Elsie's Home

You hear heavy foot falls clomping up the stairs. You weren't sure what was happening but you knew it wasn't good. Throwing the robe to your sister you say. "Put that on and...uh...hide under the bed." You weren't sure what else to do. As Fiona follows your instruction you hurriedly slip on your t shirt and head out to the hallway to intercept your little sister.

You exit out into the hall just as Elsie was hitting the top of the stairs. You freeze in your tracks. The creature before you was Elsie alright, but like Fiona she was resized. She was fucking huge! Her head almost brushed the ceiling. Her clothes were shredded and stretched over her amazonian body. Her long dress now looking like a tattered kilt. You look up, way up, to her crazed angry face. She towered over you. As her black eyes settle on you...you see just a momentary glimpse of your real sister peek through. She says, in a voice closer to her normal one. "Jesse?" She hadn't expected to find you here, your appearance taking her off guard. It lasts but a moment and a big toothy grin comes across her face. "Jesse! Me like Jesse! Come to Elsie Jesse!" She was looking at you like a tiger looking at a fattened pig. She licks her lips as she gazes at you. "Me like...ME LIKE!"

Oh shit!

Her face suddenly goes serious. "Why you come from Fiona room?" You see the rage return as she looks you over, seeing you wearing only a t shirt and boxers. "WHY YOU IN FIONA ROOM!?"

Oh shit!!!

You were starting to notice the bullet holes in her clothes...bullet holes and undamaged flesh beneath. Despite all the chaos outside she didn't have a mark on her. You stammer, afraid for your life. "Dahhhh...uh...I was uhhh...looking for Fiona. She's gone, she's...she's not here Elsie. She ran away."

"WHY YOU NO PANTS!?" She howls. She lashes out to the side, smashing through the wall like it was thin styrofoam. "YOU FUCK FIONA? YOU FUCK FIONA BEFORE FUCK ELSIE!?"

You tremble at the effortless display of raw ****. You had to get her off of this topic of conversation. You say in the best soothing voice you can manage. "No, no, no! No fucking. Elsie...El it's me...Jesse. Calm down. Calm down El, lets just settle down. Okay?"

Once more you see a glimpse of Elsie's gentle face peek through before being subsumed once more. "WHERE FIONA?"

You take a deep breath to settle yourself. "She's gone Elsie, gone far away..."

She wasn't listening to you, she roars. "FIONA, COME OUT! COME TO ELSIE!"

To your horror you hear a little voice come from the open doorway behind you. "Yes Elsie." What the fuck was she doing? Shit...of course, Fiona had to follow any order given to her. Before you could do or say anything there she was, trembling beside you in only your bathrobe and looking up at her younger Sister.

Elsie sees Fiona's attire, even in her brutish state it takes her no time to realize why Fiona was dressed this way. Her eyes bulge with fury, you were worried for Fiona's well being. "NOOO! You fuck Jesse. ME ANGRY!!! ME HATE YOU!!!"

Fiona falls to the floor in front of her sister. As she had with you she was doing everything she could to signal her complete submissiveness to Elsie. "You should hate me. I'm sorry Elsie. Have mercy! Have mercy!"

From down the stairs and outside the house you hear a man's voice call out. "I think she went in here!" Another man calls back. "Careful, she might have hostages." Thank goodness, the police were here.

El looks over her shoulder annoyed. She reaches forward and grabs Fiona off the floor, tucking her under her arm. Fiona doesn't even struggle. Instinct takes over as you step forward to protect your helpless big sister, you hit Elsie with your best right cross. Your fist connects with Elsie's jaw with a sickening crunch...it was like hitting fire hydrant. You feel bones in your hand break and you grunt in pain. El shows now sign of even noticing the blow, not a mark was left on her huge but beautiful face. She looks down at you. "YOU COME TOO." She balls her fist up and brings it down on top of your head with a loud knock!

You crumple to the floor. Your last sensation before losing consciousness was being scooped up by a big strong hand.