Chapter 2

Ida

More Revenge

The last thing Ida heard as they left the house was Betty screaming as she lay locked in the stocks, tits up, in the afternoon heat. She wasn’t going anywhere, but she would be miserable. That put a smile on Daddy’s face.

He had tied Ida securely to the hood of his truck with her head at the front hanging off, naked and tits up of course, and they were headed to the beach for an evening of fun and horticulture. The half hour drive would put them there an hour before sunset, which gave them plenty of time to gather the stinging Nettle plants and maybe some skinny dipping.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the point of view, they happened to pass Officer Laden who was in no particular hurry to be anywhere. He couldn’t help but see Ida, naked and tied to the hood, which peaked his center of attention. He whipped around and hit his lights to summon Daddy to pull over.

“Afternoon, Jim. Nice hood ornament. Where y’all headed?” Officer Laden asked as he walked up to the driver’s side door of the truck.

“Hey, Scott. How have you been? Is your son still roping calves? We’re always looking for help out at the ranch you know,” Daddy replied to his old buddy from high school.

“He is. I’ll let him know. She belong to you?” Officer Laden asked.

“Sort of, why don’t you ask her? She might tell you that I belong to her since she made me strap her to the hood and take her to the beach. She likes the cool air in the afternoon. She also loves to suck dick if you’re so inclined,” Daddy explained.

Officer Laden walked around to the front of the truck as he took note of Ida’s shaved pussy and big tits. He had a weakness for tied up women, especially hot, well endowed women who loved sucking dick.

“What’s your business here, Miss?”

“We’re just out for a ride headed to the beach to look for some plants and take in the scenery,” Ida said, her head hanging off the front staring at Officer Laden’s belly and licking her lips.

“Well, that’s interesting. Did you know it’s illegal to ride on the hood of a truck on a county road?” he asked.

“I did not know that. I’m happy to pay for my crimes though. Maybe you could tell me what the penalty would be for such a crime? I’m really in no position to argue with anything you might suggest. Even if you, yourself, wanted to administer justice to my case, I couldn’t argue. In fact, my lips would be sealed if you were to pronounce sentencing on behalf of the law.” Ida said, smiling.

“Well, since I so have some amount of leniency in such matters, what restitution would you suggest for your crime?” Officer Laden asked, unzipping his pants.

Daddy was out of the truck now and bringing the step stool he kept from behind the seat to work on the engine of his truck from time to time.

“I think you should just let me go, but like I said, I am not one to try and escape justice. The whole idea behind a penalty is to force someone to do something they wouldn’t want to do. I would absolutely hate it if you were to use Daddy’s step stool and step up here and shove your dick down my throat. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to stop you from doi–”

Officer Laden had his cock out and into Ida’s mouth before she could finish her sentence. He shoved it into the back of her throat and grabbed both of her big tits, for balance, and stood fucking her mouth at the front of the truck as Ida lay tied and unprotected. Daddy quietly snapped a couple of pictures, for keepsake, and stood waiting for him to finish.

Ida sucked him in like a pro and he came within three minutes as she swallowed his cum without hesitation. He pulled out and zipped up.

“Today, justice has been served. You are absolved of your crimes. You are free to go, ma’am,” Officer Laden said, as he tipped his hat to Daddy, got in his squad car, and left.

As Betty lay baking in the sun, still locked safely in the stocks tits up, she heard the sound of a vehicle approaching from the driveway. She heard two doors slam shut and the sound of two people walking towards her.

“Hello? Who’s there?” she said, hoping for someone to rescue her. No answer was returned as she heard the boots walking up the steps to the house.

About ten minutes went by before she heard the door closed and footsteps walking again.

“Hello? Anybody? Somebody? Help me? Please? I’ve been locked in here against my will and if you don’t help me I’ll be forced to name you when the cops get here,” Betty threatened.

The next thing Betty heard was the sound of footsteps approaching her and then the full bucket of ice cold water splashing across her body. Then another bucket was thrown on her and the footsteps left. The doors opened and closed, the truck started, and then drove off.

Just as Daddy and Ida pulled up to the beach, the text popped up with the picture of Betty glistening in the sun. Her body was drenched in ice cold water with her nipples telling the story of the temperature along with the anguished look on her contorted face. Daddy showed Ida the picture. Ida smiled and kissed Daddy on the cheek as a thank you for giving her some satisfaction.

They began their walk into the woods to search for the dreaded stinging Nettle plant. The search was extremely profitable, according to Ida. She put on the gloves and carefully gathered several individual stems full of the prickly leaves and placed them into the burlap sack that Daddy had found behind his seat in the truck. Daddy was well versed in the effects of the stinging Nettle and he chuckled when Ida explained her need for gathering so many of these irritating torturous natural plants.

Once she had all she needed they placed them in the back of the truck and took off for the water. The lake was cool and Ida was genuinely excited for an opportunity to wash the sweat off her glistening body. She was also anxious for Daddy to play with her in the water, a kink she’d had since grade school. Her cousins had caught her skinny dipping in her aunt’s pool one night when everyone was supposed to be asleep. She had no idea they were spying on her until she was out of the pool and trying to sneak back into the house, naked, and she heard them giggling. She didn’t let them know that she knew, but it excited her and that began another long and interesting road to a fascinating relationship with voyeurism and humiliation.

All through her high school years, she spent many evenings trying to get caught, outside and barely dressed, watching the neighbors who had no idea she was anywhere near their property. There were many dreams where she would be caught in the hall of her school, naked and unable to remember her combo lock code to her locker. A huge crowd would gather and laugh at her. She would wake up with her pussy drenched from the humiliation.

One time, she did get caught. It was by an older man two doors down who was sunbathing naked in his backyard. Ida saw him as she looked through the fence. He stroking his large cock as he looked through a magazine. She had her fingers stuffed in the front of her bikini bottoms when the neighbor’s dog started barking. She was so busy tending to the mutt and trying to shush him, she didn’t notice that the man had left his backyard. She sat down and prematurely stuffed her fingers back into her bikini, in anticipation of him still being there. She strained through the fence looking for the man, but didn’t see him. He suddenly tapped her on her shoulder and she turned and found herself face to face with his thick cock.

“You’ve been spying on this haven’t you?” he asked, smiling.

“No, sir.” Ida said, shaking. “I was just, umm, playing with–”

“Your little pussy?” the man interrupted.

“Yes sir. I mean, no sir. I mean,” Ida stammered as she licked her lips, staring at his big cock. “Can I touch it?”

“How old are you?” he asked, with a scowl in his voice.

“Old enough to know a pervert when I see one,” Ida replied, smiling.

“Takes one to know one, right?” he asked.

“It sure does,” Ida replied as she took his cock in her hand and placed it in her mouth.

“Whoa there, little one,” he said with hesitation in his voice. “We can’t be engaged in such activity right out in the open. Come to my front door in fifteen minutes and we’ll have some privacy,” he explained as he walked away.

Twenty minutes later, Ida was getting the ramming of her life. The old man spread her legs wide on his couch and railed her hard as she gasped and moaned ane pounded her young snatch.

“You like this getting fucked in your little pussy, you perverted cunt? Keep moaning and tell Daddy how hungry you are for his dick,” the man demanded.