla licked the bound prisoner from anus to mons and snapped: "No 'guess' about it, Idaho, it's very naughty. But I have an idea - I'm going to get Timmy to fuck you later, and I shall observe your technique and see where you're going wrong, see what needs to be done to enable him to last longer before shooting, a sort of fucking examination. There, that's a good idea, isn't it?"

Idaho almost sobbed: "Yes, mistress, it's a very good idea."

Karla pulled her head away from the slave's crotch and stood up. She stepped away from the gurney, off to one side and removed her PVC bikini bottom.

"Now I'm sorry to do this to you, my darling, but I have to piss. I've never pissed down a woman's mouth before and I'm a little worried about some of my stream missing the target, so I was wondering, is there is piss funnel in the torture chamber?"

Karla knew very well that there was, she had seen one on one of the chamber's equipment tables.

"Yes, mistress," Idaho said, in a small voice, "on the bench next to the whip rack."

Karla walked over and found a large red plastic funnel with straps attached to its shaft about an inch from the end. She walked back to Idaho and placed the first inch of the funnel's tunnel into the slave's mouth, then took the straps around the back of the woman's blonde hair and tied them tight.

Karla then put one of her high-heels in the stirrup at the head of the torture bench and placed her other across the slave's body, before planting it in the opposite stirrup.

Standing fully erect, Karla found that her shaved pussy was now about an inch from the rim of the funnel. "Now I want you to block the end of the funnel - no drinking until I give the word, Idaho," she ordered.

Then she relaxed and succumbed to the temptation that had been growing in her bladder for the last 20 minutes or so - a strong, thick stream of yellow piss flooded into the funnel.

Karla's stream ran for a good 50 seconds, until a few final drops dripped into the funnel. Karla then dismounted from the stirrups and looked down at the anguished slave.

"Right, Idaho, I'm away to have a chat with your mistress - no cheating, no drinking till I get back, there's a good girl. I can see the level is just an inch from the top, so I'll know if you've taken a sly swallow!"

Karla then realized that Idaho was going to have a helluva job keeping the funnel in place, so she unstrapped the woman's wrists from her sides.

"Hold onto the funnel with your hands, just make sure you don't spill any, there's a dear."

And with that the nearly-naked dominatrix turned on her heel and walked out of the torture chamber, leaving the slave supporting the funnel holding the warm piss.

Karla skipped upstairs and entered the large lounge. "You won't guess what I've left her doing," she started to say as she walked into the room, then her words dried up.

Standing in front of the long couch Karla saw the broad back of a Nevada Highway Patrol officer. Beside him, turning to stare at her was a large blonde woman, also from the NHP.

Seated in front of them were Barbara and Kelly, both covered up in toweling robes.

Suddenly, Karla became aware that she was naked. Her hands flew to cover her pussy and her breasts.

The male member of the Highway Patrol team turned and stared at her. "Ma'am," he drawled, "I'd be obliged if you'd get yourself clothed and then join us here, I've got something to tell yo'all."

Karla sprinted upstairs, quivering from shame, her heart thumping. She pulled a robe on and tried to compose herself as she walked back.

While this was going on, the male patrolman turned to Barbara and Kelly and said: "'Scuse us, ladies, but I'm gonna have a quiet word with my partner."

Out in a corridor, out of earshot from the pair, the patrolman told the big blonde: "Somethin' weird going on here, Tammi. We get here and find two stark-naked women watching a torture video, then a third naked woman arrives from downstairs.

"After I've broken the news to them, you snoop around downstairs, see if there's a basement. There's somethin' funny goin' on here."

When Karla returned, she slipped onto the couch beside her daughter. Then all three looked up at the male officer.

"Now ladies," he said, after clearing his throat and removing a pocket book from his tunic, "I unnerstand that Mr Kurt Hunt is the owner of a bordello upstate and that he went to visit it today, correct?"

Barbara Hunt nodded: "Yes, he's my husband and he went with Karla's husband Brad and their son, Timmy."

Karla raised her hand, like a kid in class, and whispered: "I'm Karla Shaw and this is my daughter, Kelly."

The officer nodded. "Well, ladies, I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said, gravely. "It would appear that these gentlemen were on the top floor of the bordello when there was some sort of gas explosion."

The three women stiffened.

The officer went on: "Some sort of heating malfunction, the experts are checking it out. It appears that the gennelmen were with three, er, three ladies."

Barbara nodded almost automatically. "Yes, they'd gone up to er, interview three new ladies at the parlor. But are you sure it's my husband and the Shaws?"

The officer paused. "How can I put this, ma'am? Er, let's say we only know there were six naked bodies at the scene of the explosion, but there was a changing room off from where the explosion took place. Seems like a concrete wall sheltered it from the blast.

"We found three wallets, three drivers licenses, one for Nevada, the other two from California. The Nevada license was made out to, let's see here, Kurt Hunt, aged 45, industrialist."

Barbara stifled a sob: "That's my husband."

The officer read from his note book again: "And the California licenses were made out to Brad Shaw, aged 40, property developer, and Timothy Shaw, aged 18, student."

Karla croaked: "My husband, my son." Then she broke down.

The trio had been so riveted by the officer's announcement, that none noticed the large blonde patrolwoman step quietly from the room.

Finding the stairs leading down to where the naked woman had emerged earlier, Tammi walked carefully down to the basement corridor.

At the door to the torture chamber, she hesitated, then very slowly, opened it. An experienced officer she may have been but the sight that greeted her caused her to gasp in shock.

On the gurney, her snatch reddened by the attentions of the pussy punsher earlier, lay Idaho, holding the funnel containing Karla's urine.

Tammi checked to find the room empty but for herself and the naked prisoner, then stepped over to the gurney.

Bending over she sniffed at the liquid in the funnel. "Is that what I think it is, hon?" she asked.

"Mmmmm," Idaho replied, flicking her eyebrows up and down in what the officer took as a "Yes".

With a flick of her wrist, Tammi smacked the funnel from Idaho's mouth, spraying the contents onto the floor. The patrolwoman then walked around the gurney unstrapping the large blonde.

When she was unbound, Idaho sat up. Tammi put her arms around her and asked: "What do they do to you, hon?"

Idaho whispered: "They torture me.”

Then she broke down into sobs, her tears wetting the top of the officer's tunic.

"Not any more, hon," said the officer, "not any more."

EPILOGUE:

The police had found enough incriminating evidence in the video tapes to build a very impressive case. And on top of that was the incriminating red-leather bound ledger.

Defense counsel tried to argue that Idaho had been a willing participant, but a wily old judge was having none of it.

"Don't give me that kinda horse hockey, counsellor," he snapped at one such feeble attempt to divert the trio's guilt.

"This lovely lady may be a mighty fine actress, but she ain't no Bette Davis or Katherine Hepburn. I've seen the disgusting tapes, so don't you try pulling that kinda wool over these old eyes."

Attempts to suggest that Idaho enjoyed her torments, as reflected by her appearance in the torture program on the sex channel didn't wash with the judge, either.

"If I had my way, that channel would be outlawed, but these days anything goes on cable TV," he snapped. "Anyway, you tryin' to tell me that she begged to go on the show, counsellor?"

In the end, Barbara received eight to 12 years in prison, as she had been involved in inflicting the indignities on Idaho for the longest.

Karla received six years in prison "because you shoulda known better, missy", according to the judge.

Kelly got two years - her youth being taken into account, but her obvious relish at what she was doing as evidenced by the video tapes, counting against her.

Then the judge turned to Ihado's admitted embezzlement from the late Kurt Hunt's business: "You did wrong, young lady, but you have owned up and admitted it.

“Normally I'd put you in the state pen, but since you've agreed to pay all the money back, I'm deferring sentence for two years.

“Keep your nose clean for that period of time and the state of Nevada in its infinite mercy will wipe the slate clean. And don't let me find you in my court again!"

All that had been 12 months ago. Now, Idaho lay back on the poolside recliner and sipped on a long glass of rum and coke. Funny, after all the indignities he had inflicted on her, Mr Hunt had left her $20 million in his will - and the ranch!

Mrs Hunt would receive $50 million, but that would only be after her term of incarceration - still at least seven years to go!

Kelly Shaw had been released from youth prison after 12 months. She had received time off for good behavior and would have been the first to admit her experiences behind bars had changed her. From being a sadistic little slut, she was now a submissive little slut.

Idaho checked her watch. Just gone 2 o'clock and really hot. She adjusted her bikini top, decided to go bare-crotched and pulled on a sun-shading stetson before walking over to the parked Jeep.

Kelly, stark naked save for sox and sturdy boots, was already "hitched" up to it with the tow rope taut between her legs. Idaho gave her a cheerful pat across her lovely buttocks.

"OK, Kelly," she grinned, "time for your afternoon walkies."

Then she paused. "Oh, I nearly forgot - I'd better pop inside and get a nice bottle of piss. Can't have you getting dehydrated, can we?"

Idaho burst into a peal of laughter. Kelly didn’t join in.

The End