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 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 mouth and moist leather covering her head.
She began to beg, no, no, no when she felt the sharp points move up to her belly button and the piercing there.
"If you don't want more, then stop throwing yourself about and begin to cooperate. What we are going to do is detox you. The amount of drugs I just burned would kill a rhino. I am not going to negotiate with someone so high they can't make straight decisions. In a short time, when I think you are clean, we will have a discussion about your future. Until then I am going to put you somewhere safe to relax and think about your future." Sis explained to the drugged up 18-year-old.
Sis pulled off the hood and quickly put a blindfold on the girl. She slid the matted strawberry blonde hair back and out of her way. It was so greasy and sweat soaked it stayed at the back of the girl's head. Taking a dental gag and clicking the jaws apart behind the black spongy ball Sis was able to remove the ball gag without the girl closing her mouth.
Sis could see two posts pierced into the tongue wagging behind the white teeth in the open pink hole.
"This is going to be uncomfortable at first but by the second day, you will understand why it must be done." Sis said as the girl gagged and coughed as a feeding tube was shoved down her throat and into her stomach.
A two-by-two bite block that was two- and one-half inches deep went into the mouth. The block had grooves for the teeth to rest in that allowed her to swallow any saliva forming in the mouth. The block had a half inch hole in it next to the tube exit that allowed for breathing.
Hank rolled in a metal animal shipping crate that Sis had converted for her uses. The sides folded down to reveal a frame inside.
"Remember, struggling and not cooperating equals large amounts of pain." Sis said, pushing the prod into the soft stomach.
