Mistress Sicily Ch. 03 - Clean up after - Sex Stories

Mistress Sicily Ch. 03 - Clean up after

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and none of this should happen in real life without full consent. Most of the characters in this story are committing criminal acts. If the idea of human sexual slavery, blackmail, nonconsensual sex, animal play, spanking, flogging, forced servitude, kidnapping, rape, or other such illegal activities bother you. Please don't read this story. Please spend your time reading something you enjoy as this may not be it!

Sis returned to the ranch. It was Sunday afternoon. She had spent most of the night up with paying clients, making sure the experience they paid for was top quality. She had laid groundwork for her son to have a happy life and set about to gather another pair of 24/7 submissives. Mid-Day when she had to leave and take care of the groundwork she laid, plant some seeds as it were some of her husband's top clients drop a shit bomb in her lap.

Sicily's husband Ron Harris and herself ran a ranch that fronted an extensive BDSM, D/s, club and network. Her husband had his family construction business that now mostly ran itself and made a fantastic money laundering company to push the club profits through, combined with the ranch.

The ranch could show huge losses with speculative animal purchases to hide huge profits on human sales. Sis just needed some sleep and she now had to deal with a disgruntled daughter, born out of wedlock, that felt she could expose her daddy's predilections without consequences.

Sis went to ...

... the barn, entered the playroom, and looked at the body exposed to her. Tweedle had left the girl's purse and ID on the table as she entered. Sis dumped the contents, and the hooded girl heard the noise.

Sis separated the contents into categories. "I don't care," "This identifies her," and "WTF".

The first and last category included, makeup, drugs, and other shit that did not matter. They clunked the bottom of the garbage bag in the can. The other things she sorted out again. Driver's license, social security card, and passport went into a gallon zipper bag for placement in the large safe at the house. She would see if Tweedle could get her a birth certificate it made things cleaner. The remainder of the credit cards, gym membership card and other identification cards went into a separate bag for incineration.

Sis put a red leather hood over her own head, pulled her platinum blonde hair out the hole in the top so it could cascade down the back of the shiny red leather hood. Sis wore her outfit from taking Anne home and laying some base rules for her new submissive couple, the parents of sweet Anne. It wasn't the first outfit she would have chosen to intimidate a reforming drug addict blackmailer, but it would have to do.

Sis created a new folder in her cloud storage with her phone and took photos of the hooded girl on Saint Andrew's Cross. The storage was labeled Tweedle's dumb. Sis got close ups of each tattoo. She not only sent them to the storage, but she zip ...