Becoming Sierra’s Bitch #NSFW #SOSS

This is my third post on Sierra. I had met her at school a few weeks back. We sit in the same class together twice a week. She is Italian, and perhaps the wildest person I’ve ever met. Sex with her is amazing. And now she had invited me to spend a day with her and her brother at their farm in upstate New York.

Her brother sounded a bit crazy, frankly. A real sadist looking for a masochistic girl; maybe more than just one. Sierra was part of the package. She was the bait, and he was the executioner. I wasn’t quite sure whether accepting the invitation was going to trap me into becoming their next victim in ways that crossed consensual activities, or if it was all just a way to build up the excitement. I was hoping for the latter. My stomach told me otherwise.

On Saturday evening, late, I got a text from Sierra that was somewhat reassuring. Apparently, she was just messing with me when she told me about her brother’s sadistic side. At least that’s how I read her short message. It just said, “I’m just fucking with you, see you tomorrow.”

Now that a few days have passed, I had a chance to digest what happened. It has changed me. But let me start at the beginning:

I show up at Sierra’s building in the East Village, early in the morning. It’s close to 7:00 a.m. and we have a good three-hour drive ahead of us. Antonio, Sierra’s brother, comes down first and introduces himself. Wow, he is everything I had hoped for. Mediterranean look, dark hair, tall, muscles everywhere, but in a lean and well-conditioned way. Not bulky. He clearly values style. I had dressed for a country outing on one of the last warm summer weekends. Just a simple blue dress, nothing else that would suggest anything but a relaxed day in the country. Well, almost nothing. I wear my body harness underneath the dress, just in case…

Antonio shows up in designer clothes, an expensive watch, sunglasses, and a three-piece, well-fitted suit. “Nice clothes!” is the way I greet him. He smiles and gives me a hug, gently letting his muscular body do the talking. Only then does he respond politely. “You must be Francesca. Sierra has told me a lot about you. I’m sure we can make your wishes come true once we’re at the farm.”

Before I have a chance to ask him what he means, Sierra shows up with her typical enthusiasm. Unlike Antonio, she is barely dressed. A short dress, very short, loose fitting, clearly no underwear as the first time she bends over quickly reveals. Her hair is open, the way I love it. She is already seducing me, although with Antonio by her side, I can’t see myself saying ‘stop’ to either one.

The sun is peaking through the narrow streets of Manhattan’s lower east side. I’m still tired from the long night before. Until I got Sierra’s reassuring message, I couldn’t get her earlier email out of my head. How her brother will torture and stretch my nipples, possibly in ways that I’ll never be able to remove.

The image is still branded in my mind. He looks like he couldn’t harm a fly, I mean, he is strong and buff, but seems more interested in his looks and style; not harming anyone. But then again, he’s almost to perfect.  Something doesn’t seem quite as benign as it appears.

I think about what Sierra had first said in her email.  Somehow, having my nipples tortured by Antonio in unimaginable ways is turning me on. I know myself, how weak I can get when I’m in a scene. I’m terrified that something is going to happen, and I will be so swept up in my lust and obsession with Sierra that I won’t stop him. That’s a chance I’m willing to take; at least when I’m tired and am just looking forward to catching some sleep on the way up to the farm.

Antonio volunteers to drive.  No surprise, Sierra’s has a chic, fire-red, expensive Maserati. I remember thinking how loaded her family must be to afford all the luxuries she had.  Then I snuggle up to Sierra in the backseat and drift into a deep snooze.

I wake up when Antonio tries to lift me out of the backseat. I don’t see Sierra, so I pretend to be asleep. Foolish me. Antonio isn’t buying it and with a grin on his face asks me politely to step out of the car. “We’re here, our family farm, sleepy head.” I’m a bit confused and look around. “What farm?” There is no farm at all, at least not in the sense I’ve come to know.

His grip on my hand gets a bit stronger as we walk toward a shallow hill. A few bushes, some trees, and hidden behind a large steel door. I recognize the structure immediately. This is an old remote underground bunker, probably a left over from WWII. We walked quietly through the steel door, Antonio in front, and Sierra behind me.

“What is this place, Sierra?” My voice reflecting a sense of fear. Sierra didn’t respond in a way that was very reassuring. “Remember what I told you about my brother? How he likes to experiment on pretty young girls like yourself?” Of course, I remembered, but she said it was all just to fuck with my mind! “Well, when I sent you the message that it was just to fuck with you, I fucked with you. He really can be sadistic.”

Sierra places her arm around me, kissed me, as if to say that it’s all going to be OK. “Trust me, you will enjoy it. And if you don’t like what my little brother does, just say so. We don’t want to do anything you don’t want as well.” Her warm smile all of a sudden look sinister with the poor lighting in the long downward sloping tunnel.

“You see, Francesca, this is where Antonio does his work. There are people who need to, how should I put this, learn a lesson?” She tells me a bit more about her family, nothing that provides me with a lot of comfort. In short, they are deep inside the New York mafia. And Antonio is their enforcer. He is the one who makes sure that threats are carried out, examples set. He enjoys hurting people, seeing them suffer.

“Let me tell you a bit about what is going to happen now. But first, I want you to know that I’m madly in love with you. So madly, I want to be sure that you will always be mine. I don’t take rejection well. I know you love me, too. The way you look at me in class, the way you got turned on by the way I have modified my body. You want me. You’ve never seen anyone like me and that makes you so attractive to me.”

We keep walking for another few hundred feet. Then a brightly lit room opens in front of us. All white tiles, not a speck of dirt, almost clinical looking. Shit, there are medical tools everywhere. Not just the sort you would see in a hospital room, but instruments for serious surgery; maybe torture. This is spooky.

“I don’t know about this, Sierra, what are we doing here if you love me? This is not exactly the most romantic outing I can imagine.” I still have the sex with Sierra in my head, and Antonio is beginning to take off his clothes. I see for the first time his chiseled chest and amazing six-pack. So, they are into medical play, maybe I can get into that. God, Antonio is taking his pants off.

Stepping toward me, he whispers in my ear, “you can touch anything you want.” I can’t help but reach for his flaccid cock, massage his thick meat, and feel how it responds to my touch. No, I’m not going to leave. This place may look scary, but now I’m too far in to pull out.

“Come one, Francesca, let me help you get comfortable. The procedure takes a while and I don’t want you to pass out before it’s all done.” What? I thought this was all just play. What the fuck is she talking about?

Antonio grabbed me from behind, carrying me to a reclined dental chair. No straps, I’m just resting with Sierra sitting by my legs. “See, Francesca, I told you, once we start, you won’t want to leave. Not when I eat your pussy, while Antonio makes you mine. But it’s best if you don’t see what is happening, then you can focus just on the pain and pleasure you will experience. Is that OK?” My inner self is screaming ‘NO, that is not OK!’ and yet I’m nodding my head, giving my consent to be blindfolded.

Everything is dark. I can feel Sierra’s finger finding my dripping wet pussy. Oh, how I want her to start licking my pussy, sucking on my clit, anything she wants. “Just lean back and relax. I’ll be telling you everything that happens to you.” Antonio is speaking in a calm tone, as if to prepare me for one of his sadistic inventions. At this point, if being subjected to his torture makes me Sierra’s…Oh, she is so good with her tongue, swirling around my clit.

“Francesca, you see that I don’t use any restraints. We could use your harness to immobilize you, but I don’t think that will be necessary.  In fact, I’ll remove the parts that may be in the way of my work.  The only thing keeping you from getting up and leaving, is Sierra. I’m only her tool, and perhaps a little candy for you.” With that, I can feel his rock-hard cock brushing against my cheek. Without thinking, I turn my head, open my mouth, and begin to take Antonio’s massive cock into my mouth. Oh, he is sweet as candy. And Sierra is working my pussy like a pinball machine.

“I’ll now go ahead, this will hurt a bit, but you’re doing just fine.” I keep sucking his dick, keeping my arms to my side, just as I feel a sharp pain shooting through my left nipple. “Shhh….it’s alright, this is just to numb your nipple a bit; now I’ll do the same to your other nipple.” I keep sucking his dick, now holding on to his shaft with my right hand and beginning to stroke him. The pain in my nipple disappears quickly, and when he repeats the same on my other nipple, I don’t even notice. All I want is to have Antonio shoot his cum in my mouth and Sierra to keep doing whatever it is she does. This is totally working for me.

“Very good, Francesca, now comes the hard part. I need you to stay really still. First, I will be stretching your nipples. You may feel some pain, but it won’t be bad. Then I will attach the jewelry Sierra has selected to keep your nipples permanently stretched, alright? Is this what you want?”

What I want? What I want is for Antonio to get on with it, thrust his cock down my throat, let me give him an amazing blowjob and get his sweet cum as my reward. Oh, and I want Sierra. Everything about her. I want her in my life, not just for a few hours. If this means she owns me, I below to her, like a marked cow in a herd, then so be it.

I nod my head, giving Antonio the sign to go ahead.

“Good, Francesca.” Sierra continues to massage my pussy with her fingers. “Then Antonio will now make a series of modifications to your nipples and breasts that will mark you as my sex slave, my fuck-bitch, my painslut……my lover.” Any of those words would have struck terror in me had it not been for Sierra keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. A few more strokes and Antonio is ready to let his load of cum shoot down my throat. All I heard is ‘..my lover.’ At least that is the only part that matters to me.

“Francesca, listen, this is serious”, I barely listen so close am I to being pushed over the edge by Sierra’s slapping of my sore cunt. “I need you to repeat what you will be when Antonio is done. I must know that you mean it.” I don’t want to let go of Antonio’s cock, I can barely breath with his tip pushing against the back of my throat. But he pulls back and I can only reach him with my hand.

“Yes, Sierra, I want to be your lover”.

“What else?” Sierra is persistent while keeping me closer to erupting in a massive orgasm than I can stand.

“I want to be your painslut, your fuck-bitch, your sex slave!”

“Then go ahead, Antonio. You know what to do.”

…to be continued…

10 comments

  1. I want to know so much more about this. As I read, I keep on wondering whether this is fiction. If it is, it’s damn good writing, and if this is all true, then I really think you are so brave and cool for going on this ‘date’. I can’t wait to read on… 😉

    Rebel xox

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