Chapter 3

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Ida 6

Back At The Farmhouse...

Jimmy and Sam rolled up at Daddy’s farmhouse just in time for Ida to awaken Betty from her slumber. She was still passed out from the pain of the branding. Ida and Daddy were neatly placing the nettles underneath Betty’s ass on the table as she lay tits up in the stocks. They had her ankles tied to the table, leaving her pussy bare and unprotected on the edge of the table.

CRACK!

Ida had become an excellent aim with her new whip, and the first lashing was a direct hit to Betty’s cunt. She woke up screaming and trying to break free.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Three more landed between her legs, two of them on her thighs right next to her exposed lips.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The next four more found their marks on her big tits, one directly on her left nipple. Now she was writhing in pain as the nettles dug into her ass. Daddy shoved Betty’s own big dildo into her mouth to shut her up as Ida continued whipping her. This was payback for hiring the bikers. Ida’s memories of being tied to the tree were reaching out through her whip as the popper blistered Betty’s skin.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two more on her thighs.

CRACK!

Another just above her clit. She was honing in on her target now and focusing her aim to strike the final fear into Betty as she let one last whipping unleash all her hate and retribution on her clit.

CRACK!

It was a direct hit as Betty howled into the dildo. Ida walked around in front of Betty and removed the hard rubber dick.

“You’re my bitch now. Don’t ever forget it, you slut. I hope you like pain. Those bikers you paid $1000 to hurt me? They’re giving me that money back just to let them torture and torment you. I’ll be surprised if you last two hours with them,” Ida said, just before she burst into tears from the anguish and pain. She quickly ran into the house before anyone could see her.

They loaded Betty onto the hood of Daddy’s truck, naked, and strapped her down. She was beaten and far too weak to put up a fight as Jimmy, Sam, and Daddy carried her from the stocks to the truck. They placed a cock ring with a leather strap around her so that she would be available to suck any cocks they might pick up along the way to the biker’s camp.

Daddy and Ida rode in the truck and Sam and Jimmy followed behind in their truck. As luck would have it, halfway to the camp, Officer Laden was parked just off the road as the two trucks passed by with Betty on the hood. He called for backup and then began his pursuit of Daddy’s truck. Every available officer volunteered for backup.

As he caught up to Jimmy and Sam, in under a minute, both trucks pulled off the road between several trees. They left plenty of room between their trucks and the road. Officer Laden pulled in front of Daddy’s truck and got out to investigate the situation. Within two minutes another officer pulled in behind Jimmy and Sam.

“Well, what do we have here? Do you realize it’s a crime to ride naked on the front of a truck on a state highway ma’am?” Officer Laden asked Betty as he got out of his squad car.

“Go cuck gagack goog gung gig!” Betty screamed as he walked up.

“Hey Jim? Did she just tell me to go fuck myself and call me a dumb pig?” Officer Laden asked, laughing.

“There’s a distinct possibility, I’m not sure. I would say she might be dangerous without that ring in her mouth though,” Daddy answered.

The other officer approached Daddy from the rear.

“Afternoon, Jim. Nice hood ornament,” Officer Smith said, cordially. “She belong to you?”

“No, Bobby, interesting story. She threatened to go to the police and tell them we put her in stocks and whipped her if we didn’t strap her to the front of my truck and deliver her to a motorcycle gang, naked! Can you believe some women? I thought she was a lesbian, but I hear she sucks a mean dick, ironically enough,” Daddy answered.

“You got a stool or something? I ain’t tall enough to test your theory about sucking dick,” Officer Smith said, half joking.

As Daddy got out to get the step stool, three other police cars whipped in and parked between the trucks and the road, for safety reasons.

As they formed a line in front of Daddy’s truck, they each took a turn with Betty’s open and waiting mouth. She was, of course, cursing each of them as they pounded her mouth and mauled her striped melons. Jimmy and Sam took bets on how long each of the officers would take to cum down her throat. Sam, the expert, won three out of the five.

The last officer to arrive was Officer Bill Jones. He didn’t need the step stool, but he did need the cock ring removed. It was far too small to fit his dick into, so the contention was made to remove it so that she could suck him properly. Of course, nobody trusted Betty, which was a dilemma, in and of itself. A promise was made that if she allowed him to fuck her mouth, they would be free to go without any further discipline or justice to be administered. Betty had never seen a cock so big and she agreed to allow him to use her. Turns out, Betty was not a lesbian, but secretly loved getting used by men and using women was her other passion. She enjoyed administering pain, but despised receiving it. Ironically, she was a beta bully and nobody at the ranch ever suspected it. Daddy had suspected, but was never able to prove it. Until today.

Officer Jones held Betty’s head between his massive hands and drove his big thick dick down Betty’s throat with only minor difficulty. His balls slapped against her forehead as he began pounding her while she moaned and hummed. He mauled her tits and pinched her nipples as she laid naked on the hood, screaming into his cock. She was squirting within two minutes of his rough pounding of her throat. Jimmy won that bet as he fucked her mouth for seven minutes before filling her gullet with his cum. She swallowed every drop and stuck her tongue out as proof as he removed himself.

“You’re free to go!” Officer Laden said as they each got into their respective cars and drove off in search of new pursuits.

Daddy pulled up in the truck with Betty on the hood and Jimmy and Sam close behind. The chic from Nepal was sitting under the big tree where Daddy first saw her. She was sleeping, naked, and snoring. Daddy chuckled and went to meet with Zack to discuss money and pain as Betty lay on the hood of his truck, her mouth donning the cock ring and filled with a biker’s dick. There was a line for the event. Everyone knew what was in store for Betty, so they wanted to use her before they began the festivities.

“It’s all there. One thousand dollars. Like I said, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word,” Zack said as he handed Daddy the money.

“Thanks. We’ll hang onto this. At some point before you leave, we’ll have all of y’all out to the ranch for a big party. How does that sound?” Daddy asked.

“Sounds good. We’re gonna hang out here for a month and then we’ll move on, not sure where yet,” Zack said as he eyed Betty, now servicing her tenth biker.

“She’s not what you think she is, you know. She actually loves being humiliated and fucked by men. And, if you can keep her from biting your dick off, she’s a great cocksucker. She despises women though. Loves torturing them. Not sure what you can do with that intel, but I’m sure your women will know exactly what to do. I’m guessing Barb already has a list,” Daddy said with a smile.

“We haven’t discussed it, but I’ve seen her huddled up with a few others talking. There was mention of a tug of war, and a dart competition. If she hates women that much, I’d say she’s gonna really hate eating a lot of pussy when they’re done with her,” Zack said laughing, “but that’ll be her diet for at least a week.”

“Any update on Nepal? Did her boyfriend ever show up?” Daddy asked.

“Yeah, he dropped off some MDMA and said we could keep her. Said she makes a mean kwati, but we’re not much on stew in the summer. Sel Roti is something else she made for us once. You ever had either of those?” Zack asked.

“I’ve had both when I was stationed in Bangladesh. We used to patrol Nepal and I tried those and something called chatamari, which was my favorite,” Daddy answered.

“Nepal pizza! Good stuff when it’s not overcooked. I should have gotten her to make some of that before he dropped off that MDMA stuff. She made choila one time, except she used beef instead of buffalo. We liked it a lot, but when she’s on MDMA all she wants to do is fuck. A lot. I mean, she wants two guys in her pussy and two guys in her ass, like, at the same time! And they better be big dicks. She’s always hungry for dick. Oh, and she loves cum. Eats it like it’s going out of style...”

“Very interesting. It just so happens we are in need of a cook,” Daddy said with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, sounds like you got a two-fer. She’s a great fuck and sucks a mean dick. She does this thing with her fingers while she’s sucking dick. You’ll see. Take her with you. Use her up. She’s begging for new dick. You and your buddies will be some “strange” to her,” Zack said laughing.

“Well, I’m sure between thirty odd ranch hands she’ll have a lot of “strange” for a while,” Daddy explained.

“Yeah, you think. She’ll go through thirty in the first day if you don’t tie her up.” Zack warned.

“Well, we have plenty of rope. We have a lot of other ways to keep her occupied too.” Daddy said, winding down their conversation.

“Sounds like a plan. Let me know about the festivities. We’ll bring the beer!” Zack said as he shook hands with Daddy.

“Will do. Semper Fi!”

“Semper Fi!” Zack said as Daddy left for the tree.

As he walked over to where Nepal was, Ida joined him.

“Everything good?” she asked.

“I think we might have a new cook. Of course, she’ll have to go through the initiation, and we might have to reign her in from time to time, but I doubt she’ll try to kill anybody like the last cook,” Daddy said as he watched them take Betty off the truck and spread her legs and then tied them to a couple of bikes.

“We should probably get out of here. Hey, Nepal! Wake up!” Daddy yelled at the woman snoozing against the tree. “You wanna come get fucked?”

“Don’t ask, just take me” she said, looking around. “You got any friends?”

“I have a lot of friends if you are willing to cook,” Daddy explained.

“I can cook, but I’d rather suck dicks and get gang banged if it’s all the same to you?” she asked.

“How about you cook, and we’ll pay you in dick. And other things,” Daddy added. “What do we call you?”

“Cum rag, cum slut, or how about just call me Slut. With a capital S,” she said as if beaming with pride at her new job.

“Climb in, Slut. We’ll take you to your new home,” Daddy said as he got in the truck.

“Hey, Slut. You wanna ride up front?” Ida asked, pointing at the hood.

“You mean for real? I can do that?” Slut asked, clearly elated with the idea.

“Daddy? Can she?” Ida asked.

“I guess it’ll be part of her initiation,” Daddy said as he helped her up on the hood and strapped her down.

They rode to the Burger King in town and went through the drive through and ordered three large sodas. Daddy pulled up slowly to the first window, expecting the older lady from the last time to be there. Instead, it was the manager. She was a big tittied red head and bright red lipstick.

“Love your hood ornament!” she said laughing as Daddy handed her the cash.

“Thanks! She don’t have a lot of miles on her, but we’re just breaking her in today. We stopped in to cool off.” Daddy said with a chuckle.

“You from the ranch out east of town?” she asked.

“We are. You should come out sometime. Right Ida?” Daddy said turning to Ida and smiling.

“Yes ma’am. You should definitely come out and check out the Scarecrow. You’d fit right in that,” Ida said, trying to hide her smile.

“Clothing is optional, right?” the red head asked. “I’m Cherry, by the way.”

“Well, Ms. Cherry. You are correct. Clothing is optional and, frankly, frowned upon for first time visitors. In fact, we’ll be having a big shindig this afternoon,” Daddy said, sensing the possibilities.

“I’m off at three. Might just see y’all there,” she said, licking her lips.

Daddy pulled forward slowly and was surprised to see the older woman from the last time.

“Hey Pontiac! How have you been? Seen any bikers lately?” Daddy asked, as if he had a secret he couldn’t wait to tell someone.

“Living the dream, actually. Funny you should ask. I see you’ve met Nepal. She makes a mean kwati!” the woman said with a smile. “Zack and his buddies did me over the weekend. I can barely walk,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Glad to hear it. Come see us at the ranch sometime. Ms. Cherry might be coming this afternoon. You might come with her if you’re off in time,” Daddy mentioned.

“Oh honey, Cherry’s always cumming somewhere. Here’s your drinks. You might see me there this afternoon,” she said, handing Daddy the three sodas.

Daddy pulled into the first space across from the pickup window and blew his horn. All the customers flocked to the big windows and watched as Daddy got out and poured the iced soda on Slut’s naked body.

“She’s from Nepal!” He yelled, pointing at Slut, as he waved to the crowd inside, got in the truck, and drove off honking his horn.

All the ranch hands were applauding as they pulled up with Slut on the hood. Pictures and videos of Betty being used had been circulating and news of a new cook had made its way back before Slut could even get loose from the hood. The big barn was already set up and waiting for the party. The piñata, the Scarecrow, and a new feature known as “The Betty” which was a regular set of stocks with some added features, were on display and waiting for volunteers. First, they would all shower and get cleaned up and ready for the guests. Ida took Slut for a guided tour of the kitchen and several other hotspots, while Daddy, Jimmy, and Sam all showered and changed clothes to get ready for the party. Jimmy had a new “participant” and somehow, Sam was able to swindle his ex into coming. She had no idea that she would be the entertainment today.

At promptly 3:15, Cherry and Ms. Anne arrived in her ‘69 Pontiac. Anne couldn’t find a ‘68, but she liked the irony of the ‘69, plus there were new memories waiting to be made.

Cherry jumped out wearing nothing but cowboy boots, and Ms. Anne was wearing a two piece swimsuit, two sizes too small.

“I’m looking for the Scarecrow? I heard it needed my attention,” Cherry announced to the three ranch hands standing next to the side entrance to the big barn.