Fix her!

"Broke her?" Helen wonders. "Broke who?"

"Allison." Chloe says sheepishly before scrambling to explain herself. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. She just cums so hard and..."

"Woah, woah, woah!" Helen stands up. "Allison? You mean Jesse's Allison?"

"Uh huh." Chloe nods.

"Allison is here? Now? Upstairs!?"

Chloe nods again. "Uh huh."

Helen looks down at Fiona who returns her gaze with an unrepentant look that told her everything she needed to know. She didn't know the details but whatever was happening was Fiona's doing. Yesterday she would have flipped, laying into her daughter and peppering her with accusations and epithets, yet after the moment they'd just shared she takes a moment to choose her words carefully before reacting.

In her heart Helen is worried deeply. What had Fiona done this time? Whatever it was it wouldn't be like when she was little, like when she would severely beat down Jesse or Elsie's bullies, where a few placating phone calls to the boys angry and embarrassed parents might clear things up. Questions swirl. How had Fiona gotten Allison here? Why did she expose their secret? How did she get Allison to have sex? And how did she get poor Chloe to be a part of this? She knew her fiery daughter and she knew the protective Fiona was extremely upset coming back from the lab. She also knew that she had never taken a liking to Jesse's girlfriend. She only prayed it wasn't as bad as it looked.

"Auntie, can you come look?" Chloe reaches her arms out to her beloved Aunt, truly believing that Helen could fix anything.

Helen goes to her niece and embraces her. "Of course sweetie. Quick now, show me."

With Fiona right behind them Chloe leads Helen up the stairs and into Fiona's room. Clothes, ropes, cuffs, the spreader bar, and the gag lays strewn about the room which had the intense musty smell of fresh sex. Allison lay on the bed, untied and ungagged, naked. Her body is even messier than Chloe's with the spattering of a dozen cumshots in her hair, over her face, and across her shiny sweaty body. The filthy words Fiona had scrawled on her skin were faded but still visible beneath the sheen of dried and drying bodily fluids. Her raw pink pussy oozed out a steady stream of jizm. She lay there staring up into nothing with the glassy unseeing gaze of a doll. Her breath is slow and shallow. Her limp body completely unmoving. Yet on her face...the faintest hint of a smile.

"Ohhh my God." Helen groans as she stares in disbelief at the comatose figure.

"She won't talk or nothin." Chloe hurries to the bedside and takes Allison's loose hand. "After her last orgasm she just kinda...broke." She holds Allie's hand tight. "Talk to me sister. It's me, Chloe. It's your big sister Chloe."

"Sister?" Fiona raises a brow.

Chloe nods. "Uh huh. We're sisters now. She wants to be one of us."

Helen looks at her eldest in horror. "Did...did you do this?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

Fiona looks back to her mom with a hard look that said she was more than ready for a fight. "Yes."

"Did she...?"

"No." Fiona replies without waiting to hear the question. "And Chloe didn't know."

"My God." Helen gasps.

"Know what?" Chloe looks back.

Helen's eyes scan the room. The rope, the bonds, the gag...she could imagine what took place here. She looks back to the broken woman on the bed, Jesse's girlfriend, and sees all of her failings as a parent right there in the flesh. In her mind, in a thousand little moments and interactions with her eldest child, she can see a direct line from this scene all the way back to when she had let her daughter down so badly after John's ****. She knew Fiona's protectiveness of her siblings went beyond what was healthy yet she'd let it go all of these years and now it was all coming home to roost. What happened in this room was Fiona's fault but Helen's hands were not clean. After their heart to hear she wanted so bad to support her daughter in all things...but now this. She was at a loss. This was beyond anything Fiona had done before.

Chloe kneeling and wracked by worry. Her mother stood dumbfounded. Fiona takes control of the room.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Fiona says to her confused cousin.

"What's wrong with her?" Chloe is beside herself with worry. "Fix her Fiona, please!"

Fiona sighs. "Chloe, you just met her, she's not your sister."

"Yes she is."

"No, Chloe. She's just some slut that..."

"Yes she is!" Chloe snaps back. "She's wonderful and she's beautiful and I won't let you talk to her like that right now! FIX HER!"

"Chloe, don't get attached to..."

"Fix her!" Chloe says angrily. "Fix her right now! She's my sister and I love her!"

"Jesus Christ." Fiona groans. She saw Chloe really meant it. Chloe was a kook and a sweet heart but even Fiona knew better than get on her bad side. If she didn't do something it would be months if not years before she earned her cousin's forgiveness. Besides, the fact Allison wanted to be a Bailey sister was flattering, if a bit repulsive. She comes around to the other side of the bed and sits down at Allison's side. She looks into the staring unseeing eyes and gently strokes the woman's face. "She's deep."

"Deep?"

"Subspace, or something similar. Probably simple exhaustion too."

"Fix her!"

"Shhhh." Fiona says. "No loud sounds. Voices low and calm now."

Chloe lowers her voice, her anger now shifting to hope. "You can fix her?"

Fiona nods. "I think so, it's up to her though." Fiona is silently cursing. She never intended to look after this woman who was trying to steal her brother from the family but Chloe was going to be a pest about it. And now with her mother here...shit. She'd have to try to do something. She'd wanted to bust this bitch's cunt not her mind, not yet at least. Ah well. In the long run this would probably be better anyway if she wanted to bring Allison under her spell. "Okay. Chloe, go get a blanket. Something warm and soft. Go to Mom's room." She looks to her mother. "Mom, you can curse me out later, but right now I need you to bring some water and something sweet. A warm wet cloth would be good too."

Helen nods. She didn't know what else to do so she simply follows instructions. Fiona seemed to know what she was doing. Chloe and Helen both hurry from the room.

Fiona brings up some soft soothing music on her phone and sets it to the side. She lets out a frustrated huff as she looks over Allison. Blissed out, zoned out, and literally fucked out of her senses. Allison's overwhelmed mind had retreated into a special realm all its own. Fiona takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of it. A **** in subspace was more precious and more lovely than any work of art Fiona had ever seen. Something akin to holy. And every sub was unique. God it was incredible. She wished she could have been here to see Allison break. She could only imagine the heaven Allison was in right now. But with that heaven came the risk of a deep tormenting hell to follow. Fiona sets to work.

She pulls in closer and brushes Allison's crusted hair from her face. In a low gentle voice she says. "Allison?" She very lightly strokes Allie's head as she lays Allie's limp arm across her lap. "Allison? Are you with me?"

On hearing Fiona's voice the inert Allie suddenly takes in a deep breath and life returns to her body. She blinks and her hazy blue eyes struggle and fail to focus even as her smile grows. A whispered nonsensical mumble murmurs from Allison's dry lips.

"Atta girl." Fiona says soothingly as she pets her. "You'll be okay."

Again Allison tries to say something but it just comes out as a hushed whimper.

Her curiosity could not be denied, in the otherworldly state Allie was in the dominant Fiona simply needed to know. She leans in close, her ear close to Allison's mouth, and she whispers. "What are you trying to tell me?"

Allison weakly breathes a single word. "...goddesssss..."