Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete - Sex Stories

Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete

... a knowing look, “I told them I could handle you just fine.” I was more convinced that they would be ok if we could get them to help us. They had kicked my ass and if they hadn’t told anyone yet, it wasn’t likely they would ever talk. I needed to find a way to get them on our side. “Diane,” I finally said, “I want you to call the twins and get them to come to the hotel. We will rent the room next door and I want you to make sure they don’t leave before agreeing to help us.” Diane had been looking down but now her head snapped to attention. “What, what do you want me to do?” She asked hopefully. “I want you to do whatever it takes to get them on our side,” I replied, “I don’t care if you have to beg them to whip you or to fuck you up the ass all night; I want them to help us.” I must have given the response she wanted because she blushed a deep red and then jumped up from the chair and headed toward the door. “I will go rent the room,” she said excitedly as she focused on her task. “Diane!” I said sharply. She stopped instantly and turned back to me, “put some clothes on before going downstairs, I don’t want to get kicked out of here just yet.” ***** Katy and I sat outdoors at a coffee shop downtown. It was evening and the slight breeze felt good as we waited for Brittany. David had connected the jacked phone to his computer and tracked the movements of her cell. A pattern had emerged that put her here every day about this time. Brittany appeared a few minutes after we ...

... arrived and Katy went to intercept her. I stayed put and watched them talk a little before Brittany allowed herself to be led to our table. She seemed nervous upon seeing me, but sat down in the seat we offered. “We know Brittany,” I said quietly. All the bl**d drained from her face but she quickly composed herself. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said in a huffy voice that did little to conceal her real emotions. “Yes, you do,” said Katy, “we know that Frank is using you to do his dirty work.” Brittany’s lower lip began to quiver and she looked around as if afraid something was going to happen any second. “Can you help me?” she asked in a small whining voice. “I think so,” I told her, “but we need some more information about Frank and his operation.” She told us about Frank and his three goons. The bouncer and two Russians were the only ones that she had seen working for him. She had been coerced to help because they had caught her with d**gs in the club. It started small, but when the tasks began to escalate she saved herself by entrapping Wendy. “I didn’t want to do it,” she cried, “but I couldn’t stand the abuse anymore.” She took a napkin and wiped her eyes, “I feel so bad for what they made me do to Wendy.” “Its ok,” Katy slid her chair over and put her arm around Brittany to comfort her, “we will figure out a way to help you.” “I think we can get both you and Wendy out of this mess,” I said, “but you need to make sure no one knows what is going on.” Brittany ...