Three Questions

You hang there for a long time. You arms and shoulders ache, your calves quiver from exertion. Your whole body shivers, not from cold but from fear. You were so utterly helpless and in a very strange new place.

After what seems to be an eternity you finally hear the door open and the tall lithe shadowy figure of your sister enters the room. She closes and locks the door behind her. Without the lit hallway behind her she completely disappears in the shadows of the outer room. She takes a step forward, you could only see the silhouette of her head and shoulders. Her blonde hair, with the light behind it, creating a halo around her darkened face. She is looking you up and down. She just watches you for what must be a few solid minutes.

Finally she approaches you. You see a hungry wicked smile on her face as she assesses your body approvingly, she doesn't even try to hide her intense lust and desire. Her fierce fiendish look, she was almost a different person. She was a devil in black and crimson leather. She reaches around and unzips your mask, then pulls it off. You let out a breath and you feel the air wick the clammy sweat from your face, cooling it. You look at her with scared eyes. "Fiona...why..."

She grabs your head and kisses you hard! Your lips and teeth smashing together. She bites your tongue and lips and sucks at your mouth. You were so god damned confused. She steps back, looking at you like a plaything. Then, just for a brief second, you see regular old Fiona peek through.

In her moment of mercy she says. "You get three questions before we begin."

Three? You had a hundred. Your mind racing, knowing you probably didn't have much time, you quickly start.

"Um...those people...they all knew you. Some were offering you money. The song they played for you said 'whore'. Fiona, are you some sort of prostitute here or something?" You ask.

Wrong question! Her eyes narrow and you see her inner fire flare up in her soul. "What the fuck did you just...?" She takes a breath to calm herself. "I will forgive you that one Jesse. No I am not a fucking prostitute. I am a Goddess. I would never let these people fuck me. I hurt them. I play with them. And they beg me to do it. If they are very very lucky I might fuck them, but never the reverse." She laughs. "Do you know how many times I've shared my gift of pain? Three...three times. That's it. A legend is so much better than the real thing. You have to only give them just enough to seed your myth and the word will spread and grow on its own. And they will beg you for more. The less I give them the more they want it." She runs her hard nails down your exposed shivering chest and stomach. "Next question."

She doesn't let these people have sex with her? She could have any one of them she wanted! Unlike the rest of the family she had tons of options for sexual partners.

You ask the foremost question on your mind. "Wha...what are you going to do to me?"

She smiles, she grips her fists and you hear the leather creak. "It's time to play Jesse. It is time to play. At long last it's Fiona's time. With someone who is my very own. I've dreamed of this day Jesse." She pauses and licks her upper teeth and lip like a ravenous lioness. "I'm going to hurt you Jesse. I am going to bring you delicious pain and suffering and you will love it by the end! Your body will suffer, your tender flesh will sing to you in its exquisite torment. Your physical being I will claim through stinging agony. But your soul...your soul you will give me willingly. You told me you would worship me, you said those words exactly, and after tonight you truly will. Tonight, if you prove yourself to me, you will go from my bitch to my ****."

Ho...ly...Fuck! Who was this demon that looked like your sister!? She was off her fucking rocker! Those burning wicked eyes...she meant every word! A larger shiver runs up through your entire body. Sure Fiona was bossy and a bully and a bitch, but you had no idea at the true depths of her depravity. When you had said you would worship her you thought you meant it, now you'd have to prove it!

"Fi...Fiona...I-I-I'm not sure...I'm not sure I want this anymore." You stammer pathetically.

She hisses like a viper from the second circle of hell as she walks around behind you. "Trusssst your Missstressss Jesse. Trussst your Sssissster. Your Goddessss." She then whispers in your ear, her hot breath blowing gently across it. "Third quessstion."

She runs her hands up and down your sides, desirously grasping at your bare flesh. She briefly thrusts herself against you. She was hot for you, you were pretty damn sure. Despite all that talk of how sad and pathetic you were, she really wanted you.

"Why me? Why am I so lucky to get to be with you? You could have sex with any of those people." You ask.

She slowly walks around to your front again. The clop clop clop of her heeled boots echoing in the dungeon room. Stopping in front of you she looks you in the eye, her sadistic yet gorgeous face a foot away. Her dominant gaze boring into you.

"Because you are my brother and I am a Bailey." Is all she says. She says it with a strange sort of family pride and a haughty arrogance. As if someone not of her bloodline would not be worthy of her. This family was truly cracked!

She brings the mask back up and begins slipping it back onto your head once more. Just before your face is covered you blurt out. "I love you Fiona! I love...mmph." She secures the mask and zips it up the back once more. She then pulls off the thin cloth over the eyes and unzips the mouth zipper, but she places a long finger over the opening indicating you weren't to speak right now.

"Shhhhhhhh."

She slowly turns and struts back across the room, you admire her long curved form as she sways. She fades into the shadows once more. From the darkness you hear. "In the future, when your Mistress allows you a question, you should ask for the safe word." She begins to laugh, a cackling twisted malicious laugh.

Lord have mercy!