Idaho stepped boldly out into the sun, although inside her heart was beating rapidly. What on earth could the highway patrol want with her?
A large, fair-haired trooper in his mid-30s, emerged from the vehicle, his blonde hair shining like a wheat field. His teeth were sparkling white, his tan was dark brown and his eyes matched his tan, deep brown. He was big and he looked muscular.
And then Idaho recognised him. He was the man who had arrived with his female companion to break news of her employer's death, along with the Shaw father and son, at her boss – and master's – upstate bordello.
"Well, hello, officer," she smiled, holding out a hand, "what brings you to my humble abode."
The man returned her handshake and grinned, displaying those lovely pearly whites. "Hell, ma'am," he said, "don't go callin' me officer. My name's Mick, and it's my last day on the force. I'm movin' into self-employment, ma'am."
Idaho had relaxed. "Please drop the 'ma'am business," she said, "I'll call you Mick, if you call me Idaho. I'll never forget your kindness during the trial."
Mick smiled and moved alongside her. "We need to talk," he said, in a low voice, a voice that was both thrilling and, in view of his words, a little scary to Idaho.
"What about, Mick?" said Idaho, forcing a smile to her face.
"This your barn?" he said, waving a hand at the large building set back from the house.
A silly question, thought Idaho, of course it was her barn. "Sure it is," said Idaho.
"Come on, let's take a look – and don't get scared, Idaho. Everythin's fine," said the trooper, who was already walking away from her towards the barn.
Idaho had to nearly break in a trot to catch up with him, and then he was inside the big barn door, his eyes roving.
"Hell, you still got that floggin' frame?" he said, indicating the equipment into which Idaho now regularly strapped Kelly.
"Er, yes, a sort of reminder of what they did to me, I guess," said Idaho.
"Yes, babe, I know, I've seen the videotapes, you know," said Mick.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," said Idaho, the submissive side of her hoping that the sight of her naked body writhing and struggling under the caresses of the whips would have aroused him.
"Yes, indeed, those tapes," he said. "You sure as hell have got a fine body, Idaho, I can see it's still as stunnin' as I remember it from them pictures."
Then he turned to peer into the barn again. "Hello, hello," he said. "What's this? A pussy punishin' platform, if I ain't mistaken. I ain't – mistaken, I mean, am I Idaho?"
"Er, no, no you're not," said Idaho. "I guess I wasn't being filmed when they punished me on that."
"Funny," said Mick, "cos I did a real exhaustive inventory of this place after you'd been taken away and after the women had been arrested. And you know sumpthin?"
Idaho shook her head. "No, what's that Mick?" her voice a quiver now.
"You know I don't think they ever had a pussy punisher. I think it's new – it looks newish. Now here's a thought, ma'am, oops, sorry, Idaho."
"Yes?" said Idaho, now trying desperately to control her trembling.
Mick grinned slyly at her. "What I'm a thinkin' is that this is a new piece of equipment here at the lil old ranch. And I think you enjoy puttin' that young blonde lady on it – what's her name, again?"
"Kelly," said Idaho, her voice now just above a whisper.
The trooper clicked his fingers. "Kelly, that's it. Kelly. A lovely young blonde, cute little body. Boy, I bet she looks real purrty strapped onto that, her body all agleam with sweat, while you attack her poor lil pussy."
Idaho took a deep breath and blustered: "Now listen, Trooper Mick, you've got a fucking cheek to even make such a ..."
But she was halted in her tracks by Mick's strong arm reaching out, his hand grabbing her by the neck and pulling her into his arms. His body was taut and toned and he smelled of fresh pine, despite the heat.
Mick's mouth clamped onto hers and they kissed, a strong kiss, yet at the same time a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss from a man that Idaho had missed.
"Now lissen, missy," his words rapped against her face as if he were prodding her with his fingers, "let's get this 'ere relationship off on a mutually understood footin'. And that, my gorgeously busty blonde bitch, is no fuckin' lyin'."
Then he kissed her again. She, to her shame, she thought, kissed him back, eagerly, wantonly.
After they broke for breath, Mick went on: "You see, Idaho, I know Sadie Bell. You must remember Sadie? The probation officer?"
Suddenly it dawned on Idaho. Sadie Bell had "inspected" Kelly's pert young body to insure that she was being looked after. Sadie had seen the stripe marks that Idaho's loving lash had left on the 19-year-old's body. Sadie had suggested Tania Harding, the statuesque black Amazon from Kelly's correctional facility, visit them. Mick would know everything!
"Wanna come inside for a nice cold beer, Mick?" Idaho asked, all but flattering her lashes at him. The time for games was over, it was now time to find out what he wanted, although Idaho had a pretty fair idea. It was blackmail.
"A nice cold beer would be nice, Idaho," said the burly trooper, taking her by the hand and walking her out into the sunlight. "And p'raps we can suck on 'em in your bedroom? Or down in that lovely cool basement chamber where so many hot things go on?"
Idaho pondered, now absolutely certain it was going to be blackmail. "The bedroom would be fine," she said, aware that for so many months she had not enjoyed a rampant cock. Blackmailer or not, she found the trooper a handsome hunk.
In the kitchen, Idaho pulled a six-pack of Dos Equis from the refrigerator and waved them in Mick's face: "This do for starters?"
"Hell, yes," he grinned. "I've been known to enjoy one on a hot day, but three is one too many for me. It may be my last day, but I've still got to drive state government property back to base."
Idaho led the way up to her bedroom, noting that both Kelly and Donita's bedroom doors were firmly shut. She let Mick in, then shut her door, too.
Fully aware of the way things were going to go, Idaho then peeled off her cut-away jeans, kicked off her high heels, and pulled off the T-shirt.
Mick, who was getting out of his uniform, looked at her stunningly-built body, her big 38-inch breasts pointing straight at him, the nipples erect, her toned and tanned body gleaming.
"Leave the thong on," he said thickly, indicating the black satin scrap at her crotch, "leave that to me."
Then he was naked and turning towards her. Idaho, despite herself, gasped at the sight of his monstrous erection. His cock must have been nine inches long, its helmet shining from arousal, his balls dark and heavy in their scrotal sac.
Idaho flicked the tops off two Dos and climbed onto the bed. Handing him one, she decided to cut to the chase: "OK, Mick, what's the pitch? How much do you want?"
The trooper sucked on the chillingly cold beer, placed it on a bedside table and held her in his arms, then lowered his mouth to her breasts. He nuzzled and nibbled at the big beauties, then looked her straight in the eye.
"I want you, I need you, I adore you," he said. "I watched you throughout the trial. I watched you give evidence. I've never seen such a wonderful woman. I'm crazy about you."
