Once the branding ceremony had completed, everyone returned to their regular duties on the ranch. Big Daddy and Betty took on the responsibility of watching over Ida for the purposes of healing and care of her burnt ass. Of course, this did not mean that they wouldn’t take advantage of her. After all, her branded ass signaled an open invitation to use her holes as often as necessary to fulfill their needs. For this purpose, Ida was kept hidden.

Since her ass was still gaping from the massive dong Betty had selected for her branding, it was decided that a daily dose of ass plugging would be warranted to maintain her sphincter muscles. While it was absolutely one of the most painful exercises that Ida was forced to do twice a day, Big Daddy and Betty felt it necessary to their enjoyment. They would position Ida, naked on all fours on the concrete floor, then take turns slowly and deliberately inserting the extra large ass plug while the other one forced Ida to service whichever orifice or member they deemed necessary at the moment. This might only take place between chores, or it might go on through the night. This was mainly dependent on their decadent minds. It never occurred to them that Ida might need rest occasionally. They simply used her at will for the next five days as her branding healed enough to move her out to pasture.

At this point, Ida was used as an object of lustful insignificance, i.e. a useful set of holes. Big Daddy came up with the idea to mount her out in the field so that any ranch hands could use any of her holes at any time of the day. Then they would bring her in and chain her to the stable with a collar and a leash. Anyone who didn’t get relief during the day, in fact, could use her holes as needed after hours. This kept all the ranch hands happy and working.

Ida was mounted on a large rotating platform made of motors and tubing that was remote controlled. The contraption could maneuver her body into any position to accommodate any cock, ass, pussy, or tit. Her hands were free and accessible to stroke a cock, finger a pussy, or finger an ass, or grope a titty, should the occasion arise. Basically, it enabled her to live up to the slogan burned onto her ass, and she would never be able to forget it. The only other interesting note was exactly that. On her face, to one side of her mouth, were the letters “W H” and on the other side of her mouth were the letters “R E”. When she opened her mouth to suck a cock, or eat a dick, her face spelled W H O R E. The O was silenced.

The first day she was put out to pasture, within an hour, a cowboy noticed the odd structure from a distance. He and his partner decided to ride their trusty steeds over to check out the bizarre object, affectionately named, “The Scarecrow”.

Once they were close enough to see exactly what Big Daddy had perpetrated, huge smiles broke out on their faces and the jig was up. Nobody had seen Ida for the last week. They all thought she had been sent home. Big Daddy and Betty had other plans for the use of Ida and her holes. By now her ass had healed up, somewhat, as well as her holes, and she would be forced to accommodate each and every need at the ranch until further notice.

Big Daddy paid off all of her bills and even accommodated her roommate in her financial struggles. He wanted to offer her a permanent position at the ranch as well, however she did not seem the type to fit the current needs. That didn’t mean she was out of the equation.

Dylan dismounted his steed and approached “Ida the All Holes Scarecrow”. He carefully studied the mechanism she was mounted on before finding the remote control, held by Ida between her teeth. She was told there would be punishment if it fell out or was damaged in any way prior to any of the ranch hands discovering it. She was more than happy to comply.

Dylan removed the remote from her mouth and began testing out the functionality of each button. Once he got the general gist of how everything moved, he positioned the Scarecrow for a quick blowjob. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his 10” cock. He traced it along her lips before grabbing her hair, to use as leverage, for the throating she was about to endure.

“Please be gentle with me, you kno–” Ida began to say with her WHORE mouth, but was cut off before she could finish.

“Fuck that, whore. You are a set of fuck holes. You live to be used now. Enjoy all the cock and cunt you can!” Dylan said, laughing at her.

He slammed his cock into her WHORE mouth, balls deep, to the back of her throat and held it there as he plugged her nose. She choked and coughed as his thick cock stuffed her mouth. He laughed and gave Matt a high five as he withheld her breath until her eyes rolled back.

Matt reached for the remote as Dylan continued thrusting her mouth until she regained her senses.

“Pull out for just a minute while I move her around so I can fuck that bubble butt of hers and slap that brand she has. Let’s see if we can make her cry,” Matt said as he pressed the buttons.

Dylan pulled out and slapped the Scarecrow across her face. She shook her head trying to focus as she felt Matt’s hands rubbing her scarred ass. She winced and whimpered as the pain resurfaced. Evidently she was not fully recovered like she was told. Of course, Big Betty knew exactly what her pain level would be, which was why she agreed with Big Daddy to put her out to pasture now instead of waiting. Daddy was focused on other things.

Her whimpering did not go unnoticed by Dylan or Matt, and they took full advantage of her pain by slapping her whore branding as they fucked her from both ends. Her ass jiggled as Matt plowed into her loose rear hole, mostly due to his cock size. Not that he wasn’t long, but his girth did not fill her ass and made sucking and sloshing sounds as he fucked her. She was still being fucked and was the center of attention. This stimulated her into another realm.

As the sun beat down hard on the threesome, the sweat was streaming off their bodies and mixing with her juices that flowed freely as they thrust her through. Their tempo increased, as did their intensity with slapping her ass and pulling her hair to accommodate the sensation of their cocks. Ida was being used and abused, which already mentally had her creaming as her juices dripped down her thighs. She was cumming and passing out, which translated to wash, rinse, repeat as the two men had their way with two of her three holes. Dylan stopped momentarily to grab a tree branch he saw nearby. He broke off about 6” and handed it to Matt.

“Here, stuff this in her pussy so she don’t feel empty.”

He went back to pounding her whore mouth. A few minutes went by until at last they had built up the sensation needed for them to explode deep inside her on both ends. As they dismounted her mouth and ass, they pulled the stick from her sticky twat. Almost instantly, a flag was raised from underneath the apparatus that simply stated, “Clean Me Before Leaving - Big Daddy”.

The two looked around but we’re unable to find any kind of towels or rags, so they simply mounted their steeds and rode back to the group to announce their finding of the Scarecrow.

Once word got out, the ranch hands showed up back to back, and sometimes in a group. Eventually someone got word back to Big Daddy that no cleaning utensils were found around the Scarecrow. He slapped his own forehead and instantly recalled not placing the box of wet wipes underneath the mechanism next to the on board remote.

He took the blame upon himself and saddled his steed to ride out and make the delivery. He arrived between sessions as Ida lay, tits up, waiting for the next assault on her unfilled holes.

“How’s business, whore? You get some vitamin D today?” Big Daddy asked, somewhat jokingly.

“Yes sir, but not nearly enough. It’s mostly been cowgirls because nobody is wiping and cleaning my other two holes Daddy. Would you be a gentleman and clean me, please?” Ida pleaded.

“You lost me at gentleman little slut. You should have just quit after you said not nearly enough. Now I have to protect my good name as a hardass,” Daddy explained.

He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out his bullwhip. Ida cringed at the thought of being whipped as she had learned what Daddy was capable of when it came to punishment.

He took his place roughly 6’ away from her exposed body and lit up her tits like the Fourth of July, striking them three times. She screamed from the pain of her poor defenseless titties as the strikes each hit their intended targets, or thereabouts. Her nipples were target one, but it took Daddy two strikes to zero in on her quarter plus sized areolas.

Next he positioned himself within striking distance of her slit. She was still sobbing and crying as her salty tears mixed with the sweat from her face temporarily blinding her. She never saw the first strike to her pussy until it was too late. She screamed out in pain as the second and third found their marks. Her body writhed and jumped as the pain moved from her big titties down to her wide open cunt. Her chest was heaving and jerking as her sobs took her breath and she cried out loud.

“I’ll just wait here a bit until I can get a witness that will confirm my good name as a hard ass. Folks probably already think I favor you due to my fisiting of your cunt when Betty broke you in. Now I need to remedy that notion. This is, unfortunately for you, the only way to properly attend to that,” Daddy said with a serious tone.

He mounted his horse and rode around waiting for an unsuspecting volunteer to show up. Then he would pretend to happen upon them as they were using the Scarecrow to relieve themselves and begin his exhibition. He grew tired of waiting and took his horse for a drink at a pond about twenty minutes away.

It wasn’t long before two cowgirls rode up and began testing out the remote control. Ida instantly recognized the two from her first day at the ranch. Kat and Stella were experienced hands at the ranch, but both had a grudge against poor Ida, who lay openly exposed and an easy target for the two expert doms.

“Well, well, well,” Kat said as she began pressing the buttons on the remote, “what do we have here? I do believe this is the little slut who crashed our party last week, isn’t it, Stella?”

“I do believe you are correct, Kat. What do you suppose we should do with this poor defenseless creature, out here in the middle of nowhere, strapped to this contraption like a Scarecrow waiting to be pecked?” Stella asked.

“I would say we need to take advantage of the situation. After all, it isn’t every day you come across an opportunity like this just waiting to be used for our pleasure. Would you like to use the cunt’s cunt or shall I?” Kat asked.

“I’ll flip you for it. Heads I destroy her cunt with my Big Bertha, tails you take care of it with your Fat Kat. Either way her pussy is gonna regret ever walking into this ranch when we’re done with her!” Stella bragged.

“Well in that case, why can’t we both administer justice to the cause?” Kat asked, teasingly.

“OK then, we’ll flip to see who goes first. Heads it’s me, tails it’s you,” Stella surmised.

Stella produced the coin and laid it on a rock for at least 20 minutes as the two sat smoking a cigarette on their steeds. After the agreed upon time, Stella went over and gently picked up the scalding hot coin and flipped it onto Ida, who lay baking, still tits up, in the scorching sun. It landed directly on her left titty, specifically her areola. She screamed from the pain of the hot metal burning her tit and attempted to shake it off as Kat and Stella stood laughing.

It landed on Tails so Kat reached in her saddle bag and pulled out Fat Kat. It was a massively thick and long dong that she mounted to her special belt. Ida’s eyes widened as she pulled the monstrous device out and buckled it onto her belt. It was at least 12” long and 3” around. It was lined with massive 3” ribs that were spaced 2” apart along the length of the strap on. Ida’s cunt was about to be violated relentlessly with the huge dong and her ass puckered instantly as her eyes were glued to it.

Stella maneuvered the Scarecrow so that Ida’s mouth was being smothered by Stella’s cavernous pussy. She sat hard on Ida’s face and began to wiggle and grind, using Ida’s mouth and tongue to pleasure herself while also distracting her from her partner in crime.

Kat positioned herself between Ida’s legs, but withheld her mighty cock until Stella gave the signal. Kat rubbed the big oversized cock with lubricant as she stood facing Stella, who continued to grind her pussy into Ida’s mouth. The plan, as always, was to get the oral receiver right on the brink of her orgasm, then unleash the fury of a massive dick into the slave’s ass without any hint of a warning.

Generally this caused an erotic reaction from the slave as they would begin screaming and writhing into the oral receiver’s cunt, which would almost always bring about a massive orgasm. Meanwhile, the penetrator would agitate the slaves ass until they begged them to stop. This always relinquished control of the slave, and from then on, the slave did anything to avoid that pain. The plan was genius and never failed.

This time was no different. Kat plowed into Ida’s ass as hard and as quick as she possibly could. She only stopped when she’d bottomed out and pulled out for a second ramming. Ida screamed into Stellas gushing pussy. Kat began deliberately slamming into Ida’s ass, then slowly pulling out until just the massive bulbous tip was spreading her ass wide open. It never came out. Then she slammed it again and again, over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder, relentlessly until the massive cock slid easily in and out without any hesitation or resistance. Finally, she reached down and furiously rubbed Ida’s clit until she came. Her body jerked and twitched as she left the big cock in halfway for the full effect until the next phase kicked in. Ida lay passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation. Mission accomplished.

That’s when Big Daddy rode up.

The two doms suddenly felt very beta, due to the look on his face. They stepped back as he dismounted his steed. He reached inside his saddlebag, pulled out his bullwhip, walked over to Ida, whipped her tits three times, then whipped her pussy three times, returned his bullwhip, got back on his horse, and left without saying so much as one word.

They stood aside in awe, gawking at each other for some kind of explanation.

Finally, Kat broke the silence saying, “Ok whore, what exactly did you do to deserve six strikes from Daddy’s bullwhip? I’ve never seen him administer more than three? Look, your tits have red streaks, I believe he broke the skin. Let’s get you back to the stable and dress these wounds.”

Later that night, back at the ranch, Kat and Stella sat talking among the other hands explaining what they saw and trying to determine why Big Daddy whipped Ida like he did. Ida was in the stable, where she was allowed to sleep, tending to her wounds. Big Betty had set her up with a bed and a mini fridge with some food and drinks for her since she’d missed chow time.

Betty also took it upon herself, unbeknownst to Ida or Daddy, to 9schedule different hands to “visit” Ida throughout the night for some “special treatment”. Her wounds were still fresh and Betty applied a mixture of alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, and iodine on her wounds. Ida screamed bloody murder as several hands had to hold her down while Betty poured liberal amounts of the concoction directly on the fresh cuts made by the bullwhip to her tits and pussy. She told Ida that this would help her heal. Ida didn’t know any better, she just knew that it burned. In all actuality, the ingredients slowed down the healing and created undue pain, which Betty enjoyed. This was also why she sent visitors each night to torment poor Ida. They would fuck her and slap her tits and manhandle her until she cried or passed out from the pain. Her screams were muffled by an extra hand stuffing his cock in her mouth as the others slapped and beat her body where the wounds were. Then Betty would come in afterwards and cuddle Ida and pretend to be her protector. This was all kept confidential between Betty and her minions because Betty was in charge of the food. No cooperation, no food.

This went on for three nights until one night, Big Daddy happened to be walking out by the stable. He overheard her muffled screams and decided to look in on Ida. When he saw what the hands were doing, he devised a plan to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.

By noon the next day, he had all the information he needed. He fetched Ida and took her for a ride in his truck. She was naked, of course, as he drove through town past her old apartment and the grocery store where she’d first met Jimmy, out past the college to an old farmhouse that he owned.

He parked the truck out back and unloaded some supplies. Ida watched, standing at the back of the truck, as Daddy set up a makeshift target range. Her eyes widened as he took out the last piece of the puzzle. His prized bullwhip.

“Now, I know you and this bullwhip have a history, little one. I’m only going to say this one time and you’ll never hear me say it again. I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone,” he paused. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault about the cleaning wipes and I should have never whipped you twelve times. That’s the first time I’ve ever done that and I seriously wished I hadn’t. You’ve suffered unduly and, while I can’t undo the wrong, I can at least give you some satisfaction. Now, I’m going to teach you how to properly use this whip. You’re naked because you will learn a lot faster what not to do. This weapon will turn on you if you’re not careful. You understand?” Daddy asked.