Sierra’s brother read my blog – #NSFW #SOSS

Before leaving for St. Petersburg, I had a developing fling with another girl in one of my classes at Columbia. I wrote a couple of posts about her. She is one of the hottest, craziest persons I’ve ever met. Only problem, I’m absolutely sure that her family has ties to some form of organized crime, and her brother is sweet and absolutely terrifying.

Naturally, Sierra wanted to know where I had been last week. I hadn’t told her, to be honest. I was scared how she would react. Turns out, I should have been more scared how her brother would react!

Sierra came over this evening and I thought we’d have some fun together. Unfortunately, she was not in the playful kind of mood. Instead, she brought me a little message from her brother.

“Sit!” No ‘hi’, or ‘where have you been?’. She goes straight to the reason she is here. “I can either make this easy on you, or I can call my brother.” Those are not really options. The way she looks, this is not going to be a nice cuddly evening. Normally, the way she is dressed, faux leather leggings, a deep cut-out sweater, no bra, and an expensive, long winter coat, I would have jumped on her. Not today. Not the way she said ‘sit’.

“I’m in deep trouble, and you know what that means…..you’re in deep trouble.” I’m hoping she’ll let me in on her little trouble secret. “My brother read your blog entries about him.” I feel the blood rushing toward my head. ‘Fuck’, I don’t even remember what I wrote about him. I’m sure it was only good things. Yeah, he’s scary, but then, he’s Sierra’s brother, and I’m her friend, so there is nothing for me to worry about, right?

“He wants you to delete everything about him in the next 15 minutes, or you will be going with him to the farm.” The farm was their underground torture chamber in upstate New York. We went there once and I only got a taste of what he was capable of doing. I don’t even want to know what he has done there to other people who weren’t his sister’s friend.

“But, Sierra, I didn’t write anything bad about him, did I?” I am pleading for my life at this point. At least it feels that way.

“That’s what I told him, but in his profession, he can’t come across as ‘soft’. If anyone sees the posts and figures out it’s him, his reputation is ruined.”

“Come one, Sierra, he’s your brother, can’t you do something? Think!”

“Well, I could do something, but it wouldn’t be much better than handing you over to my brother.” Anything, please, anything but your brother. I’m scared shitless just thinking of being alone with him at the farm, strapped into the dentist chair. I need Sierra. I will do anything.

“Here’s the deal, my brother isn’t going to kill you or anything. He’s not that type of person. He believes in slow and painful torture. The kind that never goes away. For you, he had already picked out one of his favorite ways to torture women. I may just be able to give him a better idea.”

“Yes, yes, please, and tell him I’m sweet and gentle, and…pregnant!” She looked at me with disdain.

“What kind of person do you think my brother is? That’s old news, he knows more about you than you do yourself. He even knows the gender of your baby – do you?” Holy crap! No, I have asked several times, but it’s still inconclusive. Fuck, his family really does run this city!

“Here is what I suggest. He was going to have one of his buddies administer the painkillers during the delivery. Just, rather than helping, they would amplify every contraction and drive you mad. It’s actually healthy for the baby, no epidural, basically an entirely natural birth and you would be pushing like hell to get the pain over with. One side-effect would be a permanent stretching of your pussy. If you like fisting, it might not be so bad. Except for the pain, of course, that would return every time your pussy gets stretched.”

This sounded like hell on earth. “And what exactly is your backup plan?”

“Well, the nice thing about an epidural is that you will feel nothing from your waist down. While you are holding your baby on one side, there can be a surgery going on and you would never know until it’s too late.”

“And in what way does this sound any better than living through the pain of childbirth?”

“Oh, you don’t know pain yet. Don’t worry, you will. But back to my plan. You know how I love body modifications. There are two that my brother has always wanted to do, but his victims always….well, never mind what happened to them.” Never mind! And now she thinks I should be his victim?

“So, while your body is ready for surgery, his team could do one of two modifications he always wanted to try. You see, you’re already my bitch. I own your cunt, I own your ass, every fuckhole you have is mine. I want one of them to be permanently open. He can remove your sphincter muscle and replace it with a solid rubber ring, just the size of his cock. He’d like that.”

“No way, I’m not going to have him do any surgery on me”

“Just think about it, there would of course be a plug that fits right in. No more stretching your ass to fit his cock or my fist. The ring would never close up, but with some effort could be pushed further open. You’d love to have my fist up your ass, wouldn’t you?”

I hesitate. “No, no, that’s just so wrong!” And so hot! God, yes, I have wanted her to fist me ever since I got to know her. I just don’t have that kind of practice.

“Shit, ok, yes, tell him I’d rather have the surgery than be in pain during childbirth.” This was a bargain with the devil, and if it hadn’t been for Sierra, I would never have believed a word, let alone agreed to anything she said. But Sierra and her brother were not kidding around. For them, I am their toy, and they want to put their stamp on me.

“I know everything about St. Petersburg, including how you continued to play breath-games with your new gasmask. We already have the video. You may as well post it. What my brother will do to you is probably less harmful for your baby than many of the things you did in Russia.”

She has me beat. When she said I was her bitch from now on, she was not kidding. And here I had ideas of romance, while she plots to transform me into a human fuck hole. I’m so fucked.

“Oh, and the 15 minutes are up.”

9 comments

  1. Wow, what an incredible mindfuck! I thought I was a dom, I’m nothing compared to her brother. Who could even imagine such a thorough and complete subjugation and humiliation, let alone the amount of pain involved. Holy fucking shit! This is not a NICE blog. Thanks for this.

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  2. What a contrast to your beautiful relaxing breathplay bubble bath! How could you mindfuck Sierra and him in a satisfying way that would modify them? Worthy of bubble bath breath play ruminating!

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