"I Think I've Made a Mistake."

Okay guys, again, seriously, ****/dubious-consensual content warning. Do not read if it's going to upset you. Fiona's gone off the deep end here. Not my usual content I realize, I won't make a habit of it I promise.

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"I should let Auntie Helen know." Chloe says.

"Nah, leave her be." Fiona replies. "We'll tell her when she comes out. It'll be a surprise!"

"Oh, uh, are you sure she'll be okay with me being here?" Allie says, she tries to casually pull away from Fiona but she is kept firmly in place with a strong arm. Fiona pushiness was setting off warning bells but Allison rested well in the knowledge that she was in a house full of women. Nothing bad was going to happen to her here. Jesse mentioned Fiona could be an overbearing bully so this wasn't entirely surprising, nor entirely unwelcome. Allie kinda liked Fiona's rough demeanor. "If it's going to be any trouble..."

"She'll be delighted. She wants to get to know you as much as the rest of us. I mean, you could be her daughter in law if things go well." Fiona says, nearly bringing up bile at the thought of her brother marrying this cunt. "Say Chloe...did you guys sterilize the laundry room?"

"Huh? Ummm, no. Not yet. But..."

"I think I remember Elsie doing laundry this morning." Fiona lies. "You better get that cleaned up."

"Why do I have to?" Chloe sulks. "You haven't done anything yet."

"Cleaning isn't one of my chores. You'll have to pick up El and Jesse's jobs while they're gone."

"But..."

"Chloe, we have to be good hosts." She then says at a super concerned whisper. "You don't wan't Allie to leave, do you?"

"No! I want her to stay."

Fiona sighs in mock disappointment. "Allison won't be able to stay with us if the house isn't disinfected. I'm sorry Allie, I guess you won't be able to stay here after all. Chloe doesn't want you to be safe in our home so..."

Chloe swallows it hook, line, and sinker. "Wait! No, no, no! You can stay Allie. I'll clean it. I don't mind. I've got gloves and a mask and everything ready."

Fiona smiles. "Thank you Chloe." She pinches Allison's shoulder. "Say thank you Allison."

"Ow. Uh, yeah, thank you Chloe." Allie flinches. "Although I probably won't be doing laundry anytime soon."

"Better safe than sorry." Fiona insists. "While you do that Chloe I'll show our guest around."

And with that she leads Allison toward the stairs. Allie continues to follow along, not that she had much choice. She tries to strike up a friendly conversation along the way but the powerful Bailey woman is silent and focused. Fiona's grand tour involved taking her up the stairs and leading her directly to Fiona's room. She kicks the door closed behind them.

"Soo..." Allison looks around. The black and red decor and bad ass bitch energy of the room screamed Fiona. She pauses as she notices the hole in the wall and the bits of alarm clock scattered about. "...this must be...HEY!"

Fiona reaches into Allison's pocket and pulls her phone out. She casually tosses it onto the pillows of her bed then starts patting Allison down in search of anything Allie might use as a weapon.

"Hey, that's my phone!" Allie goes to step toward it but is blocked by a strong arm.

"Shut...the fuck...up you fucking cunt." Fiona snaps. The false smile from before is long gone and there is burning evil in her hazel eyes.

"Excuse me!?" Allie is aghast.

Fiona with disturbing calm goes about her business. Opening a drawer of her dresser she fishes something out. Allie can hear the clank of metal and the slap of leather. She should have made a run for it then but she was still trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I...I think I've made a mistake." She says at last.

Fiona turns back toward her with a ball gag and leather cuffs in her hands. "Oh...you don't have a fucking clue."

"Fiona, what is this!?" Fear grips Allison and it feels like the floor had vanished beneath her. She reels a step back. The feral look in Fiona's eyes told her that she was in grave danger.

"Your first mistake was EVER thinking a slut like you could be good enough for my brother." Fiona hisses as she closes in. "I won't let you have him."

"Fiona, let me go and I won't..." Her words trail off as Fiona continues forward with bad intentions. Allison's eyes dart for her phone but it was too far away. "Fiona you're scaring me!"

This stops Fiona for a moment, her grim visage twists into a mad grin. "Good!"

Allison bolts for the door letting out a cry for help. "AHH! CHLOE! HELEN!" Unfortunately for Allie Chloe was all the way in the basement while Helen sat in her office with her headphones on. Fiona intercepts her. Grabbing a handful of her dark hair she wrenches her head around and roughly jams the ball gag into Allison's mouth. Allison was an athlete, a top tennis player at the university, yet Fiona manhandles her with ease. Taking her to the floor as effortlessly as a Jiu Jitsu master she sets to work with disturbing efficiency.

Allison kicks and claws but Fiona seems to know all her moves before she makes them. She slaps Allie's hands and pins her legs while she firmly cinches the gag tight. She had strength, reach, and a great deal of experience over Allison. **** fantasies was a high end service she provided as a Domme down at The Underground, and often played with men twice Allie's size. Overpowering the slender Allison she forces her slender wrists into the cuffs and buckles them shut. She lays her weight onto her to keep her brother's girlfriend from wriggling away.

Her breath hissing in and out through her nose Allison tugs and writhes and stares up at Fiona with wide eyed...terror? She was scared, hell yeah she was scared, but that wasn't all she was feeling. Shame fills her soul as she realized her body was reacting to this rough treatment in ways she couldn't believe. If fear wasn't the overriding emotion right now she would have been full on hornier than she'd ever been in her life! Allison couldn't, wouldn't, believe this was happening to her nor how she was responding to it.

Fiona pins Allison's wrists against the floor over her head. Breathing fast, her blue eyes wide and frantic, Allison struggles a few more times then finally relaxes. Fiona had her, she was truly helpless. The tall strong blonde looks down at her as if she were nothing but a piece of meat. Crackling feelings of arousal sparkle up and down Allison's body, concentrated around the breasts and pussy in particular. Try as she might Allison could not quell these twisted feelings of lust.

Fiona looks her over. "You're thinking this isn't real. You're thinking this is some sort of misunderstanding. You're thinking I'm going to stop this at any moment now."

"Mmmm!" Allie's blue eyes plead.

Fiona's tilts her head, as if she were studying an ant crawling along the sidewalk. "I've done a lot worse to a lot better, bitch. You are nothing to me!"

"Mmmph!"

Fiona leans in close, her face just an inch from Allison's. "What are you to him? Huh? Just a bit of fun. Just a hole to fuck." Her hot breath washes over Allison's stunned and confused face. "You could never make him happy. Not for long. You're just a plaything to him. A convenient little fuck toy. He doesn't love you! Pfff! What in the FUCK can you offer him that we can't? Huh?"

Allison's eyes widen. Fiona couldn't possibly mean "we" like it sounded like she meant it. What the hell was happening right now?

"You want him to breed you, is that it? You want to be bred? Fucking tie him down to you and your half-breed offspring, filthy with your inferior genetics. You don't deserve his seed. You don't deserve him! You can't appreciate him like we can. You can't treasure him like he deserves. My brother is a king! I won't let you ruin him."

Allison lies very still as she stares straight into the face of madness. Fiona's tirade continues. "Women like you...your time is almost up. This world will be ours in the end. We won't need people like you in our glorious future."

Fiona rises up a few inches and chuckles a low disturbing laugh. "I bet you like my brother fucking you. Don't you slut? I bet he likes fucking your rotten fuck holes. But we can fix that. We can ruin you before you ruin him. For Jesse's sake...Allison..." She spits her name like it was bitter poison. "...when we're done with you...he won't even be able to feel you."

Allison trembles.

Fiona then pauses, her eyes narrow as she recognizes something in the shaking overwhelmed Allison. Something familiar. Something beyond the fear. Her ruby lips then curl up into a devilish smile. "Interesting." She almost looked amused. "But...I'm a reasonable woman. I'll give you one chance. One chance to escape your fate."

Allison's shoulders rise and fall as her rapid breath hisses out her nose. Staring up she waits to hear of her one chance for escape.

Reaching up Fiona traces a fingertip around Allison's tender lips and whispers. "If your pussy isn't wet right now...if you prove to me that you aren't an absolute shameless slut...then I'll let you go. But if you are wet..." Her hand then slides down Allison's body and into her victim's panties. "...then we have our fun."

Allison closes her eyes and whimpers, she already knew what Fiona was going to find.