Contraption

“Oh my God.” You gasp as you gawk at the steel contraption that caged your cousin’s private parts. “Chloe! What have you done to yourself?”

“I’m a dangerous weapon.” She whispers as she drops her habit to stand sullenly. “I can’t be trusted.”

“Chloe. You didn’t have to do…that.” You say. Looking to Fiona you ask. “Don’t you guys have to…ya know…release every so often?”

“A couple times a week at least to stay healthy and, erm, flowing.” Fiona confirms. “I don’t know how the fuck she’s doing it. Her libido and sperm production is somewhere between triple and five times your average futa. According to Peg’s stats back in the day. I can’t imagine how she’s suffering.”

Your family. Always one for ‘stats’. To this day those measurements and that contest on the day of the family reveal occasionally flitted through your thoughts. Shaking that memory from your mind you focus on the now.

“Are you in pain, Chloe?”

“Mm hm.” She nods. “All the time. But…it’s only what I deserve.”

“Chloe!” Taking her by the shoulders you look her in the eyes. She holds your gaze for only a second before dropping her head. Gently you place your fingers under her chin to raise it so you could hold eye contact. In her huge brown eyes, magnified twice as big by strong lenses of her glasses, you see…an agony of mind, body and soul. “Oh, Chloe. What are you doin, girl?” You pull her into a hug. Chloe was always the smallest and skinniest of your clan but she was robust. Today she felt so very tiny and fragile in your embrace. Inside of you a switch flips on. Dad-mode was engaged.

She clutches to you and buries her face in your shoulder. The way she holds you, so desperately, makes you think that it had been way too long since this woman had felt genuine, loving human contact. “Oh Jesse.” She whispers. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Not at all. I keep praying and praying and praying and…” She glances over to the crucifix. “…he doesn’t answer me. He never, ever answers me.”

“Aw, Chloe.” You kiss her cheek. “You didn’t need to run away. Not from us. Not from your family.”

“I didn’t want to run but…with everything that happened…Mama, you and El, my Daddy…I didn’t…know…where I belonged anymore.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Chloe.” You pet her smooth dark hair. “Your back with us now. You are where you belong. Okay?”

“Um…okay.”

“And…you didn’t need that thing.”

“But…”

Pulling back you look into her eyes again. “Listen to me, Chloe. What happened wasn’t your fault. Okay?”

“Um…”

“It wasn’t anybody’s fault.” You continue. “It was an…accident. A misunderstanding. Boundaries weren’t set. You’re not going to do that again, are you?”

“Mm mm.” She shakes her head.

“Atta girl.” You smile. “I think you’ve been carrying this guilt long enough, don’t you?”

“Um…”

“Chloe?”

“Um, yeah.” She says softly. “Jesse…I don’t wanna feel bad anymore.”

“You don’t have to!” You say. “You’re back. You’re home. You’re with people who love you now.”

“Oh, Jesse! I love you too!”

“And we love you! You do not have to be in pain. Not anymore.” You say firmly. “You’ve suffered enough. You hear me?”

“But…” Chloe teetered on a knife edge. Your words had brought back a bit of the old Chloe but she was **** to return all the way.

Fiona comes in to bolster your play. “Chloe, baby. Take that stupid thing off and I’ll have fucktoys up here like you wouldn’t believe. Futas, femboys, females, daddies, you name it. As many as you want. As many as you need! You’re a god damned Bailey and you will have what you want.”

“Mmm.” Chloe shakes her head. Fiona’s aggressive offer is too much too fast. “I don’t want to hurt anybody ever again.”

“Chloe!” Fiona says. “You’re barely bigger than shrimpy here. You’re not hurting anybody with that peashooter.”

“Fiona!” You snap.

“Come on, Chloe.” Fiona presses. “Enough with this religious bullshit.” The more she pushed however the more Chloe pulled away. You were losing her!

“Fiona!”

Never one to take no for an answer your big sister persists. “Chloe. Look at me.” Chloe flinches. She does look, but only out of the corner of her eye. Fiona’s hard love was NOT what she needed right now. Thankfully with Chloe’s attention Fiona’s tone softens and warms. “Chloe.” She starts again, this time with a gentle smile. “Chloe. You’d unlock for Jesse, wouldn’t you?”

“Jesse?” She peeps, her eyes widening.

“Fiona…” You say, already knowing where this was headed.

Fiona was gonna be Fiona though and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it.

“Jesse wants to help you.” Fiona says. “He’s here for you, baby. You know Jesse’s got that special bussy, right?” Fiona says. “Remember your mom talking about it? Saying how he was so…special?”

“Uh, yeah.” Chloe says, hope rising in her fragile voice.

“Well…I’m just saying that…”

“Chloe.” You say. “Don’t listen to her.”

“That’s right, Chloe.” Fiona says. “Listen to Jesse. Jesse knows what’s best.” She backs away. Right out the door. Slowly she closes it behind her.

“Fiona!” You would have moved to stop her but for Chloe who was still clutching you tight.

“You listen to Jesse now, Chloe.” Fiona says with one of her old demon grins. “He’s gonna take care of everything.”

With that the door to the cell closes.