*all characters are fictional and over 18*
Britt was on her way to an important meeting, she was the VP to a local biker gang, one of the biggest in the region. They dealt with the majority of the Guns, Drugs and other illegal activities that came through their territories, which came with its perks, but also came with alot of unwanted attention.
Britt unfortunately got herself caught in that unwanted attention 6 months ago when she was arrested on drug charges for a deal she was doing outside of the gangs knowledge, just to make some extra money on the side. Turns out she was set up by an undercover cop and they booked her, facing up to 20 years in jail, unless she was willing to make a deal. Ultimately terrified of doing 20 years in jail she agreed to become an informant for the FBI, filling them in on all the gangs activity, what they’d done already and what they planned on doing soon. So far things had been going well and she didn’t think the President of the club, Jean, had any suspicions that she’d been turned, it was almost like business as usual.
She was a very pretty, younger girl, almost 30, which was young to be in the position she was in, but Jean saw something in her and made her the VP a couple years back. She had long red hair that went to her mid back, bright green eyes with some freckles underneath and a cute smile. A slim body with nice C cup tits, thick thighs and a plump ass, she was definitely something to look at, and the guys at the club would agree to that. Jean called her on short notice and said she wanted her to come down to the Headquarters to discuss plans for the next months endeavors. Quickly getting ready, Britt put on a red crop top shirt with a slim leather jacket over it and a black choker around her neck. Black cotton leggings with a white g string thong underneath, and white no show socks on her feet which she slipped into her black leather ankle boots before heading out the door. She put on her sunglasses, hopped on her bike and fired it up, the rumble of the engine roaring, the vibration feeling good between her legs as well.
She arrived at the HQ, parked her bike and made her way to the meeting room where Jean and a couple of the guys were waiting.
“Hey Britt, thanks for getting down here so quick” Jean said.
Jean was a little older, about mid 40s, had short hair that she liked to spike up, typically always wore black tank tops with camo pants, tall black lace up boots, and black leather fingerless gloves. She much preferred to present more masculine as opposed to Britt’s still very feminine demeanor.
“Yeah no worries” Britt said, setting her stuff down.
“So what should we discuss first?”
Jean sort of shot her a curious glance with her almost silver color eyes, a scar going across one of them from a fight she had been in many years an ago.
“I had some interesting photos come across my desk” Jean said, pulling out a Manila folder.
“Thought maybe you’d want to take a look at these and give me your thoughts”
Jean slid the folder over to Britt’s side of the table and she opened the folder, her heart stopping immediately. They were photos of her with FBI agents, in their cars, at cafes, in parks, everywhere they had met for her to give information on the gang. Britt felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“Wanna explain to me what I’m looking at?” Jean Said
Britt was trying to find the words to speak but couldn’t, too terrified to come up with Anything.
“I-I-I-I can explain” Britt stammered.
She could feel two of the guys behind her now.
“Oh I expect you to” Jean said, staring at her intensely
“My own fucking VP, in with the feds. I vouched for you girl, put you in a position that almost all these guys were ready to kill for, and this is what you do to me? So yeah, I’m gonna need a real good explanation.”
Britt took a second to catch her breath and looked up at Jean.
“They caught me dealing on the side” Britt said, starting to tear up.
“It was a set up, I tried selling to an undercover cop and they arrested me. They were gonna put me away for 20 years unless i cooperated. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do.”
Jean just glared at Britt, not wanting to believe what she was hearing.
“What do they know?” She said
Britt looked down in shame, not answering.
Jean slammed her fist on the table
“What do they know god damnit!?” She yelled.
“Everything” Britt said with tears in her eyes
“I told them everything, they were gonna put me away for a long time, I didn’t think I had a choice”
“You should’ve come to me” Jean said
“We coulda made this right”
Britt looked up at her, a couple tears streaming down her pale face.
“Can’t we still make it right? There’s gotta be something we can do”
Jean just shook her head.
“You fucked up big time kid, somethings gonna have to happen.”
She motioned to the guys behind Britt and they put their hands on her shoulders, forcing her to sit down in her seat, grabbing her wrists and handcuffing them behind the chair.
“What are you doing??” Britt said getting nervous
“Not sure yet” Jean said.
“But I need you staying put while we figure out what we’re going to do with you”
Britt began to lightly cry
“Jean please, I’ll do anything to make it right, I’m sorry, tell me what I need to do!”
Jean just shook her head again, rubbing her forehead with her hand. Then She motioned to the guys.
“Shut her up will ya?”
One of them grabbed a roll of duct tape, pulling a long piece out and wrapping it around Britt’s mouth 3-4 times. Her hands cuffed behind the chair and now gagged, Jean and the guys began to leave the room.
“We’ll be back in a little while” Jean said.
“I’ll give you some time to think”
They shut the door and Britt immediately began pulling at the handcuffs, breathing through her nose from the effort, Luckily they left her feet free. She looked around the room seeing if anything would help get her free. She saw an old steel pipe running up to the ceiling on one side of the room and thought maybe she could break the wooden bars on the back of the chair that she was cuffed to. She lifted her self up and waddled over to the pipe, turning her back to it and began ramming the back of the chair into it. It was taking a lot of effort but she kept at it, smacking into the pipe until she finally heard a crack. She gave it a couple more good rams and a couple of the bars broke free. That was enough for her to slide the cuffs out from under them and get up from the chair. She squatted down as low as she could go and stepped back over the cuffs so at least her hands were in front of her now instead of behind, even if they were still cuffed. She didn’t have the keys so there was nothing she could do about that and she didn’t have time to undo all the tape on her mouth, so she decided it was best to just find a way out. Obviously she couldn’t leave through the door she came through, Jean was somewhere out there in the clubhouse most likely discussing how they were gonna kill her. She figured her best bet was to make her way to the cellar and crawl out one of the windows down there and hopefully get the attention of someone, preferably the agents staking out the headquarters currently. She went through the side door in the meeting room that headed downstairs, trying not to make too much noise but at the same time in a panic to get out of there. She made it down the stairs to the hallway leading to the cellar room, she sprinted to the door, opening it and shutting it behind her, immediately flooded with warmth from the furnace In there but replaced by cold fear when She heard Jean yell from the upper floor.
“FUCKING BITCH!!”
Britt didn’t have long now, Jean knew she had escaped. She frantically looked around the cellar room at all the windows to see which one would be the best to leave through. They were all old rectangular windows, more on the narrow side, but she knew she was gonna have to make it work. She ran to one, using her cuffed hands to push it open and climb up, pulling herself through, she was about Halfway when suddenly she couldn’t go any farther. Panicking, she tried to grab onto the ground for leverage, digging her feet into the cellar wall to help push her through but her hips and ass were too thick to squeeze through the window. There were bushes in the way of the window, otherwise the FBI agents might have seen her already and come to her rescue. She couldn’t call out to them either because she was so heavily gagged. She tried to make noise anyway just to get anyone to come help.
“Mmmm!! Mmmm!! Mmmmmm!!!”
She continued trying to pull herself through, but it just wasn’t working. Suddenly the door to the cellar room flew open and Britt’s heart sank. It was Jean.
“Well where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Jean said.
Jean watched as Britt’s ass stuck out from the window, her legs desperately kicking. Jean just chuckled.
“Man the guys are right, you DO have a great ass Britt. A little too great, cause now you seem to be stuck. I think I actually have a better idea now than what I had planned for you before”
She turned to the two guys and pointed at Britt
“Grab the bitches legs”
The guys walked over to Britt’s ass, her legs still kicking and they each caught a leg with both arms, opening them wide. Britt tried to struggle but these guys had all their strength on her legs, she couldn’t pull them away. At this point she was crying, trying to plead with Jean through her taped mouth from the other side of the window.
Jean walked closer to Britt’s crotch area which was just about eye level at this point with her being stuck in the window.
“Sorry babe can’t hear what you’re saying. Probably wouldn’t do ya any good anyway.”
She took out her pocket knife and cut open a slit right in the middle of Britt’s leggings, then she tore them open, exposing her skimpy white g string, her pussy lips partially swallowing it.
“Oooo this is cute, I bet you felt really sexy leaving the house today huh?”
Jean took her knife and cut the string holding the thong together, the main flap falling down, exposing Britt’s pussy, soft looking, slightly hairy with a throbbing pink clit.
“I don’t like traitors Britt” Jean said
“I gave you a chance, one most people wouldn’t have been given and you royally fucked it up. There’s gotta be consequences for that”
Jean could hear Britt’s muffled pleas from outside, her ass was jiggling from struggling to get free, her bare pussy now exposed and vulnerable. Jean looked around for a second and noticed the furnace, she walked over and grabbed the fire poker from it. It had been sitting in the fire for hours at this point and the tip was red hot. She figured this would do. Jean walked over to Britt and put her fingers on either side of her clit, pushing back the hood as far as she could to expose the sensitive little lump
Britt felt jeans fingers on either side of her clit and began to panic, not knowing what she had in store for her back there. As she was about to try to call out again she suddenly felt a searing hot pain coming from her clit, it was excruciating, unlike Anything she ever could’ve imagined. Her eyes went wide as tears streamed from them, her fingers digging into the soft ground, she began to violently scream through her gag.
“MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!”
“MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!”
Jean was pushing the red hot tip of the poker right into Britt’s clitoris, reveling in her pained muffled screams and sobs, Britt’s ass jerking and shaking from the unbearable pain of her clit being cooked by this molten rod. Jean continued to push and twist the poker into her clit until it was nothing more than a puss oozing gash. Her main source of pleasure, now having been burned and melted away. Jean set the poker back in the furnace, chuckling to herself.
“Man that smells” she said
“Alright pull her through”
The guys held her by the legs and grabbed her waist and pulled her back through the window, dropping her on the ground. Britt laid there, sobbing violently her cuffed hands now clutching herself between her legs, her womanhood a pile of blood and puss now. Jean came over and leaned down by here.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen now you fucking cunt” Jean spat.
“From now on you’re going to tell your FBI friends misinformation, keep em off our trail, I don’t care how you have to do it, but you will, and If I find out you’re still betraying us, hand to god I will cut off your pussy meat, your pussy lips, I might even cut out your asshole too. Do we have an understanding?”
Britt quickly nodded her head yes as she cried on the ground.
“That’s a good girl” Jean said.
She tossed the keys to the cuffs on the ground next to Britt.
“Now get to the hospital before that gets infected. You’re no good to me dead”
As Jean left with the guys she called out to Britt.
“Oh and if I were you, I wouldn’t go on any dates any time soon. That pussy is gonna scare off even the most desperate man, I imagine”
Jean laughed and shut the door as Britt laid there, her hands between her legs, sobbing and in terrible pain.
The end.