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

Mistress Sicily Ch. 03 - Clean up after

... filed and sent them to an artist she used.

Sis could see the hooded head following the sound of her moving around the cross, documenting the physical condition of the woman left for her to deal with. Sis put her phone on the table next to the bag of ids, then moved back to the bound woman.

"You have put yourself into quite a predicament. You stumbled across Daddy's cursed hobby, and he cannot afford to have his predilections known to the greater world. It is my job to disappear you. You think of your Daddy as a cash cow to be milked for your pleasure. To me his is a slug that needs salt poured on it for my pleasure of watching the gross little thing curl and suffer."

Sis touched the thigh with the poorly executed carp tattoo. The girl flinched and tried to pull away. She began screaming into the gag filling her mouth.

"I love young girls with creamy skin, they mark so well. Just look how distinct this crappy tattoo stands out on the thigh of such a pale canvas as yourself. Since you wish to scream and carry on, I would think a few days in isolation then we can talk. I will return and we will sort you into the box for a couple of days and then see if you are ready to have a conversation." Sis said.

Sis pinched the thigh hard and set out with the three bags. The shit bag was tossed in the dumpster at the entrance to the barn. Sis headed to and threw the second bag in the incinerator, tossed in the items left in front of it and pushed the button as the dial was ...

... set to thirty minutes. At fifteen hundred degrees the contents would be ash in four minutes the extra twenty-six was just insurance.

Sis found Hank painting the back wall of the grain shed they were restoring into a human animal milking parlor. Depending on which of the two you asked, Hank was either the first of Sis's slaves or the second. She considered both Hank and Else as her first. She was definitely their first in all things.

"Hank, I need your help getting a reluctant into the cooling box. You can get back to this after she is secured." Sis instructed him. "She is currently in the playroom of the arena. Please bring the box up there."

Sis grabbed the duffle bag of items needed for long term storage and carried it back up to the playroom. Sis laid out the items on a table she had slid over next to the cross. The first two items were sticky pads that were placed just above the left creamy sloping breast and in the center of the two breasts.

With those in place the woman started to thrash, and Sis grabbed an electric animal prod. She placed it in the center of the strawberry blonde pubic hair and pushed. Sis could see the soft skin push around the two copper points of the prod.

The woman struggled harder feeling pressure above her exposed cunt. Then her world went silver. The pain in her lower abdomen was a level she had never even dreamt of. The searing heat of it caused her to piss down her legs. She found herself panting into the acrid rubber filling her ...