Fiona's Trouble

It is not long before you feel her stir in your arms.

"Mmm?" She hums groggily as she returns to consciousness. "What..." She tenses up. Then, as the memories come back, you feel her relax once more. "Ohhhh Jesse." She burrows her face in your chest and holds your arm tight in her hand.

"I'm here. I'm right here." You whisper softly.

"You won. You beat me baby. That's my boy. I'm so proud of you." She reaches up and strokes your cheek.

You shake your head and hold her tight. "You let me."

"Jesse...I'm not right. I'm just not right."

"I know Sis, I know. You're pretty fucked up but I don't care."

"Jesse." She says in a tiny fragile voice. It wasn't her voice...yet it was. It was the voice of a child.

"Yeah Fiona?"

"Can...can...can you call me...Pumpkin? Just for a little."

You continue to pet her long hair as you look at your beaten sister. Pumpkin, that's what Dad used to call her. You were still weighing up the question as she continues.

"I...I need...to talk to him. I need a little bit of him right now." She shivers though the room was warm. "Please? You're all I have left of him."

"Of course Pumpkin." You croon softly, subtly lowering your voice an octave. "Anything for my little girl."

"Thank you Jesse."

"You're welcome Fiona."

There is moment of quiet as Fiona gathers herself. She wanted to talk but she was afraid. You could sense was teetering on a tipping point. You gently help her along.

"I'm right here baby. I got you." You say soothingly. "Jesse's got you Pumpkin."

"Mmmmm." She curls up closer and nuzzles into you. For the first time in a long time she sounded...happy. Genuinely happy. "Your heartbeat sounds like his. Did you know that?"

"Hmm." You smile and kiss her forehead leaving behind a crimson print.

"You smell like Daddy a little." She sighs dreamily. "You're a good man, just like he was."

"Thank you Pumpkin."

"Mmmmm." You could sense she had a big smile on her face even though you couldn't see it. "You're a good man." She says again.

"Fiona, talk to me. What's wrong? What happened?"

She looks up at you almost radiant in the darkness, though her left eye now almost swollen shut. "Jesse...I don't know how much longer I can keep going. I...I don't know how much longer...I can be strong...by myself."

"Let me be the strong one for once. Tell me what's wrong. Share your burden."

She takes a long breath. "I'm...being...blackmailed." She forces herself to say. "Jesse. Your big sister...me...I'm...I'm a whore Jesse. A rotten filthy whore. I...do things, for money. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Shhhhh. Don't be sorry." Oh God, Fiona was wrapped up in prostitution? This was serious shit. You keep your voice steady even as you panic on the inside. "Tell me." Reaching to the side you pick a t shirt out of the laundry hamper and begin wiping the blood from your sister's lips and chin. "Tell me everything Pumpkin."

Her breath shudders. "I'm...a professional..." She swallows and coughs. "...dominatrix. I'm a Domme. I...hurt, humiliate, fuck, and cuck wealthy men and women." She pulls herself a bit higher up and settles in again. "I'm good at it Jesse. Really good."

"I believe you!" Picturing Fiona in a dominatrix outfit...ohhh dear Lord! Her bombshell looks, her dominant energy, she was a submissive's dream come true! "But what about...your...um..."

"Cock." She finishes your sentence. "That's part of what makes me so popular. I've got something the other Domme's can only mimic. I like to surprise new clients with it once they are trained and it never fails to impress." She chuckles despite the pain. "Once they really see me they become my slaves. My body brings me power." You hear a hushed pride enter her voice. "They call me a Goddess! The Goddess of the Underground."

"A Goddess...wow. My sister, a Goddess." There isn't an ounce of judgment in your voice, now was not the time. Besides, you were actually kind of impressed. If she was a straight up hooker you would have been disappointed, but a professional Domme suited her right down to the ground. It was actually hot! Plus, it was nice to know one of the women in your family was getting some action outside the clan. "Goddess Fiona Bailey, it has a ring to it."

She laughs lightly. "I'm just a fuckin whore."

"It doesn't sound like that to me." You finish cleaning her face then wipe your own lips and rest the shirt down on her lap. "I knew you were up to something but...wow."

"Daddy would be so disappointed. If he could see me now...ohhh God. I let him down so bad."

"Don't assume what he would think. You don't know that. He loved you, as much as I love you. I'm not disappointed, I'm just worried about you. Besides, you've got your own path to take. Fuck what others think. Don't let Dad's ghost haunt your happiness." Combing your fingers through her long hair you encourage her to continue. "Keep going Pumpkin. I'm here to listen. I'm here for you."

"I love you so fucking much Jesse." She hugs you tight. Those words sounded so nice coming from her, you hug her back with all your might.

"I love you too."

She sighs as the embrace relaxes once more. "So, I...I took a new client last month. I knew he was off. I knew I should have refused him. He wasn't trained yet. But...he is very wealthy. His business meant a lot of money, not just for me but for the Underground as well."

"He's the one blackmailing you?"

She nods. "He secretly recorded one of our sessions. It shows everything. My face, my name, the club, the family secret on full display. He's got me by the balls." She cringes in pain, though not the physical kind. "I'm so careless! So stupid!"

"Shhh." You kiss her forehead. "So, if he's so wealthy...why is he blackmailing you?"

"It's not money he wants Jesse." She takes a few long deep breaths. "He...he wants...me. He wants to tame me. He wants to conquer a Goddess and call me his own. He wants to be my Dom." There was a rising anger in her voice now. "If he were properly trained he wouldn't have dared do this. And if he were anyone else my...friends and contacts...would help me. But this man...he's untouchable Jesse." She looks up at you. Reaching up with her right hand she hooks it around your neck. "I could never...never bow to him. Never! Not to anyone! It would kill me. I would rather die." The sincerity with which she said that last sentence sends a chill down your spine. She then runs her hand down your arm and takes you by the wrist. She brings your hand around to her face and tenderly kisses your palm. "There are only two people on this Earth I could ever submit to. Only two."

The way she said it left you no doubt that you were one of these two. After only an instant you realize the other must be Elsie. You were flattered, though coming from your sister you weren't quite sure how to take it.

She continues. "I...I can't do it Jesse, but I must. I can't expose the family like this. Mom would freak. It might compromise Peg's secret research. And poor El, she's already so ashamed of her body. Ohh Jesus." Her anger drains from her leaving only despair behind. "And...what would the others think...of me being a...a..."

"Goddess?" You cut her off. "I don't think it would be as much of a surprise as you think."

This makes her grunt out a chortle. "I guess not. Still..." She settles back, allowing you to hold her up in your cradled arms. "What am I going to do Jesse? This was the thing I was good at. This was my ticket, our ticket. I fucked everything up as usual. Mom's right, I always fuck everything up. What the fuck am I going to do?"

Remembering back to her frantic words back in the hallway you say to her what she wanted to hear. Holding her close you stare down into her bruised beautiful face. You speak in a calm, deep, even voice. "Everything's going to be okay Pumpkin." You smile warmly. "Everything's going to be okay."

You feel her entire body relax and she beams a smile back up at you. "You're gonna make one hell of a Daddy some day." She closes her eyes, her face a mask of peace and happiness. "Jesse?"

"Yes Pumpkin."

"My dick fuckin hurts!" She reaches down and gently grabs herself through her dress. "Christ!"

You cannot help but burst with laughter and your sister joins you. "Sorry about that." You chuckle.

"Don't be. It was a good shot. I'm proud of you!"

"Heh! Well...don't forget it. I'll kick your ass again if I have to."

She snuggles into you and hums a happy little hum. "Mmmmm."

You shift yourself a bit lower and continue to cradle your big sister's head and shoulder. You had beaten the shit out of each other yet here you were holding onto each other closer than you had ever been before. It was messed up but you sensed the fight, the physical struggle and pain, was exactly what Fiona needed tonight. She wanted to be punished and beaten down. She needed someone to stand up to her but at the same time accept her. And she needed these things from someone she loves and respects. These were things nobody else in the family could give her, least of all your mother. You didn't know how to solve Fiona's problems but you did know that you would continue be here for her in anyway you could.